Nine Cents Refining

The powerful momentum of the gold shortage, so that the beasts are crouching, if you are chilling.

Sun Hao’s eyes were red and bloody, and he was full of blood and blood. He did not fear the death and launched a fierce battle with Jin Yuqing.

The sea swords, the four seas swords; fighting spirits, murderous.

In the face of a tough gold shortage, Sun Hao has supported an unbeaten time.

Finally, in the laughter, Sun Hao flew away quickly and returned to the valley in front of the lake, and got into the big array.

The golden wilderness was unwilling to chase after it. However, when it was chased before the big battle, the instinct perceived the tremendous pressure of the desert snake at dusk, and unwillingly stopped in the air and screamed.

Sun Hao made a big step, appeared on a huge stone, and his body was still tumbling, laughing and screaming.

And the body, still murderous, the plasma wrapped into a huge blood group, agglutination in the body does not scatter, eyes are still blood red and red.

There is still a murderous heart in the heart, still want to kill the special kill.

Only a little rational, let Sun Hao know that he must now close his hand, but the blood of the toss is not easy to stop, Sun Hao can only look up and laugh.

At this time, Xiaoqing came out and looked up at Sun Hao on the boulder. He said crisply: "Hill, what happened to you? Don't scare me!"

The murderousness of Sun Hao is indeed scary enough. Although Sun Hao’s murderousness is not directed at the four women, the four women still feel the instinct of panic.

When I heard Xiaoqing’s voice, Sun Hao’s eyes flashed a bit of clearness, and at the same time, the heart could not help but say, “Xiaoqing, the meaning of benevolence.”

Xiaoqing snorted, and there was a soft feeling that made people feel like a spring breeze. Their eyes were filled with tenderness and they looked at Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's **** eyes looked at Xiaoqing, and the murderousness in his heart suddenly disappeared. He laughed in his mouth, vibrated his arms, rolled his plasma around his body, and quickly retracted to Dantian.

But the eyes are still blood red, and the killing in the heart can't disappear at will.

A flying body, Sun Hao flew down from the boulder, and laughed in his mouth. He hugged Xiaoqing in a hug and shook a few times and rushed into the Dongfu.

Xiaoqing’s “ah” screamed inside, and when he slammed, Sun Hao gave a heavy kick and closed his own door to the cave.

Ji Yun and Ji Yu Liu face each other.

Ji Ruxue whispered: "You don't want to think too much. The hill needs Xiaoqing's benevolence and the meaning of his own killing, calming his emotions, so that he will not be killed by the killing, or else she will be real. The land becomes a killing machine."

On the second day, Xiaoqing took a comfortable little tune and ran to the pear tree with joy and dedication to wipe Sun Quan's agarwood sword.

Ji Yun ran quietly and whispered, "Xiao Qing, last night, last night..."

Xiaoqing replied casually: "What happened last night?"

Ji Wei looked around and still whispered: "I didn't hurt last night?"

Xiaoqing said very strangely: "What is it hurting? The hill didn't hit me."

Ji Wei leaned over his head and said with a look of confusion: "But, Liu Liu said that you will definitely hurt the road today, Xiaoqing, you take two steps to me..."

Xiaoqing stood up and jumped a few steps: "Isn't this good? It's inexplicable."

Ji Yun touched his head: "It doesn't hurt!"

Not far away, Ji Yuliu said: "Stupid."

Ji Ruxue sneered.

Xiaoqing sat under the pear tree again and focused on wiping the sword. He said in his mouth: "The hill said, the blood of this sword must be wiped out. Hey, don't mess with me, I am busy."

The three women looked at Sun Hao's Aquilaria Sword.

Suddenly found that the incense stick figure has been dyed into a bright red blood color, as if there is endless blood flowing in it, a glance at a distance, the three women have a feeling of trepidation.

Xiaoqing, already in a minor tune, picked up a piece of silk cloth and gently began to wipe the agarwood.

The blood color looks like a good wipe, and it wipes off.

However, it didn't take long before I lost it. I didn't wait for Xiaoqing to wipe the sword completely. The blood color that was wiped off in the front reappeared. It seems that there is a lot of blood immersed in the body of the agarwood sword, which is constantly seeping out.

Xiaoqing sighed: "It's quite stubborn, I continue to rub."

While wiping, I couldn’t help, Xiaoqing remembered Ji Jia Gusai, a small love song in his hometown, and sang softly in his mouth.

Pear flowers are fragrant, but your face is not.

Let people be fascinated and fascinated, hit the horses on the wilderness, and rush to your flower house.

Not afraid of the sky and the wild.

How hot the love song is, I can't burn my eyes.

How many times have you looked at you and sang for you all the way, the wilderness is bright.

Love all the way to the end, love to madness, love to the mountains and water and long, the wind from the distance to more melodious, you will open in my heart.

All the way to love in the end, love to madness, love to the earth and old days, wait until the grass is green, the flowers are fragrant, come and marry me as a bride.

Singing and singing, Xiaoqing seems to have returned to the ancient wasteland, remembering the bitterness of knowing Sun Hao.

When she first met the hill, she felt that the hill was a weak, loving little brother who gave him a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Xiaoxue returned to a sword, and Xiaoqing returned to the hill, inexplicably adding a little cousin of unknown origin.

After so many years, Xiaoqing began to grow up with the small sin of the sinus, and gradually grew up with the hills, the sunny hills, and unwittingly walked into the atrium.

Not afraid of hardship, the sun is shining.

Although the origin is low, although the origins are fascinating, but never angry, never sad, never self-pity, self-improvement, hard and confident, unconsciously, affecting Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing still remembers that when Hill participated in the family test, he was afraid of his heart.

Xiaoqing still remembers that when the hill shines, his own joy is excited.

Xiaoqing still remembers that when the hillside was hunting, the gods were not ghosts, and the heroic heroic spirits around the wild and lonely wolves. In fact, at that time, others may not recognize the wilderness wolves as hills, but Xiaoqing and Xiaoxue knew. of.

Anyone who deceives everyone but knows Xiaoqing.

Joining the swordsman's blockbuster, the ten-year-old sword of Laoyan was flying. I remember that at that time, Master was very surprised why he always could not understand the fur of the sword of benevolence, saying that he had a benevolent sword heart.

But Xiaoqing’s heart has always had a secret. Even the snow boss didn’t say it. It’s a thought, a deep thought, and there is such a thought. The sword of benevolence is standing by, and I can’t understand it.

The hill came back and returned home together.

Was ambushed, her mother died, the hill came forward and reported the enmity of her mother. From now on, the hill became the most dearest and most dependent person in her heart.

Gently screaming at the song, carefully wiping the incense sword, Xiaoqing's face, with a different smile, the body slowly emerged a layer of soft and soft light.

Ji Wei opened her mouth and said that Ji Yuliu grabbed her little mouth with one hand and made a look. Several people quietly retreated a bit and looked at Xiaoqing seriously.

Guanghua is getting brighter and brighter, but it doesn't spread out, but it is quiet, as if Xiaoqing's focused sword-scratching action is generally ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ shrouded in Sun Hao's agarwood sword.

Layers of white light make the red light on the agarwood sword fade away.

Xiaoqing gently rubs it, gently rubs it!

I can't help but think of the current Sun Hao.

Last night, Sun Hao hugged her for a night. Throughout the night, Sun Hao’s head kept arching on her chest. Her heart was like a deer, and she also had deep fears. She is worried about the state of the hill.

Even for a moment, she hopes to be able to go back to Jijiabao. She can live happily and carefreely as before. The hills hit the iron for those years, but now I want to come, but it is a quiet time I miss all my life.

Now, the cultivation is high, but the sense of security in Xiaoqing’s heart is not as good as the ignorance of nothing.

I don't know the state of the hill, but as long as I can help the hill, no matter how I need to do it myself, Xiaoqing has no regrets.

No regrets in life, no regrets in this life.

Xiaoqing was completely immersed in his own friendship, and even the magical changes in his own body were not noticed.

In this way, for a moment, gently, Xiaoqing kept screaming, rubbing the sword, naturally obsessed.

Thick, true love and affection, in her heart.

Within the Dongfu, sitting cross-legged, meditating and restoring his own grandson, his body was slightly shocked, and a deep love wave rushed from the pear trees. The meaning of the killing in the heart was in the tide. Under the love, the layers melted.

what happened?

Sun Haofei quickly felt it and found Xiaoqing’s state. His heart immediately burst into a burst of surprises. Xiaoqing understood the second sword meaning, and he also helped the second sword of his own killing practice. It was a surprise. (To be continued~^~)