Ostentatious Zhao Yao

A kiss, I hold the cheeks of the ink green, he will tighten my waist, this is the time to proceed to the next step... But my eyes hang down and I see the dead white dead man lying on the ground Luo Mingxuan, then glanced at the enemies who slowly climbed up around him, biting his teeth and holding back his impulses.

No, these inconvenient guys haven’t finished the fight yet, no evil hall has collapsed, no place to do business.

I have been wading through the mountains and sorrows, and I have finally recovered my body. These mixed things are actually hindering me now. I have a good heart.

Mo Qing is acquainted with my mind. His arms are slightly loose and let me go. I look up at him and see him also sly and cold. He glances at the group of guys next to me. I know him, he is like me. I feel that they are in the way.

I stood out from Mo Qinghuai.

They only played fiercely, and there was no smallness around them. It was just like this. I liked it. The cutting-edge dialogue, quiet and convenient, simple and quick, saved the discussion of the following people, and it was noisy.

My eyes swept over their faces. Yuan Hao’s old eyes stared at me. It was completely stupid. The dark Luo Weichang next to him was no different from him. The eyes stared at me straight.

He stared at me with such a pure expression, and made me feel that his vagueness made people feel a little familiar... but I couldn’t remember who he was, and I took another look at the four great gatekeepers. Like the disciples of the previous Qianchen Pavilion, they all looked at me like a ghost. They looked at each other and said nothing. If anyone talks first, whoever will be taken away by me.

In the end, I didn't think that when they knew so many people who knew me, I thought the one who didn't know me the most, but the first one called my name: "The road is shaking..."

I turned to look at Jiang Wu.

The short short hair was unclear by the ink of the blue-green side. He licked his chest, the blood of his mouth, and his facial expressions were extremely complicated. In the middle of it, you are in the same place as the lost, and the mouth is constantly shattering and chanting: "The road is swaying, the road is swaying, I remember it, it turns out that it is so..."

What do you remember? What is the original?

I am very puzzled. Does my real body have nothing to do with this Jiang Wuli? He also became famous from this river and lake after I died. In addition, when I was still in my body, I went to Jiangcheng to burn paper. He listened to my name and only dropped a sentence -

"I heard that it is beautiful and difficult to tame."

This sentence is not so bad because I heard it very strangely, so I have always remembered it now. Judging from his performance at the time, he should also be unfamiliar with me.

But now why I saw my true body, it turned out that the original chanting did not stop.

No one else spoke, only he was alone in such a crazy whisper, so after a while, not just me, Mo Qing, Beishan Lord, including those in the Xianmen also looked at him.

And he stared at me straight, and the eyes gradually faded away from confusion and embarrassment, gradually showing a bit of murderousness and the potential to gain... possessiveness?

"The road swayed." He spit out my name, stood up in the chest, licked his lips, smiled, and was so arrogant, but in that smile, I vaguely noticed a few dangerous atmospheres different from before. "You will be in my bag."

What is in the bag?

These four words make me feel particularly unhappy.

Before I published my dissatisfaction, Mo Qing’s Wan Hao sword brought a wave of anger with his breath, and the knees of Jiang Wu’s knees that had just stood up were in front of me. Kneeling on one knee.

Jiang Wu held his hand on the knee that had not yet smashed the ground. The whole person was restrained by the tremendous strength of the ink. As soon as he wanted to take the body, I left and was stopped by the ink.

Mo Qing did not kill him, but let him kneel down, first discounted his seven-point pride, cut his five-point frivolity, and let him talk with a three-point humble.

But Jiang Wu refused to humble, under the tremendous pressure brought by Wan Haojian, even the masonry under his feet was pressed to the lower limit in one inch and one inch, the stone cracked, and his mouth was still laughing.

I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "There is nothing in the bag? No one dared to say this to me."

He is still laughing: "I love to be the first one."

"You are the last one." Mo Qing sounds cold, sinking down, accompanied by the sword of Wan Wan sword, "brush", the pressure in the air turned into thousands of blades, straight into the crushing of Jiang Wu.

The people of Xianjia couldn’t see such a hot and violent means. When they turned around, they spit out "Wow."

However, I quietly watched those flesh and blood turned into fly ash, scattered with the wind, Jiang Wu’s voice still wandering in the air: “The road is shaking, waiting for me to come to you.”

Oh, it’s awkward, where is the real body of this little bastard!

As soon as I looked back, I saw Mo Qing looking at the distant place where the flying ash was scattered. It was full of chilling faces, and the arrogance of the body made me look a little stunned. Going back to God, Mo Qing’s murderous eyes touched me.

After four eyes, he converges a little and turns his head.

With the four major fairy gates, the humane said: "If you want to retreat from the whole body, let your disciples pay the magic weapon as a whole. Otherwise, even if you roll out the door, you will not give you a chance."

Pay the magic weapon...

Well, it doesn't seem to hurt people's lives. In fact, this trick is extremely sinister.

There are many people coming to the four major Xianmen. They come to attack my Wanmen, and they must all bring the elites of the martial art. The nature of the martial art elites is also the superior weapon and magic weapon.

Let them disarm the magic weapon, one is to ensure the safety of the Wanmen people when they withdraw. The second is a symbol that I am trying to defeat the enemy. The third is the magic weapon of Xianmen. A fine product may have to be refining for ten years and decades before it can produce results. The seizure of their weapons is tantamount to weakening the strength of Xianmen in a short period of time. At least in the next few years, there will be no more waves.

Then...

We have collected weapons and can still sell them. They want to buy the original magic weapon, and we can open a high price. It is also a good revenue.

These fairy gates have to work, and it is indispensable to smash silver, hurt their silver, and damage their strength. It is also a truth. In short, just don't let them be better.

Although this method is more euphemistic than my previous "closed-door killing", it is much more damaging.

I am also a person who has died a long time. I know the rules of the ghost city. I still don’t want Mo Qing’s back on those debts. If you pay the magic weapon, you will pay the magic weapon and let these people of Xianmen go back. I don’t dare to provoke a million tricks, the effect is the same.

The four palms of the Xianmen listened to the words of the blue, biting their teeth, and swearing.

Hey, look at it like this, it’s not even a magic weapon. The young people nowadays are really ignorant than they were.

I walked to the side of Mo Qing, leaning on his arms, standing lazily, staring at them with a sneer: "If you feel bad about the method of Li Chen, then follow my previous rules. Directly kill and grab. That is, the result is exactly the same." I patted the chest of Mo Qing, "What do you think?"

Mo Qing very much matched me back with a word: "Yes."

I smiled at my lips and I was very happy.

And those young people are very dissatisfied: "The road tricks you!"

"How am I?" I held my hand. "If you send it to the door, you should be prepared to be bullied. Abandon the sword, or die, choose one."

In the end, there was a fear of death. He stood up and patted the clothes. He threw the sword in his hand and threw it on the ground. He turned and went down the mountain. In addition, several people saw each other and looked at each other. They finally stood up one after another, and they were unwilling, but they lost their swords with helplessness.

I turned to look at Yuan Yu and said: "Go, wear sin and meritorious deeds, and give me a sin to go down the mountain, and pay the swords and swords of those Xianmen disciples under the mountain."

"Impossible..." Yuan Yu seems to have not come out of the shock. He is very shocked and glaring at me. "Impossible, impossible. If the doorman is alive, it will not be seen in five years..."

"I really died." I replied, "Yuan Wei, when you were harmed by the enemy, your family was broken, and when I received you into the door, I made you swear, absolutely loyal, never betray. "I stared at him with a squint. "If there is a day when I die, I can't come back. You have to treat Wan Haomen like this. Make it split into two, combine foreign enemies, bully the doorman, and resurrect my Enemy?"

I casually kicked Luo Mingxuan, who had been sleeping on the ground. "Do you know how much effort I have made to make him like this? You know how much fire I have endured, I have restrained myself, not killing. you?"

Yuan Zhen was on the ground, an old face, full of tears: "The door owner... belongs... I think..."

"I know what you think. But no one can beat anyone's name and hurt Wan Haomen." I said, "If you have settled on this matter, you have been thinking about it for ten years."

Yuan Zhen slammed three heads on the ground: "His subordinates, lead the life..."

Yuan Zhen was ordered, with injuries, turned and left, my eyes fell on the last dark Luo Weichang.

He was the person recruited by Mo Qing, and this matter should be dealt with by the ink. I gave him a look and did not speak. He was kneeling on the ground and slammed me deeply: "The door owner, the dark Luo Weilinzi Yu, see you." The door owner."

what……

Lin Ziyu.

This name is very familiar.

Lin Ziyu...Lin Ziyou...

"Ah." I suddenly understood, "You are the brother of the child."

He suddenly looked up: "The door owner... knows the child tour?"

For a long time, everyone is an acquaintance. Are acquaintances!