The city of Monkey King

"Hey..."

On the beautiful sedan chair that the eight horses were pulling, Zheng Jian pushed away the two beautiful women who were holding the hand. They almost gave the two women a carriage and walked forward with a big smile. On the edge of the eight horses, that is, on the side of the little coachman, I was scared that the little coachman quickly got up and squatted.

Everyone...is looking at this Royal Highness Zheng Guoji.

"On the fairy goddess, I haven't seen it for a long time. I haven't seen it for a few years. I can't think of the skin of the goddess. It's a bit more white, and I see it in my heart."

This is the case!

Zhao Qian and his Yu Linjun are all face-changing and then angry!

There are also the ladies in the pavilions, who are also standing up and glaring at Zheng Jian. Even the generals under Zheng Jian’s men and Zhu Ming riding on their side are frowning.

Zheng Jian’s words are too much. You have to say that you can take people back and say, in this public opinion... it’s a shame!

The ‘上仙娘娘’ is the belief of the people and the **** of Zheng Guo.

At this moment, Zheng Jian’s sentence is the spirit of the red fruit.

Song Hao, who stood in the door, had a slight wrinkle in her eyebrows. In the past 16 years, she rarely ate the fairy pavilion. The impression of this person is not deep, but I can think of it when I think about it.

The old lord took Zheng Jian several times to pay homage to Song Yu several times.

"Inverse thief Zheng Jian! Dare to marry the fairy goddess!"

Zhao Qian screamed, and his eyes were full of killings. He was loyal to his life... The most hated thing is Zheng Jian, the son of disobedience!

"Zhao Dazhi led, you said it wrong."

Zheng Jian is not angry, but looks at Zhao Qian with a smile on his face. The smile on his face... slightly condensed, with a twilight!

"This temple is not to sneak up on the fairy goddess, but just wants to stay with the sissy, to discuss the world of the country, and to taste the joy of fish and water, presumably... the maiden will not refuse."

One thousand and three hundred Yu Linjun, are listening to the teeth.

Even Song Yi, the sixteen years of meditation, is also the anger of Zheng Jian’s words.

This guy... it’s too jerk.

Zheng Jian Zheng Jian, the truth of his mother.

"I am going with you and let them go."

Song Yan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with warmth and affection, looked at these palace ladies, and looked at the Yulin army who fought **** battles. She couldn't bear to let these people bleed for her again.

"The goddess can't!"

Zhao Qian’s face changed, and the fierceness was going to the Song.

"The goddess can't!"

The rest of the Yulin army is also facing the Song Dynasty.

"Anniling!"

The 100-year-old palace lady in the small courtyard of the pavilion was also unable to do anything, crying and crying for Song Yu to stay.

"Ha ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

".........!"

Zheng Jian stood on the colorful sedan chair and smiled in the sky: "The maiden is really a non-existent person who can compare and understand the general! Come... pick up the maiden, oh no... the queen who picks up, get off!"

This sentence can make people hate it!

However, the 50,000 rebel forces, under the words of Zheng Jian, stepped forward and regained the voice of the heavy armor, listening to the people who were worried.

Song Yu did not control Zhao Qian and a group of palace ladies to dissuad, and looked calmly toward the front, walked over Zhao Qian's body and walked past Lin Wei's body.

Step by step…

Facing the eight horse-drawn beautiful sedan chair.

Everything has become silent, no one is vocal, even if there is... it is also the voice of hateful teeth, only Zheng Jian, looking at Song Hao who is approaching himself, a pair of eyes and unscrupulous look up and down Song Oh, it’s more than laughter.

One hundred meters...

Seventy meters...

Fifty meters...

Little by little, Song Yu is getting closer and closer to the gorgeous sedan chair of the eight horses.

Everyone's eyes are moving with the footsteps of Song Yu, especially Zhao Qian, who was blessed by the Emperor to protect the 'Imperial Goddess', but now... 'The fairy goddess' is in front of his eyes, going to Zheng The sword is the king of the scorpion!

"good good good good!!!"

With Song Yu’s approaching, Zheng Jian is able to see Song Yu’s appearance more clearly. He can’t believe it... It’s still getting younger and younger in 16 years, and the blown skin can be broken!

More and more excited, the fine light in the eyes burst, I can't wait to swallow Song Song here.

People, that's it.

The more you can't get anything, the more you can't do, the more you want to get it.

Younger than Song Wei, a woman who is more beautiful than Song Song, although Zheng Guo is not many, but it is not without him. Zheng Jian is the second emperor. If he wants to get his hands, he will use his power to eat and drink. I don't know how simple it is.

But... he just got tired.

Playing a woman to play to this point, unless it is a shocking person, looks beautiful is only the most basic conditions, he wants to play more... is ‘special’!

For example, Song Yi, ‘上仙娘娘’, was admired by the people, even if he saw it in the past, it was also to be respectful and arrogant, and he did not dare to blame.

But for such a woman who was high in the past and sacred and inviolable, Zheng Jianyi thought that he could press it under his body and be able to vent and conquer it in her body. There is a kind of satisfaction in the chest.

Thirty meters...

Song Hao has been very close to the eight horses beautiful sedan chair...

"Anniling!"

At this time, Zhao Qian couldn’t stand it anymore. His eyes stood red and fiercely, and he stood up, and everything was going to be rushed forward with his sword. On his left and right, the thousand and three hundred Yu Linjun It is also the result of pulling the knife.

At the same moment, the 50,000 rebel forces also entered the state of readiness.

"A group of soldiers have killed the temple!"

Zheng Jian swept his eyes on Zhao Qian and the group of Yu Linjun, faintly opening.

As soon as this was said, Song Yan’s face changed fiercely: “You promised to let them go!”

However, this is nothing to use. The 50,000 rebel forces, with the slamming of Zheng Jian, showed their intentions in one eye and prepared to rush to the thousand and three hundred Yu Linjun outside the Fengxian Pavilion.

The soldiers in the front row rushed forward.

can…

Just at this moment...

The first batch of three thousand heavy armor rushed on, as if they had been fixed, all of them were kneeling in the same place, and they were in a state of movement.

Everyone is stunned, and those under Zheng Jian’s men will be even more straight-eyed, especially Zhu Ming, who is planning for Zheng Jian’s heart, and his heart is fierce.

"Go! Kill the temple!"

"Mom! What are you doing?! Believe it or not, the temple has killed you all!"

Seeing that the three thousand heavy armor did not move, Zheng Jian screamed in anger.

However, at this time, a cold and indifferent voice, over the crowd, slowly sounded.

"Damn."

boom!

Three thousand heavy armor, bursting into ash, no signs of the slightest... For these mortals, the horror! 2k novel reading network