The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Qi Xia laughed, and took a generation of gold coins from the Nayong ring and placed them on the table.

The singer glanced at the purse and sat up straight.

"One hundred is another hundred years behind the ancient sea flashing a little..."

Qi Xiagang blinked and prepared to listen. As a result, after a song, he never heard the following.

The singer looked at Qi Xia and looked at the purse.

"..." Is this the rhythm of a bag of gold coins? ! Qi Xia simply laughed out, met the financial fans, never seen such a fan.

Another bag of gold coins was placed on the table, and the voice of the singer screamed.

This time, Qi Xia was very conscious. He had already placed the next bag of coins on the table before the song had stopped.

"A few lines of egrets fluttered when they flew over. When the war ended, the blood splashed on the wrists, the iron shoulders of the world, the desperate loneliness, a sigh in the evening, and the day when the heart was washed out..."

The soft singing voice lingers in the back court of the night. In the moonlight, only this song lingers in the ear. Qi Xia squints and looks at the red singer in the moonlight. The slow singing is under the light. But with a thrilling blood.

Qi Xia closed her eyes, and the songs flowed into the heart, and the gorgeous picture bloomed in front of his eyes.

The wolf smoke is everywhere, the fire shines on the sky, and the sound of killing is endless.

Looking around, the beast, the demon, the human, the chaos of the Warcraft chaos, he seems to be able to smell the **** smell that permeates the air.

He sat on the back of Kirin, the staff in his hand flashed with dazzling light, the large magic bombarded down, the surrounding corpse corpse ran across the wild, the inexhaustible monsters like the tide, once again came up, the magic of the light Illuminated the dim sky, the unicorn footed the clouds and soared into the sky. The staff in Qi Xia’s hands did not stop for a moment, and the magic light fell like rain.

Death, accompanied by war, screams, accompanied by smoke.

His eyes were filled with dense monsters. In the sky, flying monsters repeatedly attacked. A large number of flying World of Warcraft died in the air, and the blood-stained body turned into a **** light and fell to the earth.

Amazingly, a cry of puncture through the eardrum of Qi Xia, he was shocked, looking at the source of the sound.

At the end of the monster army, a familiar figure jumped into the eyes of Qi Xia. Not far from the figure, a huge black whirlpool was quickly flying towards the figure and the Suzaku under her body. !

In an instant, Qi Xia’s heartbeat stopped. He looked at the dreamlike scene and the world of cynicism. For the first time, there was an unprecedented panic.

The black vortex, in an instant, swallowed the figure and the flamingo.

The pain of the heart reaches the soul of Qi Xia.

"This is not true... This is not true... Kirin!" Qi Xia gnawed his teeth, and the unicorn turned into a silver light, rushing to the black vortex.

The black whirlpool swallowed everything it touched and burned everything.

When Kirin arrived, Qi Xia could only watch the scattered bones on the ground, and the familiar Nayong.

"Not really... she didn't die, it wasn't true..." Qi Xia opened her mouth, staring at the cold bones of the forest, clenching his fists on his side, his shoulders trembled faintly.

He rushed from the back of the unicorn, and when he landed, he held the slender human bone in his hand, and the pupil swayed desperately...

"Xiao Xiao..."