The Secret of the Seal

Seeing the shape of the heart and the vomiting and the expression that has already turned green, Leng Wei Dong Yangtian opened his mouth, although he can't make the slightest sound now, but he can still choose his heart to laugh. The sound and gas of the lungs will be blown up.

"Looking for death!" A sigh of anger, coming from a distance, a figure, like an electric shot.

Leng Weidong took another palm, and his figure flew out, and then he slammed on the ground, and the blood spurted through the sky.

Qin Dong brows and looks up, only to see a middle-aged monk, his face is cold and cool.

"Wu Xiu?" Pang Qiu saw this middle-aged monk, his appearance was obviously shocked, and Qin Dong secretly remembered the name of this middle-aged monk. [

After eating Wu Xiuyi, Leng Weidong still has the last breath. Wu Xiu still seems to refuse to give up, turned and walked toward cold Weidong.

"Stop!" Seeing that Wei Weidong is going to die in the hands of Wu Xiu, painted his heart and sighed.

"National Master, such an idiot madman, you are still hesitating, killing things!" Wu Xiu returned.

Tu Jie's sullen face snorted and said, "Just kill him, isn't it too cheap for him? He dares to humiliate this seat, this seat must let him survive, can't die!"

Qin Dong had listened to Princess An Zhen’s talk about the viciousness and pungency of the choice of heart. Today, I saw that the true choice of the heart was more than what the Princess An Zhen described.

Wu Xiu understood the meaning of the choice of the heart, and the evil spirits laughed a few times, and this did not make the fate of the cold Weidong.

The repair of Leng Weidong was abolished, and the injury at this time can be said to be very heavy. Applying a heart to raise a hand to appease a palm wind, the cold Weidong's dumb hole was solved, and the faint question asked, "Cold Weidong, you should now regret everything you have done?"

"I...I..." Cold Weidong became extremely weak, and even talking became a difficult thing.

"How are you?" Applying the heart to the front and merging together, I really want to hear the pleading of Leng Weidong, which makes him feel satisfied.

"I... my ancestors! Hahaha..." The voice of the choice is very small, but the monks who are present are clearly heard by everyone.

Pang Qiu shook his head and said nothing, but his heart was full of sighs. Cold Weidong is really a man.

He was insulted by a dying person, and his choice was almost out of anger. His face was so wonderful that he could hardly find a word to describe.

"Good! Good! Cold Weidong, this seat is your kind!"

"Get out of the way!" When the choice of heart is counting on how to torture the cold Weidong, accompanied by a sigh of anger, the Emperor Anzhen and Princess Anzhen led more than a dozen golden warriors, and rushed in.

Seeing the dying cold Weidong, the Emperor Anzhen and the Princess Anzhen all had great pains. The dozens of golden warriors were even more angry, and they all pulled out their swords.

After the Emperor Anzhen and Princess Anzhen left the An Paradise, once they returned to the palace, they met the eager An Hui Princess. When asked, they knew that Wei Weidong was missing.

In the end, Princess Anzhen knew about the cold Weidong, and then contacted the recent performance of Leng Weidong. After guessing, he guessed that Wen Weidong was looking for a choice. Apart from anything else, the brothers and sisters immediately rushed to the National Teacher's Office with these dozens of golden warriors.

"Cold Master!" Seeing that there is almost nothing left in the cold Weidong, Princess Anzhen’s face changed greatly, and the leg lifted toward the cold Weidong.