World Controlling God

Chapter 231 Priest Attached to the Horse?

Xuan Yao did not expect that Feng Hao’s strength was so terrible. The original relaxed and free-spirited attitude converges. The white paper fan keeps swirling in his hands. A dazzling white light shocked him to form a multi-shaped shield in front of him, blocking the The golden blade that came.

Dangdang!

The sharp weapon slammed and made a burst of harsh sound.

The city people have stepped back, and they couldn't help but scream.

The priests above the high platform, there is still no ambiguity in the beauty, it seems that the last person who obtained the embroidery ball has nothing to do with her.

puff!

Xuan Yao finally couldn't stop Feng Hao's strong blow. The body was bombarded by a dozen meters away, and a blood splashed out of the mouth.

He squatted on the ground with one knee, and wiped the blood on his lips with one hand. He smiled lightly. "Because of the fate of the sky, it seems that this is not a part of me. I can't force it, I can't force it."

Xuan Yao stood up and stood up, and there was no resentment on his face. He walked back to the side with a white paper fan and no longer participated in the competition.

Ling Xiao looked at Xuan Yao, who had no sense of loss, and sighed, "This guy has some meaning."

"Accounting for your interest" Feng Hao looked at the retreating Xuan Yao and said, immediately took out the medicinal herbs and threw the entrance, and then walked toward the embroidered ball.

At this time, all the city people cheered up, as if they all thought that Feng Hao must be favored by the priests.

Feng Hao picked up the embroidered ball and smacked a charming smile on the priestly woman above the high platform.

At this moment, a small black needle was silently smashed toward Feng Hao.

No one thought that the injured Wei Ying actually sneaked again, and Feng Hao was also stunned by the victory. There was no vigilance at all. The poison needle did not fall into his waist, and the violent toxicity caused his movements. Let him fall down in an instant.

Wei Ying took the opportunity to climb again and grab the embroidery ball in Feng Hao's hand.

"Haha, finally got it." Wei Ying grabbed the embroidered ball and smirked proudly, and rushed up the high platform.

Feng Hao watched Wei Ying steal the fruits of his victory, his neck was furious, regardless of his toxicity, he struggled again and shouted "Little man, think about it!"

Feng Hao drank, grabbed Wei Ying's cloak with one hand and pulled him hard.

Wei Ying's cloak was pulled down by Feng Hao, covering his black cloth and falling off, revealing an extremely ugly face, and his head had only a few hairy hairs, which looked extremely disgusting.

"Ah! This... this is a monster, too disgusting."

"It's really ugly, this guy is also good at vying for the priests, and there is no such thing as self-knowledge."

"Yeah, absolutely can't let this guy win the embroidery ball!"

"Feng Hao young master must stop him!".

......

After the surrounding city people saw the disgusting appearance of Wei Ying, they said indiscriminately.

Wei Ying has always been very inferior to his appearance, and now it has been exposed, and an anger has broken out.

"I killed you!" Wei Ying turned around and killed.

He slammed the palm of his hand against Feng Hao's chest, and each palm contained a powerful spiritual power.

Feng Hao resisted the end, barely luck and resist.

puff!

Feng Hao’s flying kite was flying dozens of meters away by Wei Ying.

Wei Ying did not stop here, and once again pursued the past toward Feng Hao.

He raised his palm with one hand, and a thick black mist gathered on his palm.

"Give me to die" Wei Ying single-handedly shot toward Fenghao Tianling.

Wei Ying did this, it seems that it is a must to kill Feng Hao.

Unexpectedly, the Lore Tiger, which has been poisoned and has no fighting power, suddenly smashed.

Hey!

Lorrahu’s double fists smashed Wei Ying’s back and made him unprepared.

Wei Ying did not expect Luo Leihu to make a difficult attack at this moment. The powerful spiritual power shocked him out, and the embroidery ball in his hand was also thrown out. []

Luo Leihu just condensed a force. He reluctantly watched Wei Ying, who was flying out, smirking. "This is called the way of the other, and he is also a person."

After all, this completely fainted.

The city people were stupid, and everyone just looked at the direction in which the embroidered ball flew.

Finally, the embroidered ball fell firmly in the hands of a young man.

For a time, the young man became the focus of everyone.

"Oh... this... is this ambiguous?" Ling smiled at the embroidered ball that fell in his hand, and looked at the city people who were staring at him, and asked for a moment.

Quiet! The scene became silent!

Ling Xiao was very stunned by everyone's eyes, and he could not help but shake the embroidered ball in his hand. "It flies over, it's not my business, I... I will give it back to her."

Ling Xiao said, and quickly used the cleverness to throw the embroidered ball back to the priests and women in the high platform.

"Well, it's none of my business. Don't look at me like this. Although this is very handsome, it is not a casual person." Ling Xiao looked at the city people who were still looking at him. Slowly receding.

How does he feel that something bad seems to happen in general.

Not far away, Xuan Yao looked at Ling Xiao and smiled. "He is destined to escape, it is a good luck guy!"

"The priest attached to the horse has been set, everyone cheers!" A voice of the sky rang from the hall.

Oh!

All the city people were exclaimed.

Ling Xiao still left the crowd, and was lifted by the surrounding city people.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ling Xiao shook his body and immediately broke away the hands and feet of the city people.

"The priest is attached to the horse. Of course we are asking you to go to the priests!" A city citizen cheered.

"Yes, let's all lift you up."

For a time, the city people have come to Lingxiao.

"My mother! How could this be your horse? This is a misunderstanding." Ling Xiao screamed and immediately jumped up and took the shoulders of the city people to leave the place quickly.

"Catch the horse!" The priestly woman above the high platform finally stood up and shouted.

Her words just fell, a figure flew away from a corner, only in an instant to the run away Ling Xiaotou.

"Attack the horse and go back with me!" The man with one hand banned Ling Xiaoxuan and flew back to the high platform.

"I... this adult, what the **** is going on, I didn't participate in the competition. How could I be attached to the horse? Is it wrong?" Ling Xiao struggled and said.

Ling Xiao was still faced with this situation for the first time. How could he become a horse inexplicably?

The man did not answer, but he took him to the high platform and then disappeared.

"Congratulations to the priest, my daughter, congratulations to the horse."

"Congratulations to the priest, my daughter, congratulations to the horse."

......

All the city people bowed to the priests and singers who were above the high platform.

"This...what is the situation!" Ling Xiao anxiously looked at the city people murmured.

He can't escape now, and there is a strong king who is on the side. He has no chance to escape.

The priestly woman moved to the front of Ling Xiao, and looked at Ling Xiaomei’s look and helplessness. She said faintly, "Please attach the horse to the silk scarf for me. In the future, you will be my husband." Hey."

The voice of the priest is very sweet and beautiful, but it sounds like a bit of sadness.

Ling Xiao looked at the priestly woman. "I said Shantou, are you mistaken? I just didn't go to fight for the embroidery ball. It was it that fell into my hands. I just returned it to you. Is this? Wrong?".

"That's enough, just because you are my priest attached to the horse. If you don't want to marry me, then I only have suicide in front of you, or..." said the priest.

Ling Xiao can't wait to ask "or what?".

"Or you can die if you suffer a **** sacrifice," said the priest.

In an instant, Ling Xiao felt that the shade had reached the extreme.

The Wanxun blood sacrifice sounds dark and scary, and this is definitely an extremely cruel death.

"This... what can I do?" Ling Xiao asked in his heart.

"Is the horse still not ready to solve the silk scarf?" said the priestly woman.

"Death is dead. If you are like a flower sister, you will be buried here because of the name of the world." Ling Xiao bit his teeth and rudely pulled the silk scarf of the priest.

Suddenly, a pure and innocent face fell into the eyes of Ling Xiaohu, let him be a stagnation!

Looking at the priests in front of her eyes, Ling Xiaoqing could not help but sigh "Good... beautiful!".

A face of wheat noodles, exudes a healthy brilliance of Yu Ze, a pair of apricot eyes flowing around the indescribable style, there is a beautiful woman in the middle of the eyebrows, the beauty does not affect her delicate, but also makes her With a hint of wild beauty, the thin jade lips exudes a translucent radiance, and the earrings with two streamer beads hanging on the fine flower add a bit of agility to her; her beauty is better than nothing. Shang Yun Meng Qi's fairy posture is not Fang, but it is a little more beautiful than Yun Mengqi's beauty. The beauty of her is not as good as that of Ji Beixin, but it is better than Jiji. Behind’s beauty is more enticing and confusing, so that all men can not help but give birth to the urge to conquer her.

The priest is definitely a woman of the genius.

For the praise of Ling Xiao, the priest woman did not come to tremble a bit of the body of the body, "attach the horse, we have to marry."

After saying this, the priestly woman had a few fascinating rosy colors on her face.

"Marriage ceremony? Is it going to worship the temple?" Ling Xiao returned to the gods to see the difference.

The priestly woman did not answer again with words, but her hand caught the neck of Ling Xiao and kissed the thick lips of Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao was a stiff body and his mind was blank.

"This... this is a little kissed!".

Then, hundreds of thousands of city names under the high platform are all called again.

"Congratulations to the priest, my daughter, congratulations to the horse."

"Congratulations to the priest, my daughter, congratulations to the horse."

......

Among the city people, Jia Junnan, who came with Ling Xiao, looked at the sorrowful look of Ling Xiao, who was on the high platform who was kissed. "This guy is really dead, early. I don’t know if I don’t bring him.”

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