Chapter 355: I Don't Care
It closed its eyes, thought carefully, thought about it, thought about it, casually, it calmly opened its eyes, and said: "Huh, who is the guy to destroy, ten thousand, all of them are not a line of slugging, both burning the road and the road, which one is changing the road, extinguishing it, slamming the stool and the sword?"
Mo Ninghong's words, one sentence, made Li Hao tremble suddenly. Mo Ninghong gritted his teeth, and looked at the Yan Yi Gang criticizing the criminals: "The rotten ones will eventually be corrupted, it will be rotten, and it will leave a chance for the younger generations to be frightened. β
"Tell me!" A loud voice, after Mo Ninghong's words, the sound began violently, and then, a hearty voice pouted: "Haha...... Brother-in-law, the fruit burns to make you so, Jiu dies and dies, what a misfortune, I will defeat you! β
Mo Ninghong violently burned his head, it surveyed, after the robe, he criticized and forced the momentum to sweep to, this Xuan, not a Fen hole, it is too familiar! Mo Ning Hongqi swept over, Luo Lanfeng, Luo Jianying, Shu Hao, Liu Yuyun, Luo Zhiqi!
In addition to the Zhizhi, there is also a strong mirror for the two pick-ups, and the two of them are the envoys who will take it to the house and move it to the Lai.
The stubble is a stubborn one, and the shadow of the fairy wind and bones is particularly intriguing - this guy must be admonished, but he is a naughty boy, and he is lying on the stubble.
This hairy fairy beast, He Burn makes the fierce beast list, the furnace is not a tiger, they are level, level four!
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Immediately afterwards, a group of strong people came, and it did not make Lai Xun dry to the door, Cangmen, Qianshu Pavilion, Yanwang Palace, Tianxue Tower.
In this way, the discussion is quiet, and the seven are not strong, and there are many of them.
The Ink Cutting Alliance was suddenly surprised, and they were all surprised.
Luo Zhiqi's tearful eyes, Mo Ninghong's eyes, and a trace of guilt welled up.
After it began to disappear, it also made the Jiuyuan Mansion, and it first put the Jiuyuan Mansion in the Jiuyuan Mansion.
Now stubble, Yi Yan Si stubble.
Luo Zhiqi's alfalfa eyes were red, and he couldn't bear it.
They are delicate, standing and weeping, moving and cutting, chopsticks rushing Mo Ning Hong, stubbling Mo Ning Hong, sobbing in a low voice.
"Even if you don't, you don't, you don't have it! Roll your stubble, stubble for you...... Woohoo......"
Mo Ning Hongmu was stunned, and Luo Zhiqi whispered: "At the beginning of the year, even Brother Xiong didn't catch up with the two in time, and the occasional mistake was wrong." β
Luo Zhiqi shook his head violently, and said softly: "Blame you, blame you......"
For a long time, the two of them made a tight stubble, this kind of sweetness, like a melt of the stubble, beautiful stubble, Mo Ning Hong's eyes, through the strong faith, no matter what the Shengyuan Pavilion Lu Hui Chen, this battle, it must win!
"Is that enough?"
Suddenly, Chen Fan Sen pouted, the emperor's face was straightened, and the oak made a mistake, which was particularly fierce.
It pointed at Luo Lanfeng and scolded sharply: "Your son, Ke Xiao is a beautiful embryo, and he is so beautiful that he is envious of the side!" You are Lai, you are still burning and taking it over Lai, the ancestor of the temple sues you, the even family of immortals, just because there is still a lack of a husband, now even the victory, you will be caught, after the refuge, said indidine, it is a combination of strange phenomena, and the birth of the red bear is a great sin ......"
This root made naked ridicule, listening to Luo Lanfeng's angry cesium, listening to Luo Luo's Qi Lu and cold alfalfa, listening to Mo Ninghong, killing fluctuations.
"Click!" Luo Lanfeng was furious and shouted: "Chen Xufan! Dog thief, you have exhausted all your numbers, and you dare to speak ashamedly! What a dog thing is Ban Lingxian, a puppet! Malaria puppets are too bad, so that because of the puppets are indeed victorious! Where's you, Ban Lingxian? How dare you let it get too bad? You are afraid of it, and you will die of it, hehe......"
Luo Lanfeng returned the favor and made a mockery.
Chen Xufan's face sank and he sneered.
At this time, Gu Cangxiong stood dumbfounded, pouted, and said: "Chen Yifan...... You dog thief, you are still willing to admit it, you are going to judge Mo Ning Hongye and make a false accusation? β
Chen Yufan sighed: "Framing the Red Guy? This is always a disaster, and it is impossible to get rid of it, and even the bear is safe. β
This kind of chin is squibbling and quibbling, muttering and sophistry, and muttering that it is not righteous at all, and Chen Yifan is purging and purifying, admitting it.
"Huh," Mo Ning Honghan pouted: "For you, this time, you are a dog's head, and you will take a didine!" β
Chen Yifan stretched out his arms, and his makeup was full of stubble.
The corners of Mo Ninghong's mouth twitched, snorting nonsense, it loosened its sword to Qi Qi's palm, drew its sword, and began to move its feet.
"Whew!" In an instant, the Soul Splitting Sword and the Sword Shadow were about a few feet away, and the terror coerced and invaded the four gods, so they were choked, and they were terrified.
The palm prints of the one giant pavilion slammed into the swordsman's pocket, the projection of the sword was struck, and the cracks in the library were shattered.
Mo Ninghong made this one gang bomb, instantly retreated a few feet, and after Chen Xufan, he jumped into the shadow, and made Tu Fang!
Tu Fang's face is haggard, a little pale, and he is struggling, but he is full of cold and sharp edges, the tiger's body is shocked, and the aftermath is still stubble!
"Rabbit cub, your life, Ke Xuan" Tu Fang alfalfa Shengping, Yu Han.
Mo Ninghong suddenly pouted wildly, and the book was dirty, and he was so short, thank you! β
Tu Fang was painfully mutilated, it hated itself, and it was ruthless enough at the beginning of the year, and it should have broken Mo Ninghong's bones and ashes, what kind of thing, this reversely slapstick will live past Lai.
Mo Ninghong thrust the sword vertically, hugged his palms firmly, twisted his palms, and pouted: "Hmph, this Yiyi, even make the palm of the basket!" β
It snapped its fingers with its palm and shouted: "Slaughter, sloppy!" β
"Boom! Boom! Dong ......" The library made a concussive sound one after another, and when they saw the shadow of the slaughterer, they rushed to the scarf, picked up the tall body, and the dark bones of the muddy robe, just to go to the original station, and the bark made the corpse shiver and chill!
The slaughter is to make a corpse, and the alfalfa saint is not in the cave, and listen to Mo Ninghong's orders!
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