The waist burned, and when it first found traces of the abyss, it should have been frightened and destroyed.

Their chins were dripping, their long hair drooping, and they were scattered, their palms and feet were weak, and they were barely able to support their elbows, and they were not able to scare them.

It is a rampant hemp, it is a comeback, how should it be paid!

Alfalfa tears, "swoop" scare, these are absolutely beautiful, and finally made the pear with the rain crying for the first time

To the water, the fierce clouds are shrouded, and they are still not scattered, the immortals are resentful, the hidden stubble is fierce, and the stubble is pure, and it takes a long time to be ruthless, and the material bears are washed.

……

When the time is gone, the corners of the Shengyuan Pavilion are all corners, the remaining fourth-order abyss is lost, and the stubble is wanton and the surname is everywhere, and the strong and powerful are returning, and it is looking at the slaughter, the battle, and the general envoy sue a section.

凊風峰庄——

Luo Zhiqi fought a group of Yuanyuan, deeply regretting that the Lai Yuanyuan was terrifying.

It scouted, scorned itself and a few elders, and the abyss invaded the senses, and the palace was fierce.

After the Yuan Yuan controlled Zhizhi, he secretly attacked his companions, and after the end of the day, he attacked his companions, and after the end of the day, he attacked and killed, and it was over.

This made the Yuan Yuan, and he invaded the land of the Shengyuan Pavilion, only three thousand, but the news of the entire Shengyuan Pavilion was stirred up to the point of turning over and turning into a mess, flowing into the Chenhe River, and corpses were all over the field.

The dying and dying servants are cultivating immortals, scheming and scheming, choking their waists and saying which Huanfen palm is not binding the surname of Ji Zhi Bai.

Here, there is a kind of sadness and sorrow.

Shen Feng Feng Zhuang, now Wei Xinwei, Yang Taiyin, Jing Yinyuan, and several members of the Feng Feng have settled in.

At that time, after the Fengfeng Peak Village, Mo Ninghong sat in a daze, and he was scared of a gazebo.

This pavilion, reflecting the stubble pond, is surrounded by beautiful lotus flowers, and the reflection of the pavilion is perfectly integrated, and it is as high as one cesium.

The beautiful scenery is beautiful, and Mo Ninghong is not watching, it has lost its soul, and it is holding its face in a stubble, and it is in deep thought.

"Bang!"

Which naughty man did he throw a stone at the bottom of the pond.

The waves splashed, the waves dripped, and the stubble was stubble.

Liang Liang regretted that he was smacking on their holy scriptures, and he also made them move.

Which scene was the first, and they still had stubble in their minds, and they hated Yuan Yuan, and they burned their waists to destroy the Shengyuan Pavilion.

Mo Ninghong's eyebrows furrowed, his face calm, it was confused.

It's hard to read, after the palace is strong, will the eyes be broken? Will you be weak and weak?

Could it be that Mo Ao had ever told them a word, a messenger?

The first to make the Wei thoughts, and also to protect it, to protect it and love the soil and all things?

"Liyun...... It's hard for you to make this kind of mess? You tell the couple, your waist Zhen surname is full of your brain, and you don't want to do this! Which you bear bear tell the couple, what is your waist and surname is 淵夨聞"

Mo Ninghong muttered and asked silently.

It stumbled, stubble it was stunned and speechless, a good time, passing by the stubble pond, silently gathering it, ruthless for a long time!

But it is stubble, regretful that the official shields, and it is not a stumbling one.

Luo Zhiqi was silent, bursting into tears.

It is powdered and lightly grasped, and it is full of regrets, and it is regretful, and it makes Mo Ninghong pick up the stubble, and make it!

Li Yun, does this make Mo Ninghong worried?

"You think about it, and you feel sorry for it."

Luo Zhiqi burst into tears, with sadness and regret, and whispered.

In the pavilion, Mo Ninghong Shengcesium was confused, and still muttered: "Qiang, Qiang?" After the Jiang is strong, the thirsty and the strong, and the strong, who will still bear the state and stiffen himself? What's the matter, how cruel can Sasasaka, a strong eater of the weak meat? The Holy Immortal is fighting, has the surname Bai suffered?

Is it difficult to be weak, and the mission is spurred? ”

In the middle of the chin, Mo Ning Hongqi leaves, summer wings, summer cigarettes, curly petals, no water, and dark chicks.

This is a stubble, a stubble and a stubble that casts a flickering shadow, a ripple of waves, a flickering dot, and a fierce whisper.

Luo Zhiqi was surprised and looked at Mo Ning Hong's totem and winked.

It seems to be a luch, and this totem attracts crutches, how ordinary it is, and what a mystery it is.

It forgets for a moment which chopsticks are there, and it is strange to look at Mo Ning Hongqi and to be strange.

"変勷, 変勷?" Mo Ninghong finally raised his head and slowly stood up.

They are made up of low sloppiness, pond slots, and migrating squeaks.

It burns steeply, and the alfalfa seems to be poured into Luo Zhiqi.

It was not flustered, calm, stubborn, gritted its teeth, and snorted indifferently: "Occasionally, thoughtful, muttering, occasionally stubble waist memorization of two words, strong!" After Qiangzhi, he asked for a cut and answered the answer. ”

"Qi'er!" Mo Ning Hong pouted and shouted, it stepped on the Sui wave ridge, the dragonfly dotted, and the dragon chirped lightly.

It stood on its stubble, pouting and hugging it, full of love and longing for Zhijing.

They embrace, let Luo to Qi regret, make Yu Qi warm, and Luo to Qi Qi, slowly melt.

"Qi'er...... Even if I think about you, even if I think about you, I will pull your palm, and Yongyun will be scared! Let the puppet protect you, let the puppet waist let you do Sasasakai, and be happy! ”

Mo Ninghong Shen Jing was tight, sticking his face to Qi and his cheeks, and letting go of his cheeks.

Luo Zhiqi trembled, this one, change it, shake it. Mo Ninghong, Yi Wei tightly asked Luo Zhiqi to be ruthless for a long time, and let go of his palms.

Luo Zhiqi let it be held, his inner voice was calm and frightened, and his eyes were soft and soft, and they were warm and warm.

Mo Ninghong finally let it go, stepped back two times, and made his eyes look at their holy cesium.

The scarlet cheeks, glowing with shyness, stared at it, and dodged it.

The jade palm pinched the corners of the tweed clothes, like a seal to tighten the emperor.

After a long time, Luo Zhiqi Nu calmed down, it didn't burn Xuan Jue Mo Ninghong, and whispered: "You, make Xi Huan Huan Liyun, even the total sense, you are afraid of the oak stubble to stubble it...... Occasionally, I am jealous. ”

Luo Zhiqi spoke, his eyes were moist, his delicate body trembled, and his tears were quietly burning and dripping.

It didn't have the slightest bit of water, but it regretted that it had been wronged, and the pear was like rain, which made it hurt.

Mo Ninghong was stunned, and he was full of deep sorrow, and he wiped his tears with deep grace, and then recognized: "Fool, even if I told you early, even if I don't know you!" Don't you stubble, the material makes the puppet! ”

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