Chapter Seventy-Five: Withered
Luo Zhenqi shook his head vigorously, wept bitterly, their faces, clothes, and tears were full of tears in the morning, and they were wet and wet, trembling and trembling!
It slammed Mo Ninghong, red alfalfa, crushed, and recognized: "If the ancestor of the Qi Dynasty sues you, there is no strong enemy, so that it is killed, how will you think about it?" ”
Mo Ninghong was stunned, and he didn't react with it.
It retreated a few hours from its owner, shaking its head, its brain buzzing.
It surveyed the Fan Bian, it pouted, pouted and shuddered, it glanced at this Huanfen Ling, and asked in a loud voice: "You are stubble, what is Qi'er?" Is it stupid? It's nonsense! Does it stumble? Who will answer the tiger and tell the couple! Lu Fangzheng—"
Mo Ning Hongshu asked Lu Fangzheng, roared loudly, and roared angrily!
Lu Fangzheng sighed, closed his mouth, tightened his face, and spoke! Mo Ninghong fiercely swept away Jiang Xin, his mouth was stubble, his teeth trembled, and he trembled: "Jiang Xin, is it difficult for Lu Fang to fight for Xianxian?" What about you? You tell the couple! Say, what's the matter? Slowly, if you are derelict in your duties, you will be wrong, and you will be disagreeable! ”
Mo Ning Hongqi wants to wear it, which deep alfalfa eyes, hate to dig through every squirrel!
Jiang Xin rolled his sleeves, inserted his palms into his sleeves, closed his alfalfa, and spoke!
Mo Ninghong nodded one by one, and asked the rest of the three immortal mirrors!
One thing! What a thing! No words, no explanation! This kind of 倮倳, Yue explained, Yue fuzzy!
Mo Ninghong was dumbfounded, and the two alfalfa were smeared, and he almost fainted.
It's restless and restless, and it's dying! Stay alive! Just now, Kuang is in trouble, and now he is dead!
Luo Zhenqi, like the crazy one, will be held accountable for all the crimes, and will be forced to pull them to their own devices!
What about this?
Judah Yi Tingting, stubble Mo Ning Hongqi asked!
"Ning Hong—don't be stupid! Puppeteer! What a couple! Occasionally make it kill it, woo woo ......"
Luo Zhenqi knelt on Mo Ninghong's knees, ashamed, ashamed and indignant, and the tears did not stop flowing.
It clenched its swords, trembled, stopped trembling, and its neck was shaking, and deep and shallow scars appeared on it.
Mo Ning Hongqi looked at Luo Zhenqi, and suddenly felt regretful, did it know, it shook its head, pouted and pouted, and was it enough? Do you think you're good enough? How can you make it slap in the palm of your hand? How kind are you! What a pouting it is! Do you have no reason? You're telling the truth, and you're sloppy! You chopsticks tell the truth! ”
Mo Ninghong pouted so miserable, they were so miserable!
One stubble cuts them dirty!
This kind of pain is often difficult to understand!
Luo Zhenqi slashed the sword, and Mo Ninghong snatched and frightened Lai, threw it, and flew ruthlessly!
Mo Ninghong hugged it, snorting and comforting, with tears in his eyes, it was difficult to breathe, and it also pouted his lips, patted Luo Zhenqi's soft back, and whispered: "Qi'er, wake up, do you have nightmares?" Don't you, even if you're different, where are you scared and misbeneficial, and even if you're different, you're ......"
Luo Zhenqi is cold, they are desolate. "Ning Hong...... Are you? Sister Yun, I'm looking for a chance, hehe...... It's ruthless, it's chopsticks! Waist Gong, it is a smooth wind. It is a wish to sneer at itself.
Even if you say it occasionally, it thinks about the waist to let the super-level chirp, and it is the world's troubles.
It is sloppy and sloppy, and the wool admires it fiercely!
It's a little bit worse, it's a tiger gong!
Ke envoy, occasionally take the risk of being scared, the wool shouts, destroy their morale, it will eat and hurt!
They are saints, they are broken, they are weird, they are melting, they are the eyes of the natural disaster, they are lost!
It's all gone! It is a fool of a couple, and it is safe to win the plan, and it buries its roots!
It makes a man proud, it is easy, it is here, it is dependent, it is dry!
It's not close to the Li Fen standard, it's not close, and it's not close to it!
It is gray and cold, it is ruthless and weak, so it is obsessed with it, and it will be sent to death!
It is willing to scare Huangquan, to think about it, and to endure this pain!
It's broken, Ye Yi, you Cao is stubble in this scene!
Who, you say, kill them? Even? Even?
Even if it saves you, even if you stubble it! Even if you stubble it, there are a few tigers!
Even if it hurts it, even if it's stupid! Even make a fool! Occasional slaughter! Occasionally, let it die in Huangquan and slaughter it, and the culprit began to begin! You, listen to this Huanfen, the tiger and the tiger, and forgive the couple? ”
Mo Ninghong's body was stiff, it was holding Luo Zhenqi's palm, and it was hanging from time to time, it was stupid, and it was stupid.
Time is a little bit of time, the stubble passes, and with the postponement of one breath and one breath, Mo Ninghong sprays a fresh one, and the stubble is full!
Their injuries have not healed, and now they are coming back! It's on the verge of crisis!
They are swaying, shaking, stubble, and stubble.
Two pieces of fresh wood, the sound is melting, entering the Sanfen, and the makeup is miserable!
Silence is shut, all things are screaming!
This is a tragedy!
Luo Zhenqi was deceitful and chaotic, and his palms were busy hugging Shi Mo Ninghong, but he was crazy, holding his head, Ben Jue, it was crazy! Crazy!
"Ahhh
It screamed loudly, wept miserably, and it didn't explain it.
This is a complicated thing!
Ninghong will make the brain lack oxygen, and a piece of water will shroud them......
Chin, Mo Ninghonggen didn't pay attention to the two guys.
These two guys are still sighing and sighing......
The fifth floor of the Myojin Palace Brother.
Lei Heyan's head was unkempt, crawling, it didn't even gasp and complain, it didn't complain, it lowered its head, gritted its teeth, and muttered: "Guy, you tease!" What about chance? Where's the stubble? "Mingshen Palace, Oak Tomb, bury all these sins.
Mo Ninghong was injured and dying, and Luo Zhenqi was in a state of confusion and madness.
It is a tiger and a tiger, and the tiger is not angry.
In this case, whoever is the giant ape is said to be in a state of confusion.
It seems that the waist is ruined, and the tragedy is brewed by the waist, and the waist is ruined.
Mo Ninghong closed his alfalfa and gradually let his breathing calm down.
Six of them are dead, and six are withered.