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A trace of resentment, a fierce one, the death of the citrus and the piles of surging and surging and sloppy, as much as it can absorb and absorb......

Mangyu, an ancient county, quiet and auspicious, the streets and alleys, bustling, lively. www.. com

Suddenly, a group of purple-clothed people stood on the stubble street, pouting fiercely, waving their palms and swords.

Slowly, the dots are shaky, the chopsticks are holding their feet, and the stubble is running on the streets.

The chariots and horses were in a hurry, and they avoided it one after another.

"Wa Chen! Don't run! Dangerous ......"

The men were sweating all over their heads, and hurriedly chased around the crowd.

"Quack ......" grinned and pouted with chopsticks, and Ke Ai's face attracted Xu Duo's motherhood.

It ran around the purple-clothed child and stubbled into the purple-clothed woman's body.

Which man just chased, violently burned to investigate, purple clothes with swords in his hands, braving the cold!

It glared at the sativa, picking up Fen in a panic: "Baby! Chopsticks Run! ”

"Whew!" A sword, a two-year-old child, nailed through the skull!

It stopped pouting, and it dissipated, and it was so grizzling!

Where is the man, the muddy clothes are trembling, and the safalfa is red. "You're a vicious man, and you're a mortal—"

"Whew!" A sword will penetrate the chest of this Han man!

They held their palms, and they held the throats of the purple-clothed women, thinking about pinching and extinguishing them, but they were not able to move the bullets. www.. com

"Strange ghosts, chopsticks run, chopsticks run!" The purple clothes were frightened and scattered, and the streets were chaotic, and everyone rushed to their own houses.

The purple-clothed man began to slash the sword, killed! Kill! Slash, slash!

It's a child, it's a little bit of a child, it's a little bit of a stubble, it's not a little old, it's not a child, even if it's not, it's a little cold.

One by one, the life is alive, and it gradually disappears like this, and the grievances of the people who are surveyed and seen are resentful, and the corpses of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the eyes of the corpses are rising, and the pupils are rising......

呲颏, Jiu Xuan Mansion -

Mo Ninghong, sitting firmly at the fishing table, closed his eyes, stunned hook.

After the fall, a shadow fell, knelt and frightened, and the voice was heard: "Lord! Even the reckless domain is today, and it is a! ”

Mo Ninghong slammed into a swoop, opened his eyes, held his breath, and said in a deep voice: "Say! ”

Xu Yun clenched his fists: "No, don't pick up tens of thousands of surnames in a few ancient counties, and the number of holy secrets in Huanpi has been slaughtered, and now this Fen County Chisi Jingchen is in chaos!" ”

Boom –

Mo Ninghong gritted his teeth, angry and angry.

It squirted the pond, splashed a few feet of waves, and swept away the pond, so that the chin sprinkled stubble, and the whole pond dried up. www.. com

One fish after another, stubble and jumping!

Mo Ninghong suddenly burned the station, and shouted in a cold voice: "Xu Yun, what is the real situation in the current Jiushu Mansion!" ”

Xu Yun recognized: "Lord, today, the new germanium is a batch of immortals, and the mirror is scattered, and it is not three, it is enough to make the lord and the princess and you are stubble, and the class is scareless, and the sincerity of the Fen is thinking about the service of the Wei Jiu Mansion, and today, the even Jiu Fen Mansion is strong, and it is enough to scare the foundation of the Mirror Fen to scatter the stubble, about five thousand!" Today, Jiu Xuan Mansion needs the help of the waist Ren Yan, and the bear swept the four yi! ”

Mo Ning Honghui eyebrows, palm of the summer spray ┮紮|桖紅cesium scroll, Hui looked at Xu Yun, and the style announced: "Xu Yun listens to the order!" ”

Xu Yunlu showed his essence and knelt down to receive the order.

Mo Ninghong slowly read one word and one sentence: "Xu Yun, even the palm, take the envoy Gu Qi Xuan Xuan Wen Qi Jiu Zu Zhi Yi, swallow the Holy Pavilion Emperor Leave a decision, say, swallow the Holy Ceremony, swallow the Holy Arts!"

At the beginning of the stubble, the puppet will pass it on to you, and the Holy Gate will be swallowed! You, the master of the Holy Gate Sect, ordered you to gather the puppets and horses within the two Luozhi, and jointly practice the Holy Swallowing Technique and practice the Holy Swallowing Combined Strike Array! Kill the scum, make the ghosts, make the murderers, see one, kill one, pay the bears, fly the book and report the couple, malaria the peak, slaughter, and support! ”

Xu Yun was in a panic, raised his head, and looked at Mo Ninghong's left palm scroll and his right palm red stone.

This makes the ancient strong decision, the ancient strong!

It has stimulated the remnants of the Swallowing Saint Sect Swallowing Saint Technique, and it has made the heat surging early!

Mo Ninghong solemnly said: "Listen to it, Xu Yun, swallow the Holy Classics, even if you don't even cultivate it, they are the purpose, the word stubble, kill Yue Duo, see Yue Yue, Jia Yue Qiang!" Envoy, you give the puppet a crutche, swallow the holy gate, waist as a righteous Zhishi, slaughter and invade, scare the door, and sweep away the scum moths! Ten thousand innocent injuries! If not, I will never spare you! ”

Xu Yun leaned down and gritted his teeth: "The lord is scared!" Swallow the Holy Gate! Weimin eliminate harm! Substitute for the Ox! ”

"Huh! Give you five to time, and give it to the puppet called Wei, and the trick is to Zhu Zhi! The rest of the scare, and he is not qualified to cultivate and swallow the first volume of the Holy Sect of the Holy Emperor......"

The drums of war, the stubble sounded, the calm was calm, the disaster came, this chaos was Zhiyi, the screen was frightened, who made the hero - Baitong County, Jiu Hui Mansion, Yi Yi Expansion, Driven to the Cold Building, Xijing Mansion, and Jiu Jiu Mansion merged.

Mo Ninghong smacked Jing Yinyuan, the two of them were very good, and they often bumped heads, but Jing Yinyuan shook the hall and stepped into the mansion of the Jiu Xun Mansion.

"Stand, who let you go in?" The two guards were really strong, the foundation mirror was perfect, and the mighty summer cow peony was sifted through the gun, blocking the road of Jingyinyuan.

Jing Yinyuan held his palm behind his back, the holy cesium was burning, and he pouted, and the spear suddenly ignited and listened to the palm of the hand.

The two sounds of "bells" were inserted into the wall of the Jiuhu Mansion, and the tip of the gun was faintly visible.

The two guards were stammered, their palms were busy, and they twisted their heads sluggishly, and they were struggling around the coffin.

Ning, even looking for Mo Ninghong. Jing Yinyuan pouted, but he was not angry.

"This ......"

The second is to make Mo Ninghong and the holy secrets, and to be detailed, and to make the dragon and the dragon to control the production

Doing it, it gave way one after another, and Jing Yinyuan shook the hall and put it in, muddy, with a kind of Zhiqi.

"Squeak ......" Mo Ning Hong's living room, the door of the library was covered up, a purple shirt was shadowed, and Qi Rong stepped into the house.

"Whoosh!" A flying blade, towards Jing Yinyuan to the immortal cover burst out of the strong mang, Jing Yinyuan sneered, this flying blade immediately twisted the chin of the Qi Jue, the bullet is scarce.

"Huh...... The lord of the Mo Mansion is not idle and elegant, and he studies this Huanfen Qi Gate secretly."

Jing Yinyuan pouted, glanced at the horns, buried his head, and grinded Mo Ninghong.

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