"Huh! Thunder rolls! Soaring, picking up the soil, all worship! Master Yu makes you look to your ancestors! ”

Crazy, still stubbling Gu Xunyu shook his head, and stomped his feet wildly. Palm the wicker, and let it be broken.

Mo Ninghong frowned, sighed, and was vigorous.

Yu Guo said, this crazy man makes an ordinary person, which, this Huanfen word, but the oak makes a person who has not been an ordinary person enough to say that it is not good, this simplicity, makes the Yu Yu contradictory.

Mo Ninghong thought about it again, this is a hundred miles, except for this peak village, there is no trace of anything else.

One, this crazy man is all over the place, where is it sloppy?

Also, although this crazy talk is logical, listen to Deng Zhen ~ Yun Mi Mi Li, Hello Chu, Lu Lu is like a cloud, and he points at the master.

Likely, they went crazy, so that because of the slap of the smash, the material was scorned. What has it been through?

Zhu Duo's questions, lingering Mo Ning Hong's head, this Huanfen, let it be ruthless.

"Grandpa, I've got a lai." Which girl holds a bowl, the bowl is full of yellow beast meat, and after cooking the sesame, the chin is fragrant.

"Wow...... Incense. "A fart child is forbidden, and the stinging is enough to eat.

"...... the man" The old man waved his palms, and casually took the initiative to take a bowl of meat to pinch this crazy man: "Hey, brother, don't chant the mantra, hungry, eat, eat, eat quickly!" ”

The crazy man over-hissed, glancing at the old man, their right palm, slowly raised, and then smoked towards this bowl of rice!

"Smack!" The man's palm trembled, the bowls and chopsticks were smashed, and the pieces were broken.

"Ahem...... You! The old man pointed at the crazy man in annoyance and scolded: "You bastard! What do you do with the bowl of smashing the puppet? ”

Defecating, Lao Han squatted on the stubble, picked up the first fragments in pain, pouted, and made a lot of trouble. Dry it up to find out that this Huanfen is poor and lai, one brick and one tile, all of which are easy to raise.

"Hmph, Uncle Huang, you are too benevolent and righteous, this guy is showing his guilt, let it get out! Burn and break their legs! ”

The crowd drank coldly, and the rest of the people looked at the crazy people angrily, and they did so to arouse the public indignation.

Mo Ninghong frowned, hugged his arms, and silently snorted.

"!" One of them just copied the broom, and followed the palm of the hand!

The crazy man pulled out his legs and ran away, shouting while running: "Lai! Escort ......"

This farce ended because of the war.

Zhu Qian pointed and shook his head, and then quickly forgot about it.

It began to discuss whether Xue Feng gave it the meat to eat, and it ate two to its fullness.

Mo Ninghong silently turned around the house, sat on the stubble, bowed his head and pondered his books

"Alas......" it looked at its head, and its chin was muddy.

It still has injuries, and it is measured and sealed, and it is moving.

It is now stubble, maybe Keyi makes the meat of the Fen Fen heavy, which will cause pain in the joints.

At this time, let the thoughts and thoughts return to reality, a crazy man, a red calendar, and then sizzle about it, what does it matter?

Mo Ninghong was thinking about it.

At night, Mo Ninghong lay in the courtyard, and Uncle Li shouted to him to go into the house to sleep, but he refused.

Silence and evening, the snow peak lightly trampled and felled, one way to run around the village, one mountain and one hill, the foot of the peak was frightened, a beach shook the spring water, and the stubble was stubbling and flowing pottery.

This peak and spring are about three feet wide and five feet wide.

Fengquan Qi, a piece of octagonal diamond-shaped spar, the stubble is long and shiny.

Smelling the smell of this peak, the eyes of the snow peak are bright.

It was too dry to pay attention to the progress of Mo Ninghong's injury, because this immortal spring was not attracted to it.

Stubble, Mo Ninghong has woken up and passed through the stubble, stubble this tranquil mushroom, it is a stubble.

It stretched out its tongue and gently "yunxi" the sweet spring water, and embraced the oak child and his mother.

At the beginning of thinking about it, relying on this solstice between the pure peaks and springs, it is strong enough to grow strong, and now it is stubble, it is like a stubble, and the peaks and springs are full of water.

It is as good as water, and it is a spring, and it is good to make it good, perhaps to make the simple villagers to nurture it, and perhaps, to make it simple and simple to the villagers.

The snow peak is stubble, docile and lying on the edge of the stubble peak spring, the spring reflects their shadows, it slowly drinks, drinks......

Mo Ning Hong's stubble was quiet in the middle of the night, and the summer sprayed the pod and the elephant building, and entered the Xuan.

They glanced around, frowning casually.

What about Xu Yun? It makes it difficult to disappear between the two layers, and it will disappear from the end.

Mo Ninghong thinks about it, enters the second layer of his brother, the fruit, and then the third layer of the brother, the fruit.

It tossed and turned, and finally squeezed the bottom of the building, standing at the bottom of the building, frowning, and burning.

"Whew!" Suddenly, the stubble appeared, and it was stiff and stunned.

This is a bi shou, away from its eyes, sneering, stinging, stinging,

Mo Ninghong was shocked, because it was scared at all, and he was scared of Xu Yun, and after the stubble on his back, he clenched his palms and shook his eyes.

It was shocking, and it made it stab it because of the stinging of Xu Yun, and it didn't feel like it was stinging at all.

Xu Yun maintained the posture of thorning them, and bi shou stayed on the stubble and stubble, moving and sucking.

Casually, Xu Yun's palm shrank, and in an instant, he turned the handle and inserted it into his waist.

It knelt down, clenched its fists and bowed its head, respectfully: "Lord! ”

Mo Ning Hong's gambling dagger curtain rammed the emperor's mouth, sluggish: "The book is lazy."

Xu Yun stood at the beginning of the station, casually looking at Mo Ninghong with concern: "Lord, just now I tried the new palm section, didn't scare you, right?" ”

Mo Ninghong pouted bitterly and scratched his head: "Thinking about it, how can you hide the bear so perfectly, the occasional spirit saint is weak, and Ke also makes the companion a little bit of wind and grass to detect the ......."

Xu Yun lightly burned: "Otherwise, what is the righteousness?" ”

Mo Ninghong calmed down for a long time, pouted casually, and exclaimed: "Hiss...... Occasionally, what is the dry form of killing? ”

"Hmph, let the puppet decide, the puppet may not lose!"

Mo Ninghong suddenly glared at Xu Yun, and looked at Xu Yun: "You, you, what about you breaking through the Enamel Mirror?" ”