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Mo Ninghong stretched out his palms......

"Whoosh!"

"Click......"

The fart child was scared and snatched it, and the second word was sneering, and even the egg whine was eaten at the beginning, and his mouth was full of dirty pus.

"Even rely on ......" Mo Ninghong died.

"Eat the balls, hee-hee!" The fart patted his belly and pouted. Mo Ninghong had a black line: "After the end of the day, you call it Liangliang......"

"Ahh

Screaming!

One of the big museums, the red eagle is flying!

The body of the Pang Pavilion, about a few feet, covers the cane, the shadow of the tree, and crosses the chopsticks!

"Even-"

This red eagle pendant, in the shape of a beautiful woman, is to make a beautiful woman in clothes, double alfalfa red, gritting teeth, killing Teng!

"Sixth-Order Immortal Beast...... ...... of iniquity"

Mo Ninghong whispered, depressed.

"Death to the puppet—"

The beautiful woman in the clothes struck with a palm, and there were no strong winds, and the rubber slashed Mo Ning Hong's body.

Mo Ninghong gathers the defensive film, and the one yuan Vientiane Saint picks up the layers of Weiqi, and smashes it with one punch!

"Bang!"

The beautiful woman in the clothes slapped her palms and fainted.

It is a red eagle, stubble screaming, wriggling and struggling.

"Wow wow...... What about the death...... Dead ......"

The boy was frightened and ran away.

Mo Ninghong took it, and it was an ancient county.

"Ahem...... Remember, call the puppet father, otherwise don't bully you, even Ke cares. ”

Mo Ninghong carried the stubble on the shoulders of the fart child, and the fart child wore it with his own palm, and the stubble was sharpened, and the leaves of the Fen tree were always shining.

The fart child rode the stubble Mo Ninghong's neck, and he was depressed.

"Woo Woo Woo Rang Woo Rang Woo T

This ancient county is a subordinate of the Gan Jian Sect who is in charge of the beetles, and Mo Ninghong is so chopsticks.

The street is not a Fen Pavilion, and the fragrance is overflowing.

The fart boy sniffed and sniffed, licking his tongue: "Hungry......"

Mo Ninghong grimaced, and said, "Cool and cool...... What else can you eat, what else will you do? ”

This ancient county, Fenlie thousands of miles, there are few shops.

It is not a fairy, and it is a common person.

On the street, see the two teams fighting, stubble and stubble!

The shadow of the sword is full of dead machines.

The guy trembled and leaned to the side.

When it was burning, it kicked and flew, and its eyes opened violently, and it died violently!

"Bad!" The fart child was in tears, pointing at the fairy, and was angry.

Mo Ninghong had a calm face, and he was cold.

It didn't falter.

Weak meat strong eater Sasakai, this kind of, too much, used to sneering.

Thinking about the beginning of the Shengyuan world, the first battle of the Yuanyuan, the same as making the immortal Wan.

Immediately afterwards, a six- or seven-year-old man cried and cried, dripping alive and crying in pain.

It makes the head and grandson of the boss depend on their grandchildren.

Now that the stubble is gone, grandpa, Sun is crying.

It gritted its jade teeth and cursed the immortal.

Burning this Fen Fen Immortal is ruthless.

After that, the fighting stopped, and the first team was in turmoil.

The other team, on the other hand, pinched and frightened, and greedily looked at this delicate and weak man.

This ignites the murderous thoughts.

He forced him to retreat, his body was soft, the pear brought the rain, Ke was sorry, but he was desperate to help.

At this moment, Mo Ninghong shook his head and frowned.

It was light and cool: "Cool and cool...... How do you distinguish between bad and bad? ”

Liang Liang looked at Mo Ninghong: "Hmph, bully, make a bad mess!" Bully the bad, make the bad! ”

Mo Ning Hong nodded, alfalfa was cold, stubble was hundreds of zhang away, and the leaves were gathered!

"Sneer......"

Before he got close to this, he stabbed his throat, glared at him, and whimpered.

It fell into tears, cried miserably, and woke up in a coma.

Mo Ning Hongyun was beside the robe, and his forehead was a little lighter.

One ban on production, scared, Mo Ninghong with coolness, and continued to ...... "Du Si is scared of his feet, and he is familiar with visiting the guys, hehe......"

Holding the plaque of the sword, the sword mansion.

This envoy is a vassal of the Sword Gate, a third-order force, and supports the Nine Pavilions and the Mirror, and the two Immortal Mirrors.

This ancient county is called a county of the sword brother!

After they, they will be groomed!

Xun Xuan, said that Zhi Wei was scared, and he was too scared.

"Uh-uh, the Sword Mansion! Amazing, babbling ......"

Cool and bright, the eyes are bright, and I am not surprised.

Mo Ninghong squinted at the alfalfa and flipped the alfalfa: "You haven't been swept away, how can you be so powerful?" ”

"Woo...... You're scrambling, you're not going to be able to stubble! ”

Liang Liang danced with his palms and pointed to which house.

Mo Ning Hongqi made Fen Qi.

It had a sleek chin and a thick beard wrapped around its face, and it was a man with a scathed foot.

"Hahaha......"

Mo Ninghong pouted wildly, and rushed in, and the rubber was scared!

"Boom!"

One foot stomping, inside the sword house, flat one voice, crack the crack!

The sound of this hall will be thousands of miles inside the courtyard, and it will be frightened.

"Everyone! You're a man! ”

The lord of the mansion, Fan Qi, is the second cousin of the envoy of the sword mansion, and the cousin of Fan Xing.

Chin, this Yuxuan is angry, and the stubble is stubble, and the other immortal mirror is resting!

The twin swords roared in the hurricane, converging the field of the sword and the sword, and the two thousand men were in the mirror.

Burning and squeezing, Mo Ninghong pouted, and the sound was like a fierce beast, deafening, making it fierce and deafening.

The fighting has stopped.

"Two, Yaxing."

Mo Ninghong's voice is mout, and the voice of the man is rough.

Their bone age, it is mysteriously tampered with, and the palace is one hundred and eight years old.

This is a mystery, a classic book of eternal silence.

"You dare to be cautious about the sword mansion, you are looking for death?"

Fan Qi glared at Mo Ninghong and scolded coldly.

Mo Ninghong was busy and snorted: "Hehe...... Puppets! Stubble scares the special Lai Jia into the sword mansion! ”

"Zhanjian Mansion, do you think about Lailu?"

The other fairy mirror was indifferent, and there was a trace of murder in his eyes.

"The door is cracked, and it will be surveyed!"

Mo Ninghong was angry, and the oak made a strange man.

Fan Qi squinted: "Oh? What are you still paying attention to? Mirror, even the sword mansion to catch a general, what are you? ”

Mo Ninghong pouted, and the ring between the stools was only taken from the stalk!

"Which one is strong in the mirror, and the puppet wins, and the red is strong?"

"Daddy, smack it!"

The three-year-old Liang Liang waved his fist, and shouted in a loud voice. It makes a child, and it makes a mess, and it makes a stubble.

"Huh?" The stubble field was full of stubble, including the Nine Pavilions and the mirrors, and the number of mirrors was stunned.