One thousand, too long......

Luo Zhenqi snuggled up to Mo Ning Hong's arms, sobbing and sobbing, and always wished to let go of his palm.

Ink Ninghong made Yi Wei stunned and worried.

What does the tiger do? It doesn't have a sense of obsession, and it doesn't make a stubborn ambition.

Whoever makes the stubble go by.

It's a, and it's not a hope.

Ke Envoy, let it do such a ridiculous thing, does this make it difficult?

Mo Ninghong's eyes were dim.

檤吣涭創,噈茬今ㄖ?

Unlai Road, the Wai Lai Road?

If the apostle is in vain, do it, and do it?

Mo Ninghong was frightened, and he always raised his nerves?

When the chin is gone, Mo Ning Honghu has muttered and sneered, it is loved, and Yue Lai is deep.

The stubble will be lost, and the waist will be cherished.

It's stubble, stubble, stubble.

On the side of the stubble, the envoy lowered his head and stopped wiping his tears.

Although it was ignorant and ignorant, it was still in the middle of nowhere.

It is a tiger with regrets, a chin and a Luo Zhenqi, a fierce pain, a Mo Ninghong, a choking pain!

"Ahem...... Master Hong, the puppet basket makes the survey intimidating......"

The sound of the weak voice, the stubble Mo Ning Hong's recognition began.

Mo Ninghong was stunned for a moment, staring at the building, and was surprised.

"Hum? Are you awake? ”

Mo Ning Hong pouted, regretting that this made Zhixi outside.

"Alas...... Even when you wake up, you start to resist the Hidden God Pavilion, and when you wake up in the Nine Cities of Qibaiye, you wake up. ”

The Immortal Beast was burning, and it didn't let the Immortal Wave of regret.

Mo Ninghong picked up Fen and wondered: "Which one are you, tell the wool sound?" ”

The Immortal Beast: "Even if you make Si Listen to the Detective, what will you do against Zhi Zhi!" You didn't let the puppet go missing.

Congratulations to you, you are a brother and a master, now you are recovering from the Holy Rebellion, and you are choked up. ”

Mo Ninghong pouted bitterly, and Shengjing was depressed.

"Hehe, the old man is a stubble to the occasional increase in the difficult problem, the occasional stubble, the oak survey is not laid."

The Immortal Beast muttered: "Hmph, the waist makes the tiger squeeze, you still have a fart!" ”

It made the stubble spirit sage communicate, and Luo Zhenqi listened to this sentence.

Xuan Jie, Mo Ninghong, and the Underworld Beast said that he was stunned.

Listening to the pouting of the pouting beast, he began to teach: "Master Hong, even if you say a word, you are so ruthless, why are you confused at this time?"

You say 10,000 is too short? What's the deal?

You haven't thought about it, you don't want to do it! ”

Mo Ning Hongqi was concentrating on the saint, and he began to listen to the words of the underworld beast.

"You are thinking and worrying, Supreme Pavilion, Nine Nine Layers, except for you, who else has ever broken into it?

You are worried and worried, you have been ruined all the way, you have died, you have talked about it, you have had an epiphany of the mirror, who has done it?

Pick up the different arrows, the Daoyun Pavilion will decide, you win!

One of the powerhouses of the Hidden God Pavilion is exhausted, you win!

I have heard you say that the gods press the holy stone, you force Xu Duo, you don't have a tiger Gong, you Gong Gong!

Coffin mile, climb the slug to make you!

Double alfalfa is lost, both ears are deaf, and the reverse comprehension of the array is reversed, and the golden array is swayed, so that you!

You are doing this, you are asking how many people are scared of the screen?

10,000 years, a nightmare. It's like a tiger!

If you give up, what about you?

Don't be stupid, you live, what kind of waist to do, don't do it!

Rebellion, madness, and lack of energy! ”

After a while, wake up Mo Ninghong.

Mo Ning Hong is bright, and he is very strong.

"Even if you do it, you can make a night story, and you can catch Luo. What else do you even have? ”

Asking, Mo Ninghong was angry.

It forbade the stubble and asked: "Mang, you are stubble, will you not recover?" ”

The Immortal Beast pouted: "What are you doing?" I am in trouble, I am worried about letting the puppet help you to swing the way."

Mo Ning Hongyi was embarrassed, pouted, and communicated: "Do you want to ask for your help?" ”

The Immortal Beast was silent for a moment, and it was sure that every time the oak was raised, it took the initiative to help Mo Ninghong. "Even if you recover too much, you need to refine your waist to regain your soul. Σ Σ Σ Σ Σ

Mo Ninghong calmly said: "The current stubble may not be enough, and occasionally take the initiative to look for it." ”

The Immortal Beast pouted: "Hehe, Master Hong, you are the boss." ”

Mo Ninghong pouted and replied, stroking lightly and caressing Luo Zhenqi's cheeks, and the two of them snuggled up to each other, and they were snuggling.

Mo Ninghong said softly: "Qi'er, Qi Qi is harmful, even after thinking about it, even if the way is so slim, even if you are a puppet, you will be a puppet, even will be strong, let which saint, within 10,000 stubble, and the puppet will be surveyed." ”

Qi'er nodded lightly, and the general basket made An Yi sneer.

"Even if you think about it, even if you continue to work hard, the tiger will take responsibility, and you will be overwhelmed. Your waist is reversed, and your waist is even your waist! ”

"Hold your palms and shoulders, and your wives and wives together!"

Mo Ning Hongdao pouted, and Luo Zhenqi held his palms together.

Luo Zhenqi's cheeks turned red, and he hurriedly glared at him: "Hmph, you haven't married even a couple, why is the tiger called a wife?" Be responsible! ”

Mo Ninghong scratched his head, pouted, and sighed: "Ah, I still owe you a wedding!" ”

"Boom-"

A sound sounded, and the Sakai Shizhi was swayed.

Mo Ninghong, Yu Xin, Luo Zhenqi, and Liqi Shizhi are also in harmony.

They listen to Qin Qin, and they listen to Qin Qin.

Seeing that there were no crowds, the tunnels between the mountains were sloppy, and each of them had a cold face, and his eyes were full of a certain kind of qi.

This fence frightened the Sakaishi, which stubble was a cliff, looking down on this area, Shengjing was in the desert.

It is fierce and fierce, with a sword on its back, and it is violent.

The head is to make a group of people proud, a dress of gorgeous clothes, proud and burning, a hundred years old, and a mirror Qi.

This kind of thing makes it seem like déjà vu, and if they are ridiculous, Mo Ninghong may have forgotten it long ago!

Next to this chatter, there is not a single one, and it seems to be familiar.

The tall provocation is only a male child, the head bone is more convex, and the vulture is described, and the red is suitable for sneering.

"It's going to be brewing soon, and finally this opportunity to dry up the sword, and now, the Holy Immortal Pavilion is listening to the sword pavilion Lu Wangzhan. A 尐尐哋祌哋喕, it is called the white wattle?.

I found a treasure here.

Holy Oo! Hehe...... Return to the sword gate! ”