There are only two positions away from the door, so you can step on it and jump up with your strength. The willow is no longer hidden, and flies forward.

At the same time, the crane's screaming instantly resounded through the night sky, the golden knife and the moon slashed, two-way chain, and the domineering demon drew a golden link like a charm, and flanked the door.

One after another, softly, carefully caring for the two words between his lips and teeth. The woman on the mountain is not Jun'er.

Then, the person in front of him, under his hand, slowly became transparent, and then, shattered. After a while, Wen Wuai finally said, "I know, step down." "It doesn't matter if there is no response, this is the effect he wants.

The yard was busy as if it was rushing to a market. Tang Banshan is Wen Wuai's master, and he has a good relationship with the old owner Wen Chuan, and he also cherishes his sister Wen Yue.

When he was young, he had good medical skills, the doctor was benevolent, and he saved many dying little lives, including the little monk Wen Yue picked up, Wen Wu'ai was seven or eight years old, Wen Wu'ai was very sick at that time, and where he curled up, it was really a lump of meat.

Wen Wuai pressed her palm with his palm, and a trace of unwillingness flashed under his eyes. Blood poured out, and in an instant, it was smeared all over the smooth forehead.

Sure enough, it worked, and the three huge bamboo rows that were ambushed in the flowers behind him instantly snapped together and caught the air. Wen Wuai froze.

The goblin, the one who fought hard in the morning to drag into Bagua Ridge. Later, when he got old, he saw that this Peacock Villa was so good and lively, so he immediately stayed and became a teacher.

Earlier, he had been guarding an empty house here for seven nights, as if guarding Jun'er's peeled shell, and the whole person had faded cleanly, leaving nothing behind.

There is blood barrier, Hua Liu squinted her eyes, only opened a line, and the blood on her face also had a silky meaning.

Sweat began to dripping from the palms, and the bleak night froze. It's dark, Jun'er should have been like this, waiting for him quietly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of humming and chirping from somewhere, and everyone quickly turned the fire and listened carefully: "Xiao Ai, go and arrest the four girls for me, I miss her now, I have to see her immediately." "She must not move, as long as she moves, whether Wen Wuai turns back or not, she will be discovered.

When the time comes, she will face Wen Wu'ai directly, and in his territory, she will not even have the right to live or die, and she will have no choice but to run away desperately.

Ah Huai hurriedly arrived, his face was as earthy as color, and before he could speak, Wen Wuai raised his hand and motioned for him to retreat.

Because she knows that in terms of tactics, she has never been inferior to them, and this is the case with the prince of Wuai, and the same is true for the prince.

Tang Banshan is Wen Wuai's master, and he has a good relationship with the old owner Wen Chuan, and he also cherishes his sister Wen Yue.

When he was young, he had good medical skills, the doctor was benevolent, and he saved many dying little lives, including the little monk Wen Yue picked up, Wen Wu'ai was seven or eight years old, Wen Wu'ai was very sick at that time, and where he curled up, it was really a lump of meat.

Zhao Caishen, or rather, according to the prince. Wen Wuai only said lightly: "Master, come for me." He reached out and took a stool and sat down next to the old man in white.

So, people think, that's all right. Generally, the owner's mother-in-law has something to do, and the second young master will be fine, and the son of Wuai is better than anyone else.

"Do you think that if you come later, you can prick a few stitches casually, and finally you can send Lao Wen directly to the ground with a flick of your hand? Then, you're happy to be the owner, right? Let me tell you, I'm not dead yet, don't be lazy with me here. Besides, you know, you know how to be grateful? Lao Wen brought you back back then, so weak and a little lump of meat, Lao Wen himself has no children, it is a handful of and a handful of urine for you......" Ahuai didn't dare to hide, in a panic,

"Poof" and knelt down: "Childe, it's the owner of the village, and I'm afraid that the owner's mother-in-law is not good." Ah Huai was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to disobey half a point, so he quickly withdrew, waiting at the door tremblingly.

At the same time, I also pondered the identity and life and death of that strange woman. Ah Huai was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to disobey half a point, so he just quickly withdrew, waiting at the door tremblingly.

At the same time, I also pondered the identity and life and death of that strange woman.

"Hey, Uncle Tang, if you continue like this, be careful that the second son of Wen will directly stab Master Wen to death." The semantics are funny, three points serious, and seven points banter.

Tang Banshan was speechless for a while. Seeing that Wen Wuai didn't answer, he hurriedly made up with a weak heart: "I didn't bring anything home this time, if my aunt and grandmother eat badly, it's none of my business." Wen Wuai has never been grinding with others, he has not spoken, and his hands are steadily recognizing acupoints and applying needles, but soon someone in the room can't listen to it.

The yard was busy as if it was rushing to a market. There are only two positions away from the door, so you can step on it and jump up with your strength. Tomorrow is the Amaterasu election.

No matter how much Peacock Villa is out of the system, Tianze Enzhao, they have to serve well.

Wen Wuai's pitch-black pupils tightened suddenly. Ah Huai hurriedly arrived, his face was as earthy as color, and before he could speak, Wen Wuai raised his hand and motioned for him to retreat.

The woman on the mountain is not Jun'er. Wen Wu'e had just entered the door, and an old man in white clothes and white beard scolded him with his head and face.

Even with the popularity of the house, it makes people want to quit quickly. The yard was busy as if it was rushing to a market. Because she knows that in terms of tactics, she has never been inferior to them, and this is the case with the prince of Wuai, and the same is true for the prince.

The willow is no longer hidden, and flies forward. At the same time, the crane's screaming instantly resounded through the night sky, the golden knife and the moon slashed, two-way chain, and the domineering demon drew a golden link like a charm, and flanked the door.

She must not move, as long as she moves, whether Wen Wuai turns back or not, she will be discovered. When the time comes, she will face Wen Wu'ai directly, and in his territory, she will not even have the right to live or die, and she will have no choice but to run away desperately.

Then, the person in front of him, under his hand, slowly became transparent, and then, shattered. Wen Wuai looked coldly at the door, and a bright yellow shadow just happened to rush in, it was the third innocent.

She wanted to look back, was he the one who made the move? In the end, I really want to come and kill people with a knife? The dark red blood soaked the hair, quietly poured out from under the golden forehead, slowly slid over the eyebrow bone, and fell down the pale cheeks.

Sweat began to dripping from the palms, and the bleak night froze. Then, the person in front of him, under his hand, slowly became transparent, and then, shattered.

The old man in white pushed the medicine box to his side, stood up angrily, and gave him the ground, but his mouth still didn't stop.

Although he didn't start the momentum again, he said it one sentence after another, but it was long and long, flat and flat, chattering, like a surging river, endless: he didn't make a sound, and watched quietly, and Hua Liu finally closed his eyes.

Forbearance, the escape of Shuo Bing. The old man in white pushed the medicine box to his side, stood up angrily, and gave him the ground, but his mouth still didn't stop.

Although he didn't start the momentum, he said it sentence after sentence, but it was long and long, flat and flat, chattering, like a surging river, endless: the ghost goblin, the one who dragged into the Bagua Ridge after fighting hard in the morning.

So, at this moment, he shouldn't have been, and couldn't, be here. Wen Wuai only said lightly: "Master, come for me." He reached out and took a stool and sat down next to the old man in white.

So, people think, that's all right. Generally, the owner's mother-in-law has something to do, and the second young master will be fine, and the son of Wuai is better than anyone else.