The Chief of the Flood Wilderness actually didn't want to accept the sword spike at all, but he couldn't match the pleading pleading in the girl's dark eyes.

"Hmm."

"Hey, I made it myself." The girl got up and rubbed her numb hands, and her red eyes were a little pitiful: "I always remember the little brother, the little brother is so fierce, so sad." ”

The tail of the raised eyes is pressed down, and it looks like he is about to cry.

It's me who is wrong.

Under the cold face of the chief of the flood wilderness, he was at a loss for the second time, he was born in a high position and was accustomed to being subdued by others, he really couldn't say anything to apologize, and his long eyelashes trembled uneasily, revealing the panic in the chief's heart.

The handsome side face is stiff as stone, and the soft outline seems to have a layer of mist attached, hazy and unreal.

"Forget it, forget it." The girl muttered, very careful to step back a little, her voice was soft and sweet, like the sweet and greasy floral fragrance that the chief had smelled, intoxicating and beautiful: "I will always take marrying my little brother as my lifelong goal!" ”

For example, the first step is to approach you without being beaten.

The hair was carried by the breeze with a cold fragrance, and it was gently brushed against the cheeks, itchy and numb.

Chief Honghuang's heart was uncontrollable, crazy and painful, and there was a strange urge to hold the girl in front of him fiercely in his arms.

"The scuffle began, and there were 57 people who made the cut."

Half of them were disqualified from the competition and have not woken up to this day.

Mo Yue stretched out her hand to block the gaze of the proud sons of the sky, tilted her head, and glanced at the rolling sky, and suddenly hatred and madness could not be suppressed.

"Let's come along."

An arrogant female voice suddenly sounded on the silent arena, lazy and domineering.

"I hope you don't be so wasteful."

She's in a bad mood, so ask for more blessings.

Yun Yu and Feng Fuchen glanced at each other, found a place to stay away from the female cultivator who was provoking everyone, and then tacitly picked up the weapon.

I hope the master won't be angry with me.

I hope that Xiaomei, as a spirit devotee, will not be too violent, but if she goes to help, the one in his family can tear him apart.

Two people whose thoughts are not in the same range feel that the other party is smart and knowledgeable about current affairs, so there are not many sober minds.

Some monks didn't get close to the encirclement that gradually formed a semicircle, and they were rushed into the attack range of the second lady of the Yun family by two embarrassed guys.

"Feng Gongzi, what are you doing!" The weak monk bared his teeth, almost wanting to fight with the wind and dust that came to drive him.

Said that the first son with good conduct and good conduct!

Yun Yu sneered and kicked the timid monk down in front of his master.

Mo Yue, whose eyes were cold, hooked the chin of the monk who fell in front of her with a whip, and smiled with her lips.

"Hello."

In the next second, the unlucky monk was thrown straight out, and he grazed the little prince on the mat and smashed a large hole in the shape of a person.

"Up!"

"I don't believe it!"

"Deal with her first!"

Qing Huan's side face was scratched by the stones that jumped out of the seemingly shallow white marks, and a small wisp of blood flowed down the contour of his face, dripping from his chin to his collar, and a small blood splash appeared on the gorgeous dress.

If he hadn't turned his head just now, he would have been smashed.

Ah Yue, that's what you think。。。。。。

He still remembered the third time they met, just the supreme ruler of the Three Halls of the Flood and Desolation who was bent on maintaining the balance of the world and the crazy and wanton red-clothed god of war.

Mo Yue combed her long hair that had fallen out, the plum blossoms bloomed bewitchingly on her forehead, she bowed her head, and slowly stretched out her right hand.