"Feng Lingxue" turned her gaze to the air, her lips moved slightly, and she turned her sleeves away with her sleeves

The object in mid-air became visible fragments and scattered all over the ground.

The soulless finger on the other end of the mirror tapped the ice and snow throne in front of him, as if sighing: "It's a pity, it's been discovered."

"Snow Cold..."Wu Ling flashed a touch of pain, "It's just this once, okay?" ”

Outside the castle, the snow continues, like flying catkins, and how much right and wrong exist behind such holiness?

Whose eyes and hearts have been blinded by this snow?

"Are you alright?"

In the haze, it seemed as if someone was calling him

Mo Yixuan opened his eyes, and as soon as he moved, "Hiss..."

"You lie down first," a hoarse voice said to him in the darkness

"Bang dang!" Dead old man, get out of here

Mo Yixuan followed the voice and looked over, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the man whisper: "Don't talk, I'll take a look."

The voice is hoarse, transposed and unpleasant, like a broken bellows.

The man walked out slowly, hunched over.

"Hey, it turned out to be Brother Wang, and he lost far from winning."

The man known as Brother Wang had a thick waist of ten circles, a round face and big ears, and a belly like a beer belly.

A man walked up to the old man slowly, flew up his right foot, and kicked the old man in the stomach fiercely: "Dead old man who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, Brother Wang is also worthy of your name?"

After saying that, he turned to Brother Wang with a flattering face: "Brother Wang, this old beggar doesn't know how to understand etiquette, so the little one will teach you a lesson." That flattering appearance is like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy

Brother Wang squinted at the kid and snorted coldly in his nose.

"Ahh The man's eyes widened in horror, blood kept pouring out of his body, Brother Wang suddenly pulled out the knife made of ice, raised his fist and punched the man's heart, the man flew out upside down like a rag doll, "Boom! "The ground smashed a big hole in the ground

Brother Wang broke his fists, and the sound of the joints made the people present tremble in their hearts, for fear that the next one to suffer would be himself.

The old man was lying on the ground and couldn't stop on the ground*, and as soon as Brother Wang stepped forward and bent down, he lifted the old man on the ground: "Old Zhaotou, our brothers didn't mean to embarrass you, that kid has already been disposed of by me just now."

"The king... Brother Wang's Shenwu..."As the old man spoke, a few drops of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Mo Yixuan had a terrible headache and listened quietly to the movement outside.

"Hehe, old Zhaotou, what our brother wants, shouldn't you give it to us?"

"The king... Brother Wang said again, why can't I understand it? I'm a bad old man, who lives by begging all day long, and I'm dressed in rags... Where is there anything worth showing to Brother Wang? ”

"Dead old man, you dare to play poor with Lao Tzu! If you don't hand over the Holy Law today, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Brother Wang used his palm, and when he was about to touch the old man, he was forced to take a few steps back and finally stabilized his body, his hand shook, and he let go of the hand holding the old man.

"Who?" The little Luo Luo behind Brother Wang was just about to take revenge for his own boss, when his boss stretched out his hand to stop him.

Besides, Mo Yixuan teleported and grabbed the old man and placed him on the straw stack on the side, his eyes were dyed with a bit of fire.

Brother Wang sighed twice, and looked at the young man in front of him lightly, unkempt, the clothes on his body were full of blood stains left by dried blood, and he couldn't see the original color for a long time, and the young man's face was stained with a little dust, but he still couldn't stop his original handsomeness.

"Yo, it turns out that Lao Zhao Tou still hides such a superb!" Brother Wang turned back to the brothers and said that the brothers were all smiling "hehe", and the * on their faces could not be hidden.

Brother Wang rubbed his hands, and the desire in his eyes was undisguised.

"Can the little boy get together with Wang's house?"

"That's right, little white face, our brother Wang is doing well, but I can't treat you badly."

"Maybe I'll let you and that bad old man go when you're in a good mood."

Brother Wang smiled lewdly and approached Mo Yixuan: "Little beauty, Brother Jiao'er, don't you want Brother Wang to touch it?"