Bai Hong's life and death are imminent!

Under the pursuit and siege of the seven supreme powers, even if he grasped the seventh layer of mysteries, it was considered the late stage of the supreme powers, but he was not able to turn the tide, and the supreme powers of the middle of the seven were defeated in one fell swoop, and under the joint efforts of the seven supreme powers, the seven supreme powers were also injured one by one, which was already a great limit!

At this time, there was no room for hesitation, and Bai Hong, who was covered in blood, turned around and fled, and the general trend was impossible. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"She's coming!"

Looking at the white-clothed figure in the picture, the Confucian poet with a white beard suddenly said such a sentence without a head, neither saying that he would rescue, nor did he mean to let Maihar do it.

Mahal was slightly anxious!

Looking at the picture, the white-clothed figure who was chased all the way by the seven erupted with earth-shattering coercion, worried in his eyes, but before he could react superfluously, he saw the Confucian poet shake his hand.

The whole picture, under this flick, lightly, vanished, belonging to the white clothes like snow, and the seven supreme powerful figures, dissipated in the void of the school, but it was so abrupt.

Mahal looked at the Confucian poet, and the anxiety in his heart was beyond words.

"Peace of mind!" the Confucian poet said, and in Mehal's puzzlement, he faintly picked up the yellowed book on the table, "Today, it will be Luo Xue's family who invites you to dinner, so go back first!"

Anxious eyes fell on the white-robed figure of the Confucian poet, Maihal took a deep breath and took a deep look at the Confucian poet.

There's no need to work so hard!

To the extent of such an old monster, beyond the world, many, many things have already been discussed, and every sentence is already a matter of words, and there will be no such thing as a reversal.

At the very least, in the face of ants like Mahal, there will be no backtracking.

Obviously, Confucian poets have never been in contact with Shinto, but the means they are showing at the moment are not inferior to Shinto, and even the unfathomable degree at this time is enough to make any existence frightened.

"Okay!"

The thousands of thoughts in my head, after thinking about it, finally turned into a response.

The school fell into silence, under the twilight sun, the country houses in the distance, faintly heard the barking of dogs, children playing, adults shouting and scolding, familiar and unfamiliar resounding, in the air, there is also the fragrance of vegetables and delicacies, rushing to the face, it makes people feel the local atmosphere first.

Squeak!

The door of the school opened a crack, a small head with a cupola ponytail, with big watery eyes poked in, it was a little girl, when the two looked at it, she blinked embarrassedly, and stuck out her tongue at the Confucian poet in the school, playful and cute, with a carefree smile on her face.

"Uncle Ku, let's go, let's go to Xue'er's house for dinner today!"

The little girl with wide eyes said, looked at the silver-haired shawl Mahal, and waved her hand.

By the time he had been six years, he had been able to fully integrate the silver-haired shawl into such an ordinary and simple village, and everyone had already recognized Mehal, a young man who looked at the sky every day and knew only instinct.

Naturally, each family will take turns to take care of Mahal, eating and living, and taking care of it.

Mahal stood up, as usual, ignored the Confucian poet, and walked directly to the little girl, like a puppet who obeyed instructions, but there was inevitably a faint light in his eyes.

Bai Hong's life and death are imminent!

Under the pursuit and siege of the seven supreme powers, even if he grasped the seventh layer of mysteries, it was considered the late stage of the supreme powers, but he was not able to turn the tide, and the supreme powers of the middle of the seven were defeated in one fell swoop, and under the joint efforts of the seven supreme powers, the seven supreme powers were also injured one by one, which was already a great limit!

At this time, there was no room for hesitation, and Bai Hong, who was covered in blood, turned around and fled, and the general trend was impossible.

"She's coming!"

Looking at the white-clothed figure in the picture, the Confucian poet with a white beard suddenly said such a sentence without a head, neither saying that he would rescue, nor did he mean to let Maihar do it.

Mahal was slightly anxious!

Looking at the picture, the white-clothed figure who was chased all the way by the seven erupted with earth-shattering coercion, worried in his eyes, but before he could react superfluously, he saw the Confucian poet shake his hand.

The whole picture, under this flick, lightly, vanished, belonging to the white clothes like snow, and the seven supreme powerful figures, dissipated in the void of the school, but it was so abrupt.

Mahal looked at the Confucian poet, and the anxiety in his heart was beyond words.

"Peace of mind!" the Confucian poet said, and in Mehal's puzzlement, he faintly picked up the yellowed book on the table, "Today, it will be Luo Xue's family who invites you to dinner, so go back first!"

Anxious eyes fell on the white-robed figure of the Confucian poet, Maihal took a deep breath and took a deep look at the Confucian poet.

There's no need to work so hard!

To the extent of such an old monster, beyond the world, many, many things have already been discussed, and every sentence is already a matter of words, and there will be no such thing as a reversal.

At the very least, in the face of ants like Mahal, there will be no backtracking.

Obviously, Confucian poets have never been in contact with Shinto, but the means they are showing at the moment are not inferior to Shinto, and even the unfathomable degree at this time is enough to make any existence frightened.

"Okay!"

The thousands of thoughts in my head, after thinking about it, finally turned into a response.

The school fell into silence, under the twilight sun, the country houses in the distance, faintly heard the barking of dogs, children playing, adults shouting and scolding, familiar and unfamiliar resounding, in the air, there is also the fragrance of vegetables and delicacies, rushing to the face, it makes people feel the local atmosphere first.

Squeak!

The door of the school opened a crack, a small head with a cupola ponytail, with big watery eyes poked in, it was a little girl, when the two looked at it, she blinked embarrassedly, and stuck out her tongue at the Confucian poet in the school, playful and cute, with a carefree smile on her face.

"Uncle Ku, let's go, let's go to Xue'er's house for dinner today!"

The little girl with wide eyes said, looked at the silver-haired shawl Mahal, and waved her hand.

By the time he had been six years, he had been able to fully integrate the silver-haired shawl into such an ordinary and simple village, and everyone had already recognized Mehal, a young man who looked at the sky every day and knew only instinct.

Naturally, each family will take turns to take care of Mahal, eating and living, and taking care of it.

Mahal stood up, as usual, ignored the Confucian poet, and walked directly to the little girl, like a puppet who obeyed instructions, but there was inevitably a faint light in his eyes. (To be continued.) )