Five fingers together, with a silver-blue flame, slammed it, like a knife sharpening iron like clay, the petals of the rose were cut off, and the originally hard petals immediately became soft at the moment of scratching, and the tender petals suddenly fell apart, turning into a rain of flowers in the sky, and also making a way for Fu Qiong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Smiling contemptuously, Fu Qiong clapped his hands and said, "What? Did it scare you?" the young man just looked at him and didn't say a word. "Don't stop talking, I'm not comfortable lying in your arms at all, I'm insecure, scum. Fu Qiong jumped out of his arms.

"It's a pity that I didn't hug the girl's cold delicate body. Hawkers, I can't afford to mess with you anyway, you're a ghost girl's child after all. The young man said suddenly, and the words he uttered made Fu Qiong stiffen, but he quickly recovered, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "What's the use of saying this?

The boy laughed, "You're thinking too much." People who keep talking about scum, scum, kill, kill and kill whatever, are the real ants. I also think that you are so capable, your mouth is powerful, and your strength is not very good. Fu Qiong is not angry, "Well, then I am scum, what kind of dust are you?"

The boy frowned slightly, "Who knows." "Shall I tell you?" Fu Qiong gently swung his fingers, ten silk threads were connected to the ten fingers, and Fu Qiong stepped on his feet and slowly floated into the sky. His slender fingers swung slightly, and each of the ten lines was connected to a gun.

That's the same ten guns, the top ten pistols in the world, and the ten guns out of the top 100 guns on the Void Floating Island. "With such a big formation, I'm afraid what you want to tell me is how I died. ”

Holding these ten guns, Fu Qiong's slender fingers raised sharply, only to see that the ten guns let out a muffled snort at the same time, and then spit out the items in his mouth fiercely. They hate that something can't be spit out in their mouths, and when they spit it out, they will pour all their previous resentment on the bullet, making them strong and strong. And they have to attack to vent all their anger on the object they have chosen to vent their frustration.

That object was the boy in front of him.

"Get ready to die!" Fu Qiong smiled slightly.