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Xiao Yi sighed, opened her mouth slightly, her star pupils were colorful, and she locked on Wang Huo's angry face, scrutinizing, puzzled, and surprised.

Perseverance has become resolute, toughness has turned to tenacity, forbearance has turned into edge, indifference and wisdom, soft mud has taken off arrogance, and loach has become a dragon?

The morning sun is warm, the goose feathers are flying, the colorful snow is fluttering, and it is quiet.

On the side of the Golden Axe Workshop, men and women trembled, judging each other, and the divine fellowship was pervasive.

The golden butterfly clothes are floating in the snow, the graceful posture is lined with the brute waist, the cold-faced star pupils are coquettish, and the Rakshasa barbarian girl is anxious in her heart.

The blue and black military costumes dance without wind, the slender dragon is proud and proud, the majestic face is bright and the dragon and tiger are devoured, and the sharp iron man's heart is beating.

The two of them were in a dilemma, and their eyes were at each other, which provoked the two girls next to them to be in a dilemma.

Persuade, no play, a woman is a young lady, say one or the other, a man rises strongly, I do my own thing, a pair of strange things the more persuasive, the more chaotic.

Anxious, don't fight, Miss is decisive, she doesn't rub sand in her eyes, Xiaobao is witty and ruthless, and she has no distractions, who should she help once she fights?

Look, my heart is in turmoil, my mind trembles with anxiety, what should I do now?

Xiao Yi's heart is strange, what is the future of the dragon's heirs? Will this little enemy be able to survive the difficulties in half a year? How can he turn things around if he is so flamboyant?

It is rumored that the descendants of the dragon coincided with the crown dragon star, and the vitality of heaven and earth at that time was thick and thick, and the cultivation of internal strength was twice the result with half the effort, and the transit station became a retreat.

With the passage of time, the vitality of heaven and earth is becoming thinner, which prompts the qualifications of future generations to gradually decline, and there are fewer and fewer people who can practice martial arts.

Family affection is heartstrings, and in order to prevent the descendants who cannot practice martial arts from being killed by the natives, the descendants of the dragon have established an empire.

However, those who practice martial arts go against the sky, and if they don't advance, they retreat, and the masters have left the crown dragon star one after another, and the empire without the protection of the masters is in dire straits.

The aborigines studied culture and martial arts, and became stronger and stronger, and once it broke out, it almost wiped out the descendants of the dragon.

The tribesmen retreated to the wilderness, relying on natural dangers to avoid the danger of extinction, but they still encountered the siege and hatred of the natives, and the crisis always existed.

This is a feud, the foundation of national prosperity and reproduction, irreconcilable, only by reversing the pattern and subverting the universe can we comfort the ancestors and prosper the descendants.

Our ancestors civilized the indigenous people, gave everything, and worked hard to create a perfect world.

It's a pity that the tiger is a problem, the aborigines are arrogant, and they don't think about favor and rebel against everything, they all deserve to die!

The arrival of this little enemy is a hope, but he rejects the world from his bones, resists himself, and does not believe in the information revealed.

The stubborn stone, the cold ice that has not been hot for ten years, not a drop of water has not seeped out, is his heart really a stone?

Beat him, he has the right to refine his body, no matter how seriously he is injured, he is still alive and well the next day, just like no one, with a strange physique.

Spur, no internal strength, no practice, no understanding of the world, no question of right and wrong, only indulged in that trick of peeling skills.

Text, one point is clear, draw inferences from one example.

Wu, I don't know anything, I turn a blind eye.

You're such a bastard, you can just cultivate your internal strength and then get into trouble, has your toughness been eaten by dogs?

You dare to provoke the Liao clan, or plunder ruthlessly, aren't you killing yourself?

If it weren't for the fact that you only had half a year left, life and death would be unpredictable, and I would definitely beat you until you gave in.

Forget it, you only have half a year left, and what should you do if you have three longs and two shorts at that time? Let you be willful for half a year!

Colorful snow flies, chaotic, as if the mind is messy, disturbed.

I don't know when, Xiao Yi quietly walked out of the Golden Axe Workshop and stood in the snow, like a statue without emotion.

Half a year, he only has half a year, what kind of anger do you vomit with him?

That's not right, how can Panlong Root and Qi Fengmu be divine trees that Yuan Jing can buy?

These two kinds of sacred wood are the foundation of the Divine Axe Mountain, the root of the coiled dragon is born at the bottom of the Divine Axe Pond, and the perched phoenix tree grows on the top of the Divine Axe Mountain.

One south and one north, one yin and one yang, suppressing anger.

Shenmu suppresses evil, and the surrounding area of Shenaxe Mountain is formed as a place of immortal mansion, with strong vitality, birds and flowers, and a piece of tranquility.

It's a pity that the barbarians rebelled and made trouble, provoked a war, chased and killed the descendants of the dragon, and ruined everything beautiful.

Originally, the Divine Axe Mountain was where the imperial capital was located, but the barbarians were not in harmony internally, and they fought for many years with the Divine Axe Mountain as the center.

In order to avoid defeat, the current royal family has moved flowers and trees, and directly transplanted the Panlong root and Qi Fengmu to build the capital thousands of miles away, and the Divine Axe Mountain has begun to decline since then.

The dragon came out, the anger was born, and the land of the immortal mansion gradually became a dead place.

Hateful, hateful, annoying, and helpless?

The god axe chooses people, but the anger is too heavy, and it is reasonable to need to suppress the dragon root and the phoenix wood.

But now Shenmu has become a holy relic for the royal family to suppress luck, and there are masters all year round to protect each other, and they never leave, but what?

Could it be that the heavens are going to destroy the descendants of the dragon?

The colorful snow is flying, cool as a knife, reflecting the heart, and it is difficult to be in the present day.

Wang Huo was jealous of the painted skin man in front of him, beautiful and beautiful, too tall, domineering, and he had suffered from her ten years of violent beatings, which was a great shame.

said that she was brutal, she was measured, and she would not let her body be disabled and hurt her life.

But Lao Tzu is a man, dignified, and backbone, how can he allow a woman to be ravaged wantonly?

said that she was ruthless, she defended herself for ten years, had no regrets, and took it on with all her might, which was much stronger than that Xiao head.

However, he saved her life, tried his best to maintain the Divine Axe Pond for ten years, never slacked off, did not owe favors, and did not need a woman to shelter from the wind and rain.

People are inherently dead, Mount Tai and Hongmao don't care for the time being, I feel that dignity and backbone are everything, only to protect the backbone and dignity, death is also worth it!

Dignity is the value of life, backbone is the ideal vision, these two things should not be immersed, otherwise it will deviate the trajectory of self-concept and dream.

Like a fruit grafted onto a tree, it has changed its form and lost its original sweetness.

The shadow of death for ten years has not overwhelmed him, and Lao Tzu is not afraid of the half-year time limit, but he can't bear the punishment of grafting.

It's a big joke in the world, wanting to change Lao Tzu's life trajectory, concept and dream, that's daydreaming, wishful thinking!

The people in the field have different thoughts, selfish speculation, and stick to their own piece of the world, a feeling, and a trace of inseparable feelings.

Xiao Yi has made up his mind and decided to indulge the little enemy once, let him be willful for half a year, only half a year, and only half a year left.

She should let him enjoy this time and leave a good memory of herself, she reached out and stroked it with emotion......

Wang Huo sensed that the painted skin man was coming, and instinctively displayed his carving skills, and the rhyme and brilliance were all in one go, like a flash in the pan.

Xiao Yi's palm hurt, she withdrew her hand with an exclamation of "ah", raised her hand and lowered her head, her starry eyes were shining, and the cold sweat on her forehead slid down like dew, and she didn't realize it.

A rose, bright red and dazzling, the stamens are red, the buds are ready to be released, the petals are wrapped, the sepals are two, the receptacle is round, the peduncle is thorny, and eight barbs!

Surprised, this flower is carved vividly, fresh and rhythmic, budding to be released, full of charm, only carved with eight barbs by the little enemy, is this the thorn of his resentment?

"Ah, Miss......"

"Cruel!"

"Bastard, you kid owe a beating?"