Night Star rages!

The sharp sword pierced into the neck, the slightest chill, the sharp pain, the Night Star endured.

The sword does not stop, the sword is ruthless, the sword will pierce the trachea through the flesh and muscles, and the Night Star will die of suffocation.

What a precise sword, gentle and soothing, the Night Star still looked at him sideways.

He's still smiling, smiling.

It's just that one is dead, one is dead, that's it, the Night Star was raised by him, and he is the master of the Night Star.

There is no right or wrong, there is no good or evil, there is no black and white, he is the supreme being, he is what he says, and everything he does makes sense.

It's just that even if it is death, a happy death, the Night Star can't even be!

The sword is slowly piercing.

What you want is torture!

Yes, for Stacula, killing a tame horse is like killing a slave who has no ability to resist and has lost all sense of resistance, and there is no joy at all.

Stacula is waiting.

Waiting for the fun!

A horse, completely stationary.

Alone, completely still.

The sword pierced, and the blood flowed out, as if it were completely still.

Solidified horses, solidified people, solidified heartbeats and drops of blood.

Then the horse moved, and the neck turned, trying to get rid of the sword, to get rid of the man, to get rid of the pain.

Yes, the sword, stabbed at the side of the looking back.

The horse is turning his head.

The sword stabbed down with it.

"Lyric Lyric-" In the blink of an eye, the horse was furious, and raised its head and hoofed in the neighing. Caper. Caper. Jumping high, violent as madness: "Click, click!"

The black mane was dancing, the black flames were burning, and the Night Star was about to shake off the sword, to throw people off, like throwing off a heavy burden, like getting rid of a great nightmare.

Enough!

However, it is not possible to break free. Stacula, with a sword in his left hand and a reined in his right, and a skilled horseman, allowed the Dark Star to become an angry bull, and the man clung to the saddle like maggots with bones.

Suddenly, he got up, stood on the pedal, leaned over, stretched out his arms, and stabbed the sword down!

The fun is already there.

It is the will to fight, the desire to survive.

It will be stimulated. Destroy at the same time, seeking thrill satisfaction. Plant fear and despair in the depths of their souls-

Game over.

This is Stacula.

Today's Night Star is destined to die, but there is still a way to choose a death, which is a dignified, bloody, and worthy of the reputation of the Night Star.

Stacula was satisfied.

Daoist Fang was also very satisfied.

That's right, this is a bit of Qingyun's backbone, or style, arrogant.

Ishide -

With a flick of his fingers, he broke through the air, and in an instant, he struck on the stabbing sword cage hand: "Take!"

What a precise stone!

How ingenious, how sharp, immediately stabbed the sword out of the body and out of the body: "Wow-"

The sword was upside down, and it shot out, flying out with Stacula: "Click-click-"

The man is out of the saddle, the boot is out of the stirrup, and with only one hand, he is still wrapped around the reins and still can't get out: "Fly and fly, fly and fly—"

Night Star, flying a kite.

The sword came out, the blood shot out, no hindrance, the night star only felt free, only happy!

This is Stacula.

Stacula was small and thin, so he was extremely agile, and he only flew for a moment, and returned his sword with a sword.

Break the reins, get out.

And steadily, like a dark cloud, fluttering to the ground, with a beautiful posture, keep smiling~~

Why?

Stacula looked at Fang Yin and said with a smile, why?

Yes, the Night Star is Stacula's horse, and Stacula has the right to dispose of it, and no one has the right to interfere.

Dracula needs an explanation.

The explanation is yes, that is, I am willing, Fang Yin also smiled to himself and said, Stacula, go eat!

Of course, Stacula didn't understand.

But Stacula has a translator.

The translator was an old wizard, dressed in a black robe, with white hair, deep wrinkles, and a long beard.

With a cane, he came out.

The old wizard, whose name was Maradocia, was Stadra's most effective assistant, and he was one hundred and two years old.

Because so-and-so, acting recklessly, rudely, and rudely, insulted Duke Stacula, Maradocchi lodged a serious protest!

Say, please take back what you have said.

Then apologize.

And give a reasonable explanation for the bad act of littering the stones just now.

So-and-so left.

That's turning around and leaving, not saying a word, and scoffing.

Yes, the realm, status, and identity of so-and-so are all very high, and Maradocchi has no right to communicate with him on an equal footing.

The bell maiden makes an appearance.

The envoy Zhong said, saying that this matter was originally your fault first.

Saying that today is a day for the whole country to celebrate and celebrate with the whole world, and there is no blood, this is the rule, our rule.

Say you, you have broken our rules.

Therefore, it is you who should apologize.

That's right, too.

So Maradocchi apologized, and on behalf of Stacula, said that Dwarf Wood was really sorry.

That's it, that's it, those who don't know are not guilty, and now Lao Yuanji is happy again, so he waved his hand, and the matter is over.

The horses were confiscated.

Five minutes later.

When the Night Star walked side by side with Rouge with a bandage around his neck, his heart blossomed.

This is called the great calamity and immortality, there will be a blessing in the future, get rid of the unscrupulous master, get the favor of the beautiful woman, the future is bright, life is beautiful, and the trip of the night star is really not in vain-

Of course, Rouge doesn't care.

Speaking of the stallions that have pursued rouge over the years, all kinds of excellent stallions, that's really too many.

There is no doubt that this big dark horse is extremely good, but Rouge has only one horse in his heart. That's Qingyun.

Constancy. For a horse. That's especially valuable.

Of course, whether it is a person or a horse, as long as he is good enough, or the conditions are good enough, there will never be a shortage of suitors around him. Rouge is like this, and the Night Star is also average, but the Rouge looks like a water-based poplar but is actually like jade, and the Night Star is different. Night Star. is a master of pickling girls, just like Murong Gongzi, a real big stallion, this opportunity, it is inevitable to be attentive, use all kinds of solutions, and take advantage of the void -

The grass in front is green.

There are a few small yellow flowers blooming.

The Night Star picked one up and gave it to Rouge, saying. My dear~~

Rouge was unmoved.

Accepting this little yellow flower is equivalent to putting on a green hat for Qingyun. This rouge understands.

The Night Star leaned forward with a wild flower and a salivating face, saying, Love tiger oil?

You see, the horses in the West are always so direct, they don't understand any taste, and Rouge was ashamed and angry at the time, and his heart was in a big mess, so he shook his mane and ran away.

To put it bluntly, hate!

The Night Star chased after him, the sound of hooves crisp and the rhythm was beautiful, click, click, click, click-

Ma Wang Ye walked behind.

I'm laughing.

The one who really reads the horse is the prince of Ma, and the night star is in estrus.

Rouge is also in heat.

It doesn't take long, it's done quickly, feelings can be there, but they can't compete with nature, or instinct.

Later, in the depths of the Hundred Flowers Forest, a play of overlord was staged.

The forest is green.

Fortunately, there is a Fang Taoist.

At that time, Daoist Fang was archery, holding a Jiuyao bow and shooting a sun arrow.

and Hou Yi.

and more than a million people, as well as Bindu Spencer.

In other words, at this time, the archery competition has also come to an end, as the archer in the army of the Longjing Dynasty, Hou Yi, who has an unremarkable appearance, has completely defeated all the masters.

Only Penduspencer is on a par with him, and there is no distinction between them.

Bindu Spencer, also a sharpshooter, hails from the distant European Empire, one of Princess Nore's retinue.

He had silver hair and a shawl, was tall, handsome, and his eyes were like pale blue eyes.

Fifty steps, one hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, and three hundred and fifty steps, the two of them hit the bull's-eye, which can be said to be miraculous and breathtaking.

However, both of them, the skills stop here.

The bow used by Penduspencer was an iron cross, teak arrows, and a golden arrowhead.

At a distance of 400 steps, the two of them were in general, and both arrows hit the bull's-eye, but their strength was exhausted, and they had no choice but to fall in front of the target.

It is the end of the strong crossbow, the potential cannot penetrate the reckless, the accuracy is more than enough, and the strength is insufficient, so it is off the target.

Try again, generally.

It's too far away for anyone to hit.

It's a pity that Hou Yi's master, that is, the Divine Arrow Arhat, is not there, so the result is that the two are tied for the first place.

If there is no Fang Daoist.

It is one law, ten thousand laws, Fang Yin took the Jiuyao bow from Hou Yi's hand, and said, rest assured, look at you!

The black is red, as long as five feet, a hard bow of nine stones, and a long-lost bow of nine yao.

There is a saying in the bow and arrow world, it is difficult to open a nine-stone bow if you lift ten thousand catties, this bow, now it is Fang Yin's turn to open -

There is no suspense, open in one fell swoop.

The strings are like a full moon.

Don't say cheers and applause, no one is surprised, the current Fang Xiaohou Ye is omnipotent, a god-level figure-

Hou Yi's grandfather's grandfather said that the bow was not used by humans at all.

It's the dragon brother and the tiger brother, this one is not convinced, so there is no tie for first place at all: "Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

Five minutes later.

Daoist Fang, still not shooting, always maintained the posture of opening the bow and shooting arrows, not moving at all, extremely strong-

Fang Xiaohou Ye is just fond of showing off, everyone is shouting and cheering for him, urging and coaxing, and they are all laughing: "Shoot! Shoot!"

There is only one reason, and that is that Bindu Spencer is not convinced.

So Fang Yin didn't shoot.

This matter has to start with Yago.

Yago said that Bindu was also pursuing Mommy and wanted to be me, but I didn't like him.

So, it's a rival in love.

is a rival in love, you must let him die, overcome his pride, destroy all his self-confidence, and fight and suppress it in all directions, so that he will never be able to turn over!

That can't be helped, people who have said that offending Daoist Fang will not end well, especially, dare to rob a woman with honey death, Bindu Spencer This is really a bear heart leopard gall -

But there's a catch.

The bow can be pulled apart, but the arrow may not be able to hit, after all, this is a profound skill.

Fang Yin was not sure, so he didn't shoot for a long time~

Moreover, withered.

This is Fang Xiaohou Ye, every time he acts unexpectedly, just when everyone thought that the arrow was about to come out of the string, Fang Yin let go of the bowstring and closed his eyes: "Whew-"

He let out a long sigh of relief.

There was a moment of silence.

Don't get me wrong, just relax, you must know that this arrow, and that arrow, are separated by a few degrees of wind, frost, rain and snow-

Wooden birds, wooden birds fly in the sky, Trojan horses run on the ground, wooden people, sit down, fall carelessly!

The breeze is gentle, and the spring flowers are blooming.

The boy bent his bow and arrows, shooting up at the sky, down at the ground, and in the middle of shooting people and horses, and shooting birds. Running around and busy, forgetting worries and sorrows, laughter and laughter are like flowing water, intermittent and endless. Joy, incomparable joy, forgetting everything, laughter, laughing out loud, for this incomparable happiness will eventually pass away with the bird, the horse, the man, with the rush of time. Only the little robe that hunted in the wind, like a bright red flag, locked the joy of the moment, and remained in the depths of my mind.

Suddenly the day moved with the wind, still as bright as new!

Arrows are fired.

Eyes open.

Dreams shattered.

Just an arrow, raise your hand and shoot: "Woo ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

That's almost, a straight line!

The arrow passed through time, and the flying feather pierced the air, emitting a piercing and frightening shrill whine: "Click!"

Right in the middle of the grass target, through the heart!

The target is made of fine thatch, compacted, and woven with felt cloth, which is extremely fine and compact.

The bowstring hums~~

The arrows are not stopping.

Throw yourself into the forest of flowers and disappear.

"Boom! Boom-" There was no accident, and one arrow was the winner: "Fang Yin Fang Yin! The divine arrow is invincible! Fang Xiaohou Ye! The first in the world!"

"Boom, boom

No Zen can do it, so can Fang Yin, at that moment Fang Yin remembered many people: "Take!"

Only one heard: "Take!"

Arrows into the wood.

The horse was startled: "Sigh the law and the law ~~~~~~~~"

It was the Night Star.

Don't talk about people, just horses, at that time, the dry wood was blazing, the night star was on the string, and the rouge was also half-pushed and half-pushed, who would have thought that the arrow was born out of thin air: "Take!"

Eight points into the wood, nailed into the trunk, the arrow shaft across the tail feathers shock~~

The Night Star is instant~

And he was severely frightened, and since then he has fallen into some kind of disease.

The Tao is an unintentional move, but in fact, he has already seen it, he has just picked up his life, and he actually has a lustful heart again, and the end of Fang Xiaohou Ye robbing a woman, and the end of Fang Xiaohou Ye robbing a horse is the same-

Qingyun is Fang Yin's friend.

This is called, the wife of a friend cannot be deceived, and the night star deserves to be unlucky: "Click-and-click-"

Rouge was ashamed and annoyed at the time, and her heart was in turmoil, so she flicked her mane and ran away: "Puff!"

To put it bluntly, it's useless!

You only get one chance. (To be continued......)