Godly Empress Doctor

Wind: “That's about it! ”

Fenglu: “What if you don't get the purple sun sword recipe? ”

The wind glared: “How could I miss? Ziyang Sword Spectrum is mine. ”

Fenglu: “Oh, what if you don't get the purple sun sword recipe? ”

Wind: “If I can't... hum, I'll give you a hundred Pink Stones, gambling, no gambling, anyway, I'm not too rare in your head. ”

Feng Lu was almost stomped by Qi again.

“Well, then I will open my eyes and see how you took out this 100 Lower Spirit Stones! ”

The wind raffle has begun.

This time, the numbers are still very bad.

Forty-four.

Seeing the numbers coming out of the wind, everyone in the room couldn't help laughing.

Fenglu: "Hahaha, 44, die, wind, you're dead! ”

Lonely Amor: "What a bad number. That's probably the worst of all the numbers, right? ”

Princess Saphira: “I want to look good. In such a bad number, how do you open the Purple Sun Sword Spectrum? ”

The wind grabs the head.

Honestly, now he's got a bit of a chill in his heart.

Although he said that the pavilion was his little dancer, and all the prizes were given by his little dancer, he knew his own heart, and he was just bragging about it.

Forty-four... this unfortunate number... how can you open the Purple Yang Sword Spectrum?

But...

Wind: “You short-sighted humans, what about the numbers? I also touched the Purple Sun Sword on the 74th before. This 44th must be the Purple Sun Sword Spectrum. ”

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Everyone laughed all around.

But when the wind opened the door...

Everyone present, take a breath of cold air!

The smile on their faces was instantly stiff in the corner of their mouth!

The muscles in the corners of the mouth are shaking with tremors because their emotions are changing so fast.

From the open cabinet door, there is a brochure clearly lying there.

But...

The brochure... it's not necessarily Ziyang's sword book!

Everyone deludes themselves in their hearts.

But when the wind took the booklet out of the cupboard, raised its hands, and showed it to the crowd--

On that dark blue cover, the black ink traces four words of gold, sparkling:

Purple Sun Sword Spectrum!

“Hiss--”

All present, take a breath of cool air!

“Purple Yang Sword Spectrum! ”

“Ouch, I'll go. I'll go! It really is a purple sun sword recipe! ”

“How is that possible? How is that possible? How is that possible!!! ”

“Really going crazy! ”

“Why do you smoke what you want? ”

“How many pavilions can this really be? ”

……

Everyone here was shocked! I'm excited! Angry!

After smoking for so long, you can't smoke what you want. The wind is fine. First you draw the Ziyang sword, then follow the Ziyang sword spectrum!

“Isn't that outrageous?! ”

“How can this be?! ”

“It's so angry! ”

“It's so jealous! Damn!!! ”

……

Everyone expressed dissatisfaction.

And the wind at this moment, he finally returned from the shock!

“Is this... is this really Ziyang Sword Spectrum? My God!” The wind died in the purple sun sword spectrum, the whole person was in a state of trance. "Is it really because you asked for the blessing of Xiaofeng Dance, and then... got it? ”