Heavenly Star

The face of the cold cliff remained flat, but his faint eyebrows underscored his caution. Faced with the imminent flame, he refused to let go, his right hand with a pitch-black knife lifted up like lightning, with the flame stabbed to his heart part, as if the man he met for the first time was an enemy he did not share heaven.

Nangong was horrified, hurriedly stopped, and stepped back, but the first chance was lost. The cold cliffs forced the knife together to defeat the festival.

“Little age, actually has the strength of the tenth grade, and the momentum is amazing, this person is...” Lin Yan whispered to himself, then pondered. In his mind, the victory and defeat of this match have been scored. Nangong is a magical genius. He has already gained the strength of the ninth grade, but the energy fluctuations exhibited by his opponents are those of the tenth grade, plus his momentum, his overall strength is comparable to that of the tenth grade middle class or even higher.

But in any case, Xiao 'er will not lose to him.

With the sound of a "chirp," the Nangong really showed a long wound of deep visible bone on its left arm. If he backs off a little later, his entire left arm has been cut off. He sucked in a breath of cold air and the flame of his right hand pushed the cold cliff away, then covered his left arm: “It turns out there are people outside who are admitting to losing. ”

He stepped down with his left arm covered, his tone and movements without dragging the water, and there was no obvious discomfort on his face. Ye Wuchen gave him the assessment that he would be a character in the future.

At this time, a loud and gentle whistle suddenly appeared in the corner of the square, while a white figure rose into the sky, drawing a gorgeous white shadow in the middle of the sky and making several elegant spins in the sky to borrow it, then landed on the stage like a light leaf, effortlessly writing and flowing out of the dust.

His presence brought the scene to a halt, filled with mixed screams, deafening ears and even the presence of the emperor. The emperor, who has always had a cheerful face, also shows a few favorite smiles at this time. As legendary as it is, he really adores the father and son of Lin.

Full of white clothes, seven feet tall, face like a crown jade, face warm, with a slight smile on the corner of the mouth, but without any arrogance and longitude, people can easily feel good at first glance.

“Finally, we can see Mr. Lin's performance again. ”

“Young Master Lin appeared, who competed with the fight. ”

“Hey! If my dog could have had one tenth of Master Lin, I would have died. ”

“Young Master Lin, come on, come on! ”

“The Lin family is really Jong-gae! ”

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With all the praise and exclamation in his ear, Ye Wuchen whispered: "A very destructive man. ”

“Lin Jia Lin Xiao is a recognized century-old genius, both literary and martial. His reputation in Tianlong is much stronger than that of my so-called prince.” Long Zhengyang said with emotion. His biological mother - the Queen of today is the sister of the Lin family owner, and this Lin Xiao is naturally his cousin, but has not been in contact for many years.

In the audience, Lin's old master, who was sitting with Ye Qi, smiled and enjoyed his full reputation. Then he said to Ye Qi, who was sitting beside him without a smile: “General Ye, I heard your grandson has found it back. Why didn't he come with you? ”

Ye Fu snorted furiously, silently. Look at his angry but incorrect deity, Lin fanatics are almost flying with comfort. Nobody in and around Tianlong City knew that his grandson was a genius named Tianlong, while Ye Fu's grandson was a known loser.

“Hahahahaha! Good girl, this is the husband I found for you. Nice, hahahahaha! ”

This loud to the extreme sound sounds like a thunderbolt, stifling down the noise of the whole field. Ye Wuchen's eyes were attracted to the past. At first glance, he saw the middle-aged man, full of dark beard, with a rough face and five fat bodies. Almost fifty years old, the crown of the body is untidy, there are several holes, big and small, revealing dark muscles. At this time, he was sitting there with Jiro's legs curled, laughing with a cheerful, full yellow teeth.

“Dad... don't be so loud.” Around him, a slim figure stroked him for a moment, making a soft, fine sound. Ye Wuchen's gaze diverged, and then suddenly his gaze burned.

This is an adorable young girl, only fifteen or six years old. She has only seen a beautiful pair of eyes that resemble a pool of crystalline spring water, clear and transparent, touching. Beautiful, with bright red and tender cherry red lips, it looks gentle and soft. The colourful fragrance of the country is crystal clear, the pink carved jade is like a shy flower closed moon fish falling geese, like a Yaochi fairy falling from the sky, accidentally falling into the world, not dyeing a leaf of dust.

And she was standing on her shoulder with a blue bird, average size, long mouth, not much different from an ordinary bird.

Ye Wuchen was a little stunned. And such a beautiful, soft, petite beauty and such a big, fat man sitting together makes her seem so delicate and weak that one cannot help but create a loving and caring * *.

“That person is the flower owner of the flower family, next to his only daughter, the flowers are soft, today should be over sixteen years old, I didn't expect that the little girl with the braids back then, now the heavenly immortality. Perhaps it won't be long before the wedding is over.” Long Zhengyang said.

“She was promised to Lin Jia Lin Xiao, right?” Ye Wuchen asked, his eyes still fell on the soft body of the flowers and watched closely her deity every second.

“Exactly. The women and children of Tianlong City are well known for their worldly companionship. So, countless people have admired the flower lady all these years, but no one has ever come to the flower family to talk about it. It was just that Hanamachi said she had to be 16 years old before she could marry her daughter, at the latest this year. ”

Ye Wuchen was silent and his mouth curled up a mysterious laugh.

“Okay, good girl, if you want to keep it down, keep it down. How's it going, sweetheart? Still satisfied? Seven days from now, on your 16th birthday, what will happen to you? ”

“Everything depends on Dad and Dad.” Flower water whispers softly, she is a weak and obedient girl, don't say that the other party is a dude, even a middle-aged uncle will only come one sentence “It's all up to Dad”.

“Ha ha! All right, anyway, I'm looking at this kid pretty well, and he suits my little girl. ”

Hana Zhengtian was 49 years old today, and only in her thirties did she have such a daughter. She could not help but take off all the stars and moons in the sky and eat them as sugar beans. However, the flowers that grow in this drowning environment are soft without the slightest sense of delicacy, but rather supple. Instead of cheering people up, they are extremely shy, rarely walk out of their homes, do not dare to make contact with others, and do not dare to reach more places. Truly soft as water, it can easily inspire deep care within a man * *.

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