Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

And when this name rises through the mind at an incredible speed, it actually sounds a bell.

I saw that the eyes of Su 1 were blunt, and I was in the general of Jiang Guo. They were still a quiet. I have to ask if I am so messy, I don't want to go straight to the direction of the bell. Leave the horse.

The other party also seems to have finally understood what happened, and the deputy will order the hierarchy. When the soldiers held a long spear, the loose fire reflected the red light, but I did not know where to fly a big piece of bigger.

That moment, the surrounding vibrant ginseng suddenly started inch from the tip of the leaf, turned into a cluster of dead, and the wind slammed up, the half-mountain fire was extinguished, and the wind was cut into countless fragments. Heaven but quietly showed a round of full arc.

The red butterfly is not affected by the wind, flying in the half-air, whispered in the sky, and the bell gradually clear, the night finally showed the posture of the red woman, the blue silk, the ankle, The red butterflies in the amount are browing the wings, beautiful ice-cold appearance, but the lips have picked up an arc to bend.

I didn't expect Su Huda to move in the past, and you want this scene, take the way, and a miniature action indicates the beginning of the next killing, but also so much movement, Ming put it is to ask each other The arrow greets yourself. But I know, he just wants to grab her, he thought she had died, but she appeared in front of him.

He seems to have resumed calm, and the quiet eyes are not willing to miss it from her. The arrow is always flustered to him. He is not afraid, just greeted the sword. Shallow ... She lowered his low, so that he looked at him, double-sleeved, whistling the wind, all everything suddenly, including the turmoil of the ginger array, including the flying arrow cluster, including the horses Soviet and his horses and even the horses, even those pine fats who took smoke.

The bell sounded softly, she was standing on the horsie of the high tall, looking at him unable to hide the desire, low and low smile: "If you are love me, I have not lost to others, just Live it to your throne. "The cold voice rang in this completely stationary space, just like a small stone in the calm lake, the aroused ripples can't hold a moment, quietly hidden.

The silver bell in the foot rested again, she had returned to the night, and she screamed at the battlefield of the feet and slowly lifted his right hand. The wind raises her black long hair, and the slim fifth refers to the shape of a half red lotus.

A drop of blood falls from the lotus, and the red butterfly in the night is a long gold needle. At all, I can't see how the golden needles flew out. I only felt that I suddenly broke a huge fireworks in the night sky. In the secluded red light, the soldiers of Jiang Guo were empty wood piles, and instantly chemically accumulated white bones.

Above the bones, many red butterflies are new. I think of the records on the ancient books, I have been in the past, and Murongan is this ancient secrets in large-scale.

This legend is a brutal secret, with the geographical boundary, and the time and space overlap the time and space, parasitic red butterfly in the secret surgery, the golden butterfly, which is bloody, the butterfly wings of the Zhu are blood Dye red. Under the soul, the more the red butterflies fly, the more white bones are tired.

Many metamorphors have thought that this reflects an ultimate killing aesthetics after fortunate, but what I think is that Murong An, which is great for her own spiritual power, so that the soul of the soul of this big scene Can she support it?

It turns out that my worry is indeed unnecessary.

The moon of full is gradually showing the monster red, the wind drums, and the eyes of the eyes of the eyes are constantly overflowing blood marks, embarrassing the eyebrows; the beautiful red butterfly suddenly fits, she The mouth is heavy, and the spatial moment of the seal is opened. The red figure is behind, and it is necessary to fall in the battlefield on the battlefield. Not far from the static war horse suddenly traveled longitudinally, the Supreme Black figure left the horse back status sword.

She fell into his chest, he smoldered and hugged her in the bones. The dead butterfly is wrapped around her weeks, her face is pale, her lips are blush. His finger trembled her bloody lips: "Why do you want to save me, you should hit me, peacefully live in the place I don't know."

She screamed: "You are my apprentice, the apprentice teach you, although you are doing wrong, let me be very angry, I can annoy you, teach you, give you a bitter, but these people, what are they do something , I will teach the disciples who have been specially sent to the battlefield to bullment? "

He hugged her hand. Press her waist, one inch, let her close him closely, have a lot of emotions that can't be distinguished, the sound of the sound, the sound of the voice: "Master, return to me."

She looked up, there is still blood, a butterfly comes from blood, staying at the finger, she looked at the red disks, the lips, a curved arc: "Go back?" I accidentally shake my head: "I can't go, I am dead."

His wide shoulder slender, looking at her, the language is very awkward: "How can I do something wrong, you have to come back to teach me, give me a bitter."

She picked up him for a while, suddenly laughed: "How do you say that you said, I don't care, how do you think of me, I don't care, I am living too long in this world, I have a long time I feel It's a bit boring. You let me know what happens, taste it, and taste it, so a full experience, for a charm, isn't it a very rare thing? Just like A table feast, the dishes in the north of the north of the north are all, after eating this table, life will be a lot. "She said that it is not good, a spirit is still good, the face is gradually transparent, More and more red butterfly in her weeks, like waiting for the last moment.

He hit her sleeves, and the voice of the voice was low, like the injured sleepy beast: "Even if you don't want me again, there is our child, So Zha is very smart, you still have to look at him, look He inherited the country of Da Chen. "

In the impression, he has never been very much. At this time, I can not stop because I can't stop, as if she doesn't give her a meeting, she can't refuse, as long as she does not refuse, she will stay.

She just laughed and saw him. What kind of means in laughing, no one knows.

A shower, he stared at her figure, staying for a long time, fell, and left a red Chinese service in his hand.

Hua Yu is in a long time, but I can't go back for a long time. Murong An is really died in the battle of Diqi, and his history book is detailed. She is like this.

This person, he has a beautiful and unparalleled, and it is the most powerful secretary of Murongan. This is ... the mother of Su Zhi. It turns out that his mother is not Mu.

After the story is finished, the monarch is frowning into silence. If you want to come to him, I am not a good return. I am looking at the light flower. I don't know what to say.

After the whole, I saw this passage, telling the truth, I think this is not half a cow with the monarch, I don't understand why he hate Chen Hou, I can't kill him. But in the end of the Master's father's eyes, it is not too harmonious to exchange opinions. Only by the communication of the gods, there is no thinking spark, and I think that I think the most reasonable explanation that I think is that Master is intentionally. I will have such a big hostility for the Suzu who is not careful. But I will feel that Murongan can't be unlucky to this point. I will receive two disciples in my life. How can two disciples can have it? The people who died.

I haven't waited for me, I'm going to come, Jun Master has already opened: "After reading this Huayu, you should know how to do it?"

I caught the head, and I blessed the soul.

Jun Master smiled, but smiled but did not reach the bottom: "Yes, the Su Jun gave up Master's choice of the throne, although Master didn't say, but her pain is in the eyes. She can stand more. High, but Sozu blocked her way. I hate that she gave up everything for him. He didn't know how to cherish it. If you have changed it once, I have to see how the Su Yu will choose. If he is the feelings of Master After the year, I willing to stay with her in Hua Wei, I have already put him, and I have been a final regret of Master in the world; if he still stays on the throne, it is still going to live up today. She, then, I have to let him die without burial. "

I am complicated to look at the Master of Master, I feel that the pressure is very stressed. Listening to him, he is to let me show the Huayi illusion of the past, let him choose to stay in the dream.

But this is very different from Song Ding's situation. No matter how he chooses he chooses, it is only a death and passive death. I bite my lips, thinking soft: "It can have more revenge means, but you will choose to use Hua Yu for Su Pei, you actually want to know, I mur, Murong, to save him. Isn't worth, right? "

He didn't answer my words, and the heavy things in the eyes were not what I could know.

I think this is the taboo of history books. It is destroyed by the time in twenty-five years. If you don't have any people who are still alive, you can struggle to ask for a result before forgetting, how many years Personnel Chengsha, the so-called value is not worth it, even if there is a answer to anything else. I don't know what the monarch is so persistent to Chen Wang, but I don't belong to the enemy, but I see his eyes, but suddenly think, about him just wants me to use Hua Tuo to tell a heart.