Lose My Heart to the Lovely Kitten Princess

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Cheng Yin's heart has an expression "Hero Save"?

No, Cheng Yumi flew away this word: reverse, it should be "beautiful hero". Just when she was in a mess, Han Dong had already joined the assassin into the empty room, and Han Dong smiled and said:

"Please come."

Cheng Yu heard the voice of Han Dong and got a chicken skin.

"You, what about you? Talk." Cheng Yumi turned over the eyes.

Han Dong scatched his head, said: "Is there any problem?"

"The problem is big." Cheng Yu's mouth, unbelievably got up and down Han Dong, showing an old man's subway expression package: "Do you eat miscarrons, Han Dong, what?"

"What happened?" Han Dong realized that Cheng Yumi had a problem with himself, even more surprised: "What do you have not satisfied, the girl, can meet you, I will definitely think."

"To be right!" Cheng Yutao called: "It's here! You really want a hot pot restaurant at the service!"

"What kind of shop?" Han Dong is a thorough man who can't touch your mind.

"You don't worry about what I am talking about, collect your complimentary expression like you, disgusting!" Cheng Yushen.

Han Dongyi, this only understands Cheng Yan's tone.

He clearly clears: "Can this?"

"Not your voice ..." Cheng Yumi helpless. "Forget it, how do you love? But I can warn you, I can't tell my things."

Han Dong immediately nodded.

"What should he do?" Han Dong got the Assassin.

"Do you ask me?" Cheng Yumi smashed the head: "Han Dong, are you not a very champion? This assassin is related to me, do you ask me?"

Han Dong scatched his head.

"Well, the girl will open some." Han Dong pushed Cheng Xi.

Then I squatted down, slam a dart from the ground, grabbed this assassin's shoulder asked: "Is this thing you are familiar?"

The assassin smiled and said: "Hey!"

Han Dong didn't make so easy to succumb to this guy, and twisted his shoulders, and his hand was in the hands, and the bones were buzzing.

Cheng Yizhen heard a chicken skin, and the Assassin just thought that the sore throat was held by Han Dong cold hands, and after a while, the throat started to seep the purple spot.

The assassin was asking for money, and Han Dong released.

Cheng Yao has not seen it, Han Dong is indifferent to the assassin, said: "Little brother, I am a few people who have died on the battlefield, what kind of scene has not seen? Are you born with me? That is not what it means, if you want to experience it, I can let you play with the trick. "

"Forgive ... Forgive ...!" The assassin called crying and the voice went down.

Han Dong bruises, holding the person's shoulders: "You ask for money now, I can listen to you, but if you are not willing to say, I will be a big arrival, I am not a word."

"What is That?" Cheng Yu asked curiously.

Han Dong fingers finger bones sound: "Square to die."

This assassin listened, he was brought, cold sweat.

"Uncle, you, what do you want to know?"

"This thing is you not?" Han Dong took off the dart and put it in front of the assassin.

"Yes ... is ..." He breathed a breather.

Han Dong smiled and asked: "Is it not poison on your head?"

"No." This person decisively.

Han Dong grabbed the darts, smashed, pierced into this assassin's thigh root, black red blood beads rolled out.

The thorns changed its face.

"You, you harm me ?!"

"Isn't it not to feed?" Han Dong cold channel.

That man, crying.

Han Dong is not anxious, let him go, go back to Cheng Xiyu, said: "Do you know how much you just adventure? In case hurt you, what can I do?"

Cheng Yu's spitting tongue.

"Don't act rashly, know?" Han East Road.

Cheng Yizhen shrugged: "What is the bad thinking? Do you say that?"

"I can't take you!" Han Dong is very helpless.

At this time, the assassin rolled over the ground and screams: "Uncle, forgive!"

"When will I miss you?" Han Dong bruises.

"This, the poison on this dart is refining, see the blood sealing throat, not to give medicine." The assassin smashed, his face has changed.

"Explosion?" Han Dong deliberately stupid: "Where can I find it to you? I am really embarrassing friend, no."

"In my side bag." The assassin smashed.

Han Dong explored from that person, and found a pack of potions.

"Is this an antidote?"

"Outside, external application - labor, driving you!" The assassin shouted.

Han Dong did not slowly, leisurely came to this assassin, kneeling down, holding a bag of medicine powder in his hand, staring at the guest: "I still have a few questions -"

"You, you give me an medicine, I naturally tell you!" The thorns gave a lot of money.

Han Dong shrugged, reached out of the medicine powder, suddenly stopped half: "Do you want you to say two, I don't like to pre-."

The thorn passenger is anxious, and the eyes of the two sides are filled with a spider web, and the road: "You, you ask."

The throat is a volt, and the desire to survive is really strong.

"Where are you?" Han Dong asked.

"... Dingnan Guong." The man is silent for a moment.

"Dingnan Guong?" Han Dong asked again.

The man nodded, bite his teeth: "Yes."

Shu, I saw Han Dong's foot, on this assassin, the latter flew out a few steps away. Han Dong took step forward and stepped on the chest of the Assassin.

"I asked again, what is the person fingers to make your palace?"

The assassin coughs, the turbid pair of pupils reveals the frightened look, the lips are dry, and they want to grasp the anticipants from Han Dong, but the toxins have obviously drilled into the lungs. He played a cough, hands on the chest, air Grab.

Han Dong stepped more dead, hard to say that the people behind him came.

"Yes ..." He joined the ear, this man was stained with blood bubbles, his face was blocked, his hands scratched, his face was like a 10,000 snake insects, the heart was climbed, and his heart has collapsed. .

Seeing that he will take the whole discharge. At this moment, Han Dong's ear moved, and pushed this assassin. He passed from him, and a silver iron line extends from the dark. , Straight into the assassin.

This assassin was stuck in the face, and the eyes were turned over, and it took a sound on the ground.

Cheng Yizhen is standing, Han Dong is changing the breath, reaching out to stop the Cheng Wei who wants to come:

"You don't close me."

"What happened?" Cheng Yam hit his hand.

"I haven't been far away ..." Han Dong bite his teeth, although it is not moving, but it is full of sweating, the big mouth gasped, quietly staring at the assassin in front of the ground, see him a mouth, teeth The blood of the dental seam begins to seep.

"He, what is this?" Cheng Yizhen also saw the acantvalee.

However, even more wonderful things appear, the stabbity of the stabbers started to make a black, and the beginning of the trick is just an illusion, but with time, it is more likely that the darkness is shunning on the face, not as false.

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A.

Two sounds.

The bubble punctured the general sound, rang in the four sides, the nerves of Cheng Yumei also rumored the rhythm, and a little penetrated into the bottom of the heart, and then heard a gently moved, this face fierce assassin's mouth .

"He, he is not dead?" Cheng Yizhen stunned.

"Hey." Han Dong's footsteps, in the eyes of Cheng Wei, no clear, there are two or three steps to her face, swaying, like a tale, She covered the past from her behind her.

Only heard the "", Cheng Yumi's attention was attracted by the sound of the golden iron behind him, she was scared.

Han Dong stopped her body, the hand is like a knife, the knife does not leave sheath, the movement is old and honest, Cheng Yumi's ear continues to pass the moving stains of ping pong.

"Backward." Han Dong put away the appearance of a hippie smile, whispered.

This sound is unable to resist, her monkey has stepped on a step, and Han Dong's eyes have skyrocketed, and from her eyes, the hand is smashed, and the arm is swaying out of the sky.

Cheng Yizhen felt that the face was blown as a sandstorm, and the wind of the life was hurt on his face. He didn't know that Han Dong took this powerful wind pressure with a knife.

The sound of "bubble" is coming away, but this time, with the breath of pouring, I heard a strange voice, with the wind, floating in the end of Cheng Yumi.

"Lying in the trough - you are Han -"

The Korean word is not exported, and Han Dong counter-handed, it is already open, this pressure is invisible, Han Dong one hand presses the knife, the knife sheath begins to tremble, but in the image is pressure I can't stand like a knife, and the other hand of Han Dong pulled his wrist.

Seeing the Han Dong's back ridge and the sweat waterfall on the neck, the Cheng Yizhen, the distance is scared, and I heard the "", the white-discipline of the giant man flashed and shrouded the whole. The house, then Mang, Han Dong's body is like this knife, twisted, a Buddha on the house.

And his figure is also in this moment, as if to tear the space, a few flashes have disappeared in Cheng Yizhen's sight. When he saw Han Dong, he had a thick blood, and the knife was still white. .

At this time, I found out that this air house is actually a sacrificial Buddha, which is a Buddha statue and a Buddha.

This, the cold white light flashes, Han Dong has received a knife, as if the light of the convincing, is not in the scabbard, Cheng Yumi's disciple, I don't know when Han Dong is already there. More than a dozen steps.

I only heard the "Ge", the long knife retreats into the seal, and the ten-footed Buddha in Handong should split. From the bloodstream built from the blood, there are half people to come high, from the head to the end, but I can't hear some points. Crying the sound.

Han Dong, "", picking the eyebrows.

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