Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

The figure coming to the sea Lingbo.

Still a big red phoenix, tall and beautiful, smog cloud, skin.

It's like a fairy that falls from the sky, the national colors.

Not the daughter King Zhuang Xiaofen, or who is it?

If it is another person, such as Lu Fu, others are here, will definitely foggy, can't find north.

I don't know what is going on here.

But Jun Xiaoyao, the lip is a touch of smile, as if everything knows.

"Mr., we met again."

Zhuang Xiaoma smiled and smiled in the city.

Jun Xiaoyao is also a smirk: "I should call you the daughter, or the will of the country being forgotten?"

Jun Xiaoyao said, he broke the window paper.

Zhuang Xiaomin's face has not changed.

"I still prefer a gentleman, call me is a dream, because this is the name of me."

Zhuang Xiao Meng Yan laughed, style.

Jun Xiaoyao knows that this is actually a confirmation.

When he started from entering the forgotten country, he had a desperate speculation.

The forgetting country is actually living.

Or in other words, it is forgotten the country, there is a will of yourself.

It may not be a living person, but it is definitely an idea, knowing how to think.

And it is extremely horrible in terms of the soul of the soul, and the minimum is also empty.

Otherwise, it is impossible to blind the Hengsha level of Jun.

And the power of this, many are confused.

It is impossible to put down the illusion, confuse everyone.

Strictly speaking, Zhuang Xiaomei in front of him is actually not a lost daughter.

After all, the daughter king is also the will of the will of the country, the illusion of birth.

Now, this will, illusion is Zhuang Xiaomei.

It is the so-called Zhuang Zhou Mengde, butterfly dream area, it's true and false, fake fake true.

"I can like my name, it is my pleasure." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

"I always feel that this name is very suitable for me."

"After all, who can conclude that this world is true, what is fake."

"A person, if it is always in the dream, the dream is true." Zhuang Xiaofen said.

Jun Xiaoyao deeply looked at Zhuang Xiaomi and said.

"Really, although I know that you are the will of the country, it is not clear, what existence you exist?"

Zhuang Xiaomong in front of you, although it is a big beauty of a national color.

But after all, it is a illusion.

Who knows what it is behind this will.

"Mr. should soon know, after all, this dream," Zhuang Xiandong stared at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao flashed a touch of color.

Zhuang Xiaomang is reminding him that the country is going to disappear?

If you haven't left it before you disappear, then I am afraid it really wants to dream forever.

"This sea should be the core of being forgotten." Jun Xiaoyao.

"Yes, all those who enter the country should want to enter here. After all, here, you can hide the most distinguished baby in an ancient triumum."

Zhuang Xiaomun suddenly blinked, and it was actually revealing a playful.

This is a bit special.

"Baby, what?" Jun Xiaoyao is curious.

At the same time, he even felt that this will be a will of the country, and whether the agreement is reached with Ancient Xian Ting to help ancient fairy trip to protect the painting.

"You will know it." Zhuang Xiao Dream sold a close.

Jun Xiaoyao has just wondered how to enter.

Suddenly, his brain is flashing.

Rotate, took out a flower.

It is a life flower.

"Is this this?" Jun Xiaoyao.

"Mr. there is a smile." Zhuang Xiaojun smiled.

"The tide of dreams will be hit, this is the last level."

"If you can break free from your dreams, you can leave the forgotten country."

"If you don't want to wake up, then you will always become a part of the forgotten country."

When I heard Zhuang Xiaomeng, Jun took the head and looked at the confused demon.

Now, he finally understands, confuse the demon, controlling the power of the soul of the forgotten country.

And in the distance of the sea, a big fog is coming.

That is the tide of the dream. In a short period of time, you can submerge the country.

That is the final test.

At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's hands in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao, as bright lights are generally lit, bloom.

Beautiful, fascinating.

And Jun Xiaoyao is fully immunized.

He turned to see Zhuang Xiao Men: "Will it."

In fact, Jun Xiaoyao knows that he can't meet again.

When the dream of the dream, he naturally wakes up, the country that is forgotten will also disappear, waiting for the next awake.

Zhuang Xiao Diren heard the words, suddenly smiled: "In fact, Mr. can stay, always accompany me, I don't mind."

Jun is away from the slightest sweat, and then humility and smile.

"The beauty invites, it is willing to, but there is still not completed things under the next thing."

Language, Jun Xiaoyao directly into the sea, but for a moment, it was drowning in the tide of dreams.

Zhuang Xiao dream, and then shook his head smile.

"I really want to stay forever." Zhuang Xiaofei muttered.

Jun Xiaoyao is that she has no number of era. In the countless life of met, she feels what is interesting.

However, when I think that the terrorist woman Zhuang Xiaofei can't help but play a cold.

If you really leave him, I am afraid that the horrible woman will kill her directly?

It may even completely erase the entire country.

And the woman has also warned, not moving him.

"It's strange, why did he contact the horrible woman in nine days?"

Zhuang Xiandan shook his head.

That woman, like her, cultivating dreams.

However, the force and repair of the woman are stronger than her.

One person is the penalty area!

"Forget it, look at the woman, also look at the name you named me, and then send you a gift."

Zhuang Xiaomeng fell, reached out of the jade, a little spirit, followed by Jun Xiaoyao.

In the tidal of dreams, everyone's thinking will become a dream in the dream.

The ritual of Zhuang Xiandong is Jun Xiaoyao, can have a thoughtful thinking in the dream.

This is almost helping Jun.

This is absolutely unfair to other people in the dream.

"Finally, the commitment to the ancient fairy trip is also completed."

Zhuang Xiao Dream sighs.

The figure is gradually faded and disappears.

On the other side of this sea.

There are two stirs to take this.

One of them, the blonde, the born God, is the emperor.

And another person is not someone else, it is the ancient emperor.