Super God Gene

With a smile in his eyes, Six Palaces is colorless.

What a beautiful verse, how thrilling that is.

But now, that old face from a hundred miles ago, with its white beard and hair, has made an extremely delicate retrospective.

You look at the flirty corner of your eyes and the way your eyes flicker. It's called a charm, but you have to put a demonic word in front of it.

Hanson and Qin Bai all fought a chill, and their faces turned weird. Especially Qin Bai, his impression of a hundred miles of heaven has always been that he is just and polite old school, and he will not dream that he will have such a look and action, people look silly.

I saw hundreds of miles of magic pinching the fingers of the orchids and turned around, playing with the whistles, whistling with the waves, there was still a little bit of cheap in the waves, it was a model of cheap cheap cheeks.

Hanson, Bao, Qin Bai and Jia seemed to really line up. He opened his mouth and watched Hundred Miles of Heaven twist his body exaggerated there. It should be dancing.

If the dance posture is a beautiful woman to dance, it will make people feel pleasant, even unspeakable thoughts in the heart, but an old man swings his hips there, and makes all sorts of sexy and provocative movements, and he actually stretches out one leg, where he caresses it with his hands, such images are really eye-catching.

Jia seemed to have really fought a chill and only felt uncomfortable in her stomach for a while. Now she finally knows why the sword was not alone when she mentioned the sword earlier, the color of the god was a bit strange.

“Did Mrs. Sword say that he had suffered from this sword too...” Jia seemed to have a strange image in his mind, which forced her to strike another chill on her own.

In fact, Hanson was thinking the same thing, and he really wanted to know what it would look like if a sword didn't dance like this alone.

The next second, an even more amazing image appeared, dancing for a hundred miles, taking off his outer robe, like a stripper teasing a passionate audience, threw the robe at Hanson and them.

Hanson's chin was about to fall off, hurrying away to both sides, and no one would even touch the robe with one finger.

Qin Bai God was so weird, he tried to laugh and was a little afraid to laugh. His face was red. There was a hidden impulse in his heart to shout for stripping off.

He was so surprised, I can't imagine that the one who trained him like a grandson would still have this side, looking at his heart and looking at the delight: “How can the one hundred years from now still have a good attitude in front of me? ”

“Mr. Han, what do you think we should do? Shall we take control of Mrs Bailey first?” Jia seemed really strong to control his own expression and looked at Hansen and said.

Hanson looked at the 100-mile journey that was still dancing and undressing and said for a moment: “I don't think there is any anger or killing machine on this sword, and Mr. Sword also said that there is generally no danger, I think we should still not make any moves to provoke the sword, maybe there will be worse results. ”

Jia seemed like a strange nod: “Yes, there should be no mistake in wanting to come to Mr. Sword. I just don't know how Mrs. Bailey can get back to normal. ”

Between the two of them, Bailifu had already taken off only one large white slit, and the old dry meat was still there to tease.

Face Hansen on their side, one foot on a big rock, throwing glances at Hansen, touching his old legs with his hands, and the scene almost made Hansen and a few of them throw up.

All of a sudden, Hundred Miles played a spiritual act, holding this position still, the eyeballs began to straighten out, as if they had left after the ghost.

Hundreds of miles of daylight glanced straight at Hanson and they looked at him for seconds, and there was an amazing scream above the empty space. The sound was like listening to people hurt and smelling tears, crying at night. When the children listened, they immediately stopped crying.

A moment later, Hundred Miles had been dressed, but his old face was white for a moment, standing there without a word, as if it had been devastated.

Hanson and Jia seemed to really know that it was best not to talk to Hundred Miles at this time, so they didn't even have the intention of going on to comfort them, and now going up to comfort them is tantamount to putting gas on the fire.

“Cough, Mrs. Jia, why don't you try drawing swords too?” Hanson suggested.

Qin Bai hastily attached to the peace: “Yes, yes, Mrs. Jia is far-reaching and may have the chance to get the sword's approval. ”

Jia seemed to see through the obscenities hidden under the pure eyes of the two of them, and thought that if he made those gestures like Hundred Miles of Heaven, he could not help but blush.

“These two guys are so hateful.” Jia seemed to really know what they were thinking, but he couldn't say it. He had to pretend to be okay. He said to Hansen: "I can't break up with Mrs. Bailey. If Mrs. Bailey can't do it, I can't do it either. Mr. Han, you can teach His Royal Highness the sword of Bolan in just two days. Your own sword will certainly be very high. I don't think this sword can be surrendered until Mr. Han hands on it. ”

“Right, right, right, Hanson, you must be the only one who can pull this sword out.” Qin Bai followed suit.

Hansen also has some contradictions in his heart. The sword is a good sword. If he is not mistaken, the sword should have broken the boundary. Otherwise, it is impossible to affect Hundred Miles of Heaven so easily and let Hundred Miles of Heaven get lost directly.

Such a sword would certainly be better off if it could be owned, but it is obviously not an easy task to conquer it.

“Now that we're all here, we'll have to give it a try. Besides, without the suppression of the rules of the universe here, the sword won't make me lose it.” Hanson nodded, thinking, “Fine, I'll give it a try. ”

“Mr. Han, be careful of the force on that sword. The ordinary material force is completely ineffective against its invasion of power.” He stood aside for a hundred miles and said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bailey.” Hansen sincerely appreciates the fact that Hundred Miles is able to speak out in such circumstances to remind Hansen that he is indeed an elderly man of virtue.

But Hanson thought about what it looked like a hundred miles ago, and the image that had just been built in his brain collapsed instantly, and he had to endure to keep his face intact.

“One inch at a time, one inch at a time. Was this poem born or was it engraved later?” Hanson walked to the sword and thought to himself.

Soldier blades are a peculiar existence of semi-weaponal half-genetic species. It is not surprising if they are born with lettering. On the road, they have seen a lot of soldier blades with natural lettering and strange spells.

But when he saw these words, Hanson felt that they seemed a little inconsistent with the nature of the sword itself, and that it might have been engraved.