The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

On the floating island, they have seen the tragedy caused by group moral kidnapping.

The hatred of the night, with the sorrow of blue chop.

Also, I watched the name of the big sad temple and still hit the nominal of the evil spirits, and killing them in front of them.

Their heart is early and the destroy, it becomes cold and hard.

There are even many times, they have passed in their hearts, this ugly world, it is better to destroy better.

But if you still can't!

Because they have seen the extreme evil.

But I also saw the ultimate good, warm warm.

I have experienced a love of love.

Some people will take them into the magic, encircle the slaughter.

Some people don't hesitate to live, abandon everything, come to swear to guard.

Some people treat them like a mustard, such as enemy, and trample.

Someone will be treasured as a treasure and carefully care.

People have self-friendly greed, indifference and cruel.

There are also feelings, and the sinensis.

Just like them.

Yun Ruo Huang slowly knocked on his hand sword handle, and looked at it, looked at Mo Qingshan, the voice was hoarse, but there was no calmness: "But no matter how it is bad, these people are the people of my small teacher, I can't ask you to teach. "

There is no expression in Mo Qing Mountain: "Jun Mu Yan is dead."

"Cut, old monsters, you die 10,000 times, frustrated bones, my six divisions will not die!" I did a ghost face, "You don't know if my six divisions are best to be dead."

Cold Patiffs smiled: "What is it with him. The old lady has not talked to my little monk. I have a few small dolls when I am married! If you are out of you, the old lady is not dead is a single dog?"

Mo Qing Mountain screamed for a moment, couldn't help but smile.

"Happy Gate? It is indeed some meaning."

He looked into the sunglasses that pinched in his hand. "Are you the same meaning? Would rather death, don't you leave with me?"

The ink mirror is smile, whispered, and the sound is light.

"... nephew ... you won't die, you won't be ... it is still useless than the scorpion ..."

He slowly looked up, straight to the eyes of Mo Qingshan, a word: "Happy Gate gambling Jun Mu Yan also ... Alive, then I gamble, the emperor of our pole is still alive ... The ancestors, the grandchildren are not filial, first Go to Huangquan Hell waiting for you! "

After saying, the sunglasses hang a shallow smile and hang down his head.

Mo Qingshan cold face made the body of the ink mirror into the bodies of the mirror, and the five people, the hands, a pen, a pen, a paper appeared in his palm: "I recognize that you are opponents, then I will kill myself. you guys."

That paper, the paper is made by the seal.

The pen tip is yang, the vast power is entangled in the magic, surging.

The five people in the door have nothing to squatically, and the body seems to be inhibited by any imprisonment.

The pen in the hands of Mo Qing Mountain is gently in the direction of the cloud, a "dead" word appears in the air, and goes to the clouds of the cloud.

"Master !!"

The melodious piano sound is fluttering here.

It seems to be from Zhuo Shan, from Wangjiang, from the surrounding land.

It seems to be from the clouds, from the door of the sky, from the continuous thunder.

The melodious piano has gradually become high, becoming excited.

Like Jin Ge Tiema, it is like a big river.

In the world, all the sounds have been covered.