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

After thousands of years, he thought that he had already appreciated it, he only obey.

At this time, I saw the long-lost magic weapon, and the heart still flooded.

The Qing Dynasty seems to feel the fluctuation of his mood and embarking.

The mood of the silk is passed to his atritude.

That is a thought, it is grievance, is a desire, is a strong killing of Zhuangzhi.

Wan years have passed, the Qing Dynasty is not known when to give a weak organ spirit.

However, this instrument was abandoned by him.

At this moment, there is no resentment, only karns and close.

This body of Mo Qingshan is no emotional, and even pain is almost unable.

But at this moment, he feels that his soul seems to have some place, is being tied by the needle.

Stainically hurt fine.

Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, and the Qing sword was in his hands. He looked to Mu Yan, Shen Sheng: "Jun Mu Yan, come, if you are willing, complete our fate. I hope you go all out. Don't be distracted by anything. "

Mu Yan took a breath, and the seven swords around it slowly draw another circle.

The piano played the piano played from melodious and turned into a sharp.

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Next, the two were almost simultaneously.

The sword blade collides with the sword blade.

Tiandi turmoil, changing in the sky.

The door of the sky slightly shaken, swept the gas.

Below, I have been helping to save my monks and people, I watched Mu Yan and Mo Qing Mountain became a group.

The piano sounds, but there is no skill falls on them.

Their injuries are still in the ulceration.

Their in which they have lost the suppression of [ ], gradually start to fight against the fire.

The companions, comrades around them, have become less and less.

However, this time, no one will fall from the sky, come to save them.

"Master, why ... Why don't you save us?"

There is a monk who has broken an arm, fell to the ground, showing desperate mourning, "Are you not a heaven? Are we not your people? How can you cause our life and death ?!"

"What is the heavens! It's just a selfish ghost that I am dead ... No one will come to save us, how is the door of the sky? How is the incomprehension of the sky? We are not to die? Hahahaha ...... "

"God, save us! Ask you to save us!"

"We all asked you, why not save us ... ah - !!"

"Time of shit! I don't believe it anymore! Go to death, I can't live with Laozi, everyone will die together, hahaha ..."

The following is a group.

There is even a monk rushed to the mortal pile, I want to grasp the people to make myself.

Some people are crying, some people are praying, some people are cursing ...

When is the end of the world?

The ghost is rampant, and it is not the time of the talents.

A monk took a dead, and ten times didn't stay.

Only when people are scattered, they lose all hopes, only when they are desperate, that is the real end.

Mu Yan, in the air and the ink, and in the battle, suddenly feels that the power in the body seems to be a little bit.

Her shape is hysteresis, the Qing Dynasty in the hands of Mo Qingshan pierced her shoulder, blood flow is as follows.

Mu Yan quickly retired from a distance, the chest is dramatic, and the face is also like rice paper.