Ling Yuxuan turned the needle thread in his hand and disappeared without a trace. He grinned: “Although I don't like rough shooting and killing, it would be nice if it was as smooth as this one every time! ”

“Yeah, yeah! Six, after you just play the piano in the back. It's enough to give us this rough job of fighting. Hey, hey, hey! ”

Moe whispered her hair, which was sealed and blown away, and then slowed down and said, "Yes! Thank you, my brothers. ”

Yun Rusheng coughed softly, “But Xiao Xiao, we just put it together. How can we let them serve Master? ”

When I asked the exit, Muyanmei bent his eyes and looked at Chu Qi, the only one beside him who had not participated in the battle, “Third Brother, what do you think! ”

Chu finally smiled away and did not speak.

And the others were hey hey hey hey laughing.

“Brother Big Brother, this question is so pure. ”

“Isn't it easy to get them to listen? ”

“Of course it's the old way...”

“Strip their clothes...”

“Correct their posture...”

“Leap their best image on paper...”

“Little sister, don't you think! ”

Mu Yan nodded with a smile, "This time there are too many people, we won't paint a single portrait. Draw a few group portraits according to a different division. Third Brother, I'm going to trouble you again. ”

Chu's face was humble and gentle, and he smiled. “No trouble, I would love to. ”

The clouds turned cold and covered their faces.

Why does he always feel like his teacher's door is broken by these oily brothers and sisters?

It's even worse now that I've been taken by my little sister!

……

In the moonlight, Xu Qing looked at a stripped clothes and put out a painting of Hannah's posture as a brother and apprentice and grandson.

I don't even know whether to be happy or want to die.

Wanted to die, Jun Muyan, this daring demon head, really turned the whole thing to one.

Just seven. Seven!

I can't believe I turned the whole thing upside down. Who would believe me?

Fortunately, he and his apprentice are not the only ones left with evidence of shame and threats.

How can I break it if I feel a little happy?

Muay slowly walked to the elders who were drawing a "collective portrait”.

Since these people, unlike Xu Qing, completely pissed off the free door, Mu Yan left a little shame on them when he gave them a painting of disciples and elders.

Not much.

It's basically a thin, translucent veil like a cicada wing.

Or a belly pocket that can wrap around key areas.

The posture, at best, is "drunk princess”, “arched sculpture”.

Instead of like Xu Qing, they are “you non me non”, “jade arms light pillow”, “limb tangle”.

However, it is clear that the elders who belong to the same family are not grateful.

The pair stared into Mu's eyes and could not help but burst into flames.

“Who the hell are you? ”

Mu Yan smiled, “Running free, Jun Muyan, all these years, thank you for taking care of my teacher's door, tonight's little gift, no respect. ”

In all these years, even though the elder Feng has shelter, the elder Feng often cannot be closed out.

From the cold mouth of the clouds, the Gateway has been more or less stripped of a single dish.

Only because there is too little oil and water to be seen as a single item can one often escape.

As for the other small Gate factions in the Tianxian Mountains, there are countless others that have been stripped by a single disc.