Even the monks, after a freaking struggle, many people were sweating and overwhelmed at this time.

But only this young girl in front of me, from the beginning to the end, was snowy in white, eyebrows as pictures.

The shallow corner of the peach blossom eyes snapped up, fainting and smiling lazily.

It was as if the city of Bayer had been completely divided into two worlds from this hustle and bustle.

Chu Xin greedily stretched out his tongue and licked his lips: “Ben Hou has always been reluctant to give people he doesn't know a second choice, except for Jun Muyan. Ben Hou can give you another chance. ”

“As long as you're willing to surrender the Flood Tower, surrender the others at the Gateway, and return with you. I can assure you that I will spare you and the people behind you. And come to Hou Teng Ki, Japan as Emperor, one of the Queen's Princesses will definitely leave you a seat. ”

Chu Xinyin spoke and awaited Muyan's reply with excitement.

He believed that Junmuyan was so snowy and intelligent that he must know what the best choice was for her.

Yet it was the young girl who responded to him with a smile.

Muang looked him in the eye like he was looking at a fool: "Chu Xinyin, is it your granite-like old face that makes this request for your courage? ”

“Poohahaha... let the monarch god be his queen, is this old bastard crazy? You don't pee and take pictures of yourself? Oh, my God, I've never seen such a shame! ”

“I can't help it. You just heard it. They ate all their own children. What does that mean? I'm out of time! No children, no daughters, no face, no skin. It's normal to have a problem with your brain! ”

“Ha-ha-ha, I've heard of toads wanting swan meat, and I've never heard of maggots in manure buckets who are qualified to paint swan meat! ”

In the floodplain tower, [Liang Chen Da Jun] and [Duncheng Jun] immediately burst out a shocking mockery after stunning.

They may not be very good at combat theory.

But they're invincible when it comes to fighting.

This is not true, the city capital is as deep as Chu Xinyin's scolded face, can no longer contain the mad anger: “Okay! Good, Jun Mu Yan, since you don't drink and drink, don't blame me for being rude! ”

He waved and shouted, "Bring the man up! ”

In the house of the slaughterhouse, there was a crackling whip. "Go, go, go, go! Didn't you hear the Master's orders? What are you waiting for? ”

This is followed by heavy wheezing and slow, slow footsteps.

Moo-yan's heart snapped and his eyes didn't look forward for a moment.

Soon after, the shadow of the three rickets fell into her curtains.

None of them are pale and full of wrinkles.

None of them are stumbling, devoid of spiritual power, and resemble cripples.

And the women who followed them were still beating them with the whip of their hands.

Rather than being driven away, these whips are purely for the sake of exasperation and abuse.

The sound of whispering came from the floodplain tower, and everyone was asking, "Who are the three old men?"

Muang's pupils suddenly shrunk.

As if something had pierced her heart so hard that she could barely breathe.

The woman with the whip slowly walked up and smiled with malice at Mu 'an, "Jun Mu 'an, I'm sure you don't recognize these three people anymore? Take it easy! I can introduce you one at a time. ”