You Cannot Afford To Offend My Woman

As the purple shirt speculated, the location conveyed by the witch horse rowing was indeed in accordance with Hou Xuelin and Zhu Zhengqing, so the place of appearance was of course at Ruin Ji's house.

At this time, the ruins of the Ji family were illuminated by a colorful light over the Ji family.

The sun falls like a waterfall, covering the entire Ji family, and the scene is stunning and of course very spectacular.

People gradually emerged in the glow of the sun, tens of thousands of people standing in squares with a suicidal atmosphere.

When Xia Guang disappeared, the killing atmosphere grew stronger and more intense, forming a bloodthirsty glow in everyone's eyes.

For this low level, so the warrior has only one idea: to slaughter.

Witchhorse rows through strange worlds, air quality is not ordinary scum, it smells like puke.

Yet an unusual noise sounded on a night that should have been quiet.

Biubiubiu...

What's that noise? He seemed so naive.

At this time, the witch horse rows in black armor, his shoulders are diamond-shaped, embedded with golden divine beads, the chest armor part slightly protrudes, like the beast's teeth, accompanied by a half-moon knife in his hand, as if the gods were beneath him.

“General! Be careful of fraud and check back later.” The deputy arched his hand and drank.

The wizard horse rowed a sneer, and the ancient artifact in his hand was raised high, and then directly cut off.

Heran's voice sounded in full swing, huge knife gushing into a fan, sweeping across with pounding and harsh breath, as if to crush everything in front of you!

Yet it is.

Between them, the building in front of them all turned into powder, only a man and a woman sat not far away, bowing their heads and playing with something.

And this biubiubiu voice is coming from here!

Witchhorse rowing is a little freaked out. Who are these two? Can you control the power of ancient artifacts without turning them into powder?

“Here we go. Go fix it.” Seeking Fang looked up and went down. It seemed that the game in his hand was even more important.

The Death Magician made a murky voice.

Royal Translation: “You earned this yourself, how can I do it? ”

”'If you don't go,' said Xi-feng, as if you could understand. 'If you don't go, you won't get enough money!"

It seems that the money is in search of the fragrance, which makes the Death Master a little depressed, stacks the phone and the charger together, places it on the chair, and makes sure it won't fall before you feel safe.

A black robe, standing in front of a hundred thousand armies, seems a little funny.

But from the perspective of the Death Mage, the number of people is not as large as you might imagine, but if you look down, the scene is a lot more spectacular.

“Who are you!” Witchhorse rowing knife refers to the Death Mage.

“Psst. ”

Royal translation: "Your father. ”

What do you mean, the witch horse's stunned?

Because the Death Master was dressed in a black robe, the Witch Horse Row did not see the Death Master's face clearly, so it would be confusing to hear the other person's voice.

"He's scolding you, you idiot. ”

“Don't be rude, General Witchhorse. You're such a hot chicken to discredit!” As a deputy general, of course, you have to stand up for the general.

"Why are you here?" said the vice president of Witchhorse Row. ”

Biubiubiu.

Fang pressed his phone and smiled: "Wait for you. ”

Psst.

Royal translation: “My mother-in-law is right. ”

When she heard Fang hunting, the witch horse rowed and laughed loudly, and even the warriors behind her laughed.

“The two of you in the district want to fight the 100,000 armies of General Ben, are you stupid or crazy?” The wizard horse rowed with disdain, and this low-lying man was so arrogant that they didn't know what despair was.

Seeking Fang stood up and looked directly at the Witchhorse rowing: “It doesn't take two, one can handle you. ”

“Ha-ha-ha, joke, you're the one who calls yourselves honorable, right?” The Witchhorse rowed and asked with a laugh.

“Yes, Your Majesty has decided that you will come and sneak in, so ask me to wait here and wait for you.” Fang hunting and playing games, he said.

Such an attitude made the Witchhorse rowing very uncomfortable, with his index finger pointing to the fragrance, his fingertips emitting a golden stream of light, with an astonishing power, and his speed was sweaty.

The search for fragrance did not raise its head at all, as if it had not found anything like it.

Witchhorse rowing laughs, turns out to be just a woman who can only speak big words.

However, the next scene made the Witch Horse rowing unsettled, and the golden stream stopped half a meter away from the woman!

It's like being isolated, you can't go any further!

How is it possible that a witch horse rows and looks at his hand, and this move can penetrate people beneath him, even if they are equal in strength, it can inflict a heavy blow on each other.

But in this low level, it's actually stuck alive!

If the Witch Horse rows to ask Zhu Zhengqing carefully, maybe he won't be so impulsive. After all, the Witch Horse rows think that the prince's tripod cat's kung fu can't get to the stage, and it's normal to be beaten, and he's different!

It's a horrible idea, but you're no different from the Prince.

“Well, there's a fight. Do you want me to help you?” The Green and Red brothers suddenly appeared on the scene, as did the Purple Shirt and Tang Wei.

The four of them stood on the void and looked curiously at the 100,000 army in front of them. It was a very small size. They actually sent so much cannon ash.

That's right, in their eyes, these are just cannon ashes.

The witch horse looked at the purple shirt of the two women and wondered if it looked like her, or if she was the wife of Lord Hou, what do you mean by the two men and women who suddenly appeared? Help?

But just four, huh... low profile people have problems with their brains.

“Don't be ridiculous. Didn't you see my little skull pretending?” The search for fragrance laughed.

The little skull, the witch horse rows not far away, with the death magician of the sickle of death.

I saw the Death Master reveal his skull, and the Witch Horse rowed his eyes. I didn't think he was an immortal, but he was stuck in town by a skull. Isn't he going to be ashamed of himself?

On this spicy chicken table, there will only be such low-level immortals.

The purple shirt of course knows the witch horse rowing, but not very familiar, but also heard about the incident of this person, he still admires the witch horse rowing, perennially guarding the frontier in exchange for the peace of one side.

I just didn't expect him to lead the team today. It would be a good thing for the team if we could turn this person around.

“General Witchhorse!” The purple shirt shouted.

The witch horse rowed with a heavy face, and the beautiful woman knew herself. Looks like she was Madame Ziyuan?