He squeezed his eyelids and simply:

"Close my fart."

Tai Yijian jumped up and smashed it twice on the table.

"Okay, now you know what virtue I am?"

Qiu Boofan groaned with a smile and was inexplicably brought to the viciousness of Tancheng. He poured backwards, pulled the quilt, and did not forget to say "good night".

Tai Yijian knocked on the table to smash the ground and saw the wood tossing for a long time, and the revenge light was the thunder.

The sword is going to be furious!

In the end, Tai Yijian hung himself on the head of his bed, and the sword was sharp. After a while, he pointed to the Bo Lan, and he couldn't wait to pierce directly, and then pointed at the ground again.

Enter the night.

The cold wind suddenly raised.

The candlelight in the net chamber suddenly became the size of the bean grains, and the color was blue.

The shadow of the table in the table was thin and thin, and the flowing water was swollen and contracted. It was pulled into a long and thin "human" shadow. The shadow wanted to wear a cobweb, countless thin transparent silk threads fell down, and the flesh of human flesh on the bed was automatically floating.

Tai Yijian was hanging without moving, and the light light couldn't wake up.

After confirming that there was no crisis, countless silver wires were open instantly, and they were piercing the flesh and blood of living people.

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In the dimness, the snow flashed, and when it was destroyed, when it appeared again, the shadow had been penetrated by Tai Yijian. The tattered sword in the day was covered with a layer of moon at this moment, and the rust still exists, but the lack of the blade of the blade burst out of thin and dazzling light, cutting out to the left and right, and all silver wires were broken in an instant.

The tip of the cold sword was in the slightest difference, and the back of the revenge was revealed to the heartless back.

Snapped.

The shadow of the shadow was suddenly pierced.

As if someone responded to the line quickly, the shadow that was purified by only one leather was cracked in half from the middle, and the paper kite fluttered backwards. Tai Yijian immediately looked up and chased, but the shadow swimming flexibly at once.

The clean room is narrow, and the Taiyi sword sword is slender and not full of heyday.

Grasp a flaw, squeeze into the gap between the window and fled at all speed.

Puff.

The lights in the clean room suddenly died directly.

A wind sounded from the moment when it was dark.

It is so sharp, just like countless small blades to cut the air seven or eight to break at the same moment.

A dark gold glowing out of the air in the air.

The next moment, the sound of the thin blade broken wood broke out with the humming of the metal shock. At the same time, the shadow that was about to escape from the birth of the birthday suddenly fixed in the window gap, and it was unable to move again.

Tai Yijian suddenly turned obliquely and cut off the air.

The momentum of the blade is three points than the previous hunting shadow!

"calm!"

Qiu Bodeng, who didn't know when he turned over and sat up, raised his hands to surrender symbolically.

The sleeves of his shirt fell down, revealing the empty space on his left wrist, and the bracelet that had been fastened to his wrist bone during the day was gone. The candles in the clean room were all extinguished just now, Tai Yi sword slashed down, hovering in front of Qiu Bo Deng with a slight difference, the sword body showed a narrow and long bright mark on his face, sweeping from the corner of his eye. To Yin red lips.

The perfect blend of light and shadow.

At this moment, Qiu Bodeng is more evil than the ghostly shadow nailed to the window.

Tai hummed furiously, his voice low and hoarse, as if threatening something with anger and anxiety.

"Everyone said calm down."

Qiu Bodeng interrupted it, stretched out his left hand, and explained it very sincerely.

"I just throw darts well, so I want to throw everything I see."

Wei Ying was nailed to the window by an ancient gold bracelet.

The ancient bracelet is composed of a group of continuously intertwined Kui dragons. When it is buckled on Qiu Bodeng's wrist in the daytime, the dragon scales are fine and smooth, and it looks like a delicate decoration. But as soon as it got out of Qiu Bodeng's hand, the Kuilong statue came to life instantly, and all the dragon scales were erected and unfolded in an instant.

The moment it was pinned down, the strange shadow turned into ashes.

After the two golden Kuilongs burned Weiying to death, they flew back by themselves and re-coiled them on Qiu Bodeng's outstretched wrist. After the intensive "click" sound, it was completely locked. No one can tell when those dragon scales will explode on the wrist and cut flesh.

Rather than decoration, it is more like a dangerous handcuff with unknown friend and foe.

Qiu Bodeng fiddled with the re-dormant weapon with great interest, and asked casually, "Is this thing worn by 'I' originally? Or did I wear it after this 'evil' took the house?"

As the ancient bracelet returned to Qiu Bodeng's wrist, Tai Yijian gradually calmed down.

But still pointing at him.

"It's pretty good-looking, it's fine to wear it." Qiu Bodeng turned the bracelet, no longer upside down, "It doesn't matter, I don't care about that."

In elementary school, the Chinese teacher assigned the propositional composition "What do you want to do when you grow up?". Among the positive compositions such as teaching and educating people, rejuvenating with good hands, invention and creation, Qiu Bodeng is a standout. With thousands of words, he elaborated on the arrangements for a hundred years of life: 20,000 miles of travel under the sea, tribal hunting in the South African savannah, aurora photography at the Arctic poles, tasting of ancient wines that have been stored for thousands of years... He even attached A very detailed itinerary.

In a nutshell:

Food, jade, pearls, fat horses and light furs, the most top-level eat, drink and play.

The language teacher is more than old and lofty. He has never seen such a person who is not enterprising. He was so angry that he publicly denounced him for not knowing there is a word called "sit and eat the mountain".

Qiu Bo Deng knocked on the table and sang loudly: "I am drunk at the moment, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."