His tenderness.

The last ground fire was suppressed, Shi Wuluo suddenly dispersed, and forcibly reunited.

He wants to take another look...

Just a glance.

"You lied to me."

Suddenly someone whispered.

Shi Wuluo turned around suddenly.

Qiu Bo Deng, who should not have woken up at this time, stood in the white jade palace, looking at him from a distance through the light and shadow of the column. The long wind was blowing, and the white sleeves fluttered.

Qiu Bo Deng crossed the light and shadow, and his mind was in a mess.

He always felt that his Arlo was stupid and easy to deceive, but he never thought that there would be such a day when the bully fool quietly took the lead, planned carefully, and deceived him in every detail... He only noticed the great waste. The movement, only noticed that A Luo wanted to climb the ladder, but failed to detect the traces of his enchantment.

Did it start with the lifescale for him, or was it earlier?

do not know.

The clumsy fool deceived his unpredictable lover.

"……You lied to me."

Too many words, too many thoughts, but in the end there is only one sentence to say.

Promised not to get hurt again.

You lied to me.

The wizard Luo hurriedly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch him, but the illusory fingers passed through his face.

A Kuilong bracelet fell in the air.

Heaven and earth are vast.

Chapter 119 I Love Heaven and Earth With Sincerity

"The way of heaven dissipated."

Huainingjun said.

He looked into the world, and vaguely saw the white jade palace in the clouds. He suddenly understood that in fact, how many times he entered the Licheng Illusion Formation and how many truths he pointed out was meaningless, and the answer was clear from the very beginning. In some labyrinths, only one person is destined to enter, no one else.

After a long time, Lord Huai Ning retracted his gaze, crossed the crisscrossing corpses, and climbed the stairs to the last tower.

A golden sword fell from the sky.

The three thousand flying boats rushed to the undead city with turbulent black clouds at the critical moment. The golden knife engraved with "painted beam" is inserted on the steps, like a final sharp dividing line, the world is above, and the ghost is below.

The fire was raging.

Yan Huatang walked straight out of the fire, holding a golden knife on her wrist, and Luo Qi was married as before.

Huai Ningjun stopped in his footsteps, the smoke painting Tang was dripping with murderous intent, but he asked a question that was irrelevant: "Do you know how I persuaded Yuemother?"

Smoke painting Tang pulled out the golden knife inserted on the stone step.

Holding horizontally.

The white robe gradually became a silver armor, and Huai Ningjun raised his head, and his pupils printed flying. Perhaps during the Candan catastrophe, Zuo Liangshi made him think of someone, or maybe everything tonight was so ridiculous that he made him want to say something and not stick to anyone. "... There is only one sentence."

"I told her, he gamble ..."

Mars hovered, and suddenly the dark.

"After gambling, thousands of people have been me since then, 10,000 people are me, and thousands of people are me."

The fire light illuminated Huai Ningjun's face.

The deserted ghost has not been sealed on the former Bai Emperor's current deserted monarch. After tonight, there is no more than heaven, no heaven, and the world will lose its south of the four poles. Maybe he is the biggest winner, but he doesn't necessarily have any joy.

"How great and selfless words, but for her, it should be the most ironic joke?"

Huai Ningjun's voice was empty, as if he was separated by thousands of miles, and asked another person in the cloud.

The mother -in -law guarded the murderous plow mounds, even if the people died because of the immortal door, even if they resent the world, they were kept. Because ... after all, she remembered the initial agreement. On the hip mulberry tree, the girl who had a blue feather once promised to the god of white. Saying that when Dongji was established, she would keep the murderous plow Tuqiu.

She resurrected for a hundred years.

She is not afraid.

She resisted the fog, resisted the puzzles of 10,000 years, and resisted the loneliness of 10,000 years, but what did she get in the end? Ask the monarch to die, there are still only mortals in his eyes, only monks, only fairy doors. Only people can follow his steps, so what exactly is she in the east?

Is it a joke?

"But she didn't understand why it was a thousand people for me, thousands of people for me, and thousands of people for me-"

Huai Ningjun suddenly laughed and opened his arms suddenly.

"Because he has no way to go!"

It is not only mortal in the eyes, nor is it the monk's gate, and the god of the gods who are not in the hope of the sword in white is the empty mulberry. Emperor Sang had been broken and couldn't look back. God no longer admitted him, and the demon had hated him ... All his life asked for a mirror moon, and where can he keep the hope?

There is no way to go, you can't turn back.

Only expectations.

... Looking at the fairy gate like me, the fairy demon cares about two or two.

... hope that Xianfan has no points, and the fairy loves both.

Although was like a dream, the dream also left the fire.

Watching the fire endlessly.

Bai Feng was lingering the earth, the wind was rolling, and the ghosts came out from behind him. The disciples of Shanhai Pavilion roared together, pulled out the sword, and greeted the charm of the rushing. Smoke painting Tang turned out, and the golden sword turned into a ranging light, falling towards the deserted ambassador.

The killing broke out on the last high tower.

The vortex of life and death, only Huai Ningjun, who left the white robe silver armor, laughed alone.

How can there be such a ridiculous god?

…………………………………………………………………………

A dragon bracelet.

Fall from the air, turn over half a circle, and reflect a ray of golden threads.

The bull lamp caught it.

Get the fingers gathered in the flexion, and the fine scale of the dragon is burned into the meat ... Take him to see the sun and the moon, and the person who takes him to the first line of Tianshui is gone.How many years have you been?Hate to become a demon, and dare not let him discover.