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P. 197
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The miasma fog was forced back by the giant formation formed by the sea pillars. Not only did Jinghai regain its tranquility, but also the sea surface nearly 300 miles away from Jinghai. The light of Candle South Jiucheng is reflected in the Cangming water far away, swaying like a flaming torch. Four people stand outside the torch.
Mr. Xi bowed his head and looked at the tips of the double knives that exposed his chest.
The knife is like a willow eyebrow.
"Mei Niang," he sighed faintly, "I didn't expect that the second person who made me fall short was you."
The blue dragon whirled like a blue rainbow, and Wu Mei was knocked out from a distance, hitting a reef in the middle of the sea heavily. Between the chest and abdomen, a large mouth was torn open by the hard and sharp dragon tail, and the internal organs were naked/naked. Black flames surging, boiling, and backlash. Wrap her up.
"My surname is Wu," Wu Mei smiled, not a charming smile, full of heroism, unexpectedly beautiful, "My name is Wu Mei."
"Mei Niang, Wu Mei. I don't understand...why do you want to help Zuo Liangshi? Don't you hate him?"
Mr. Xi was really surprised, so surprised that he subconsciously retracted his hand and did not let Wu Mei die on the spot.
The second time, the second time the puppet in his palm jumped out of his control. The first Zhou Ziyan to break free from the thread of destiny he laid, at least once was the first genius of Shanhai Pavilion. Who is Kemei? She is the most despicable woman of smoke and dust. All her power comes from the gift of the Great Wilderness. She even dares to break his puppet line?
Even, not only did she break free from his pulling pull, she even burned all his puppet lines in turn.
Wu Mei laughed loudly: "You don't understand! Of course you don't understand!"
"What I hate is not Zuoliangshi, but the dirty mountains and seas! What I hate is all people like you, whose hearts and bottoms are filthy! I feel that everyone is the same as you, and that there is nothing good and beautiful in the world."
Mr. Xi frowned slightly.
Wu Mei's pupils reflected the eight flaming bronze pillars... The man promised her that he would set the Shanhai Pavilion on fire and burn everything she hated. He really did... She leaned against the rock and sat up slowly,
"Zuo Liangshi is destined to know that the master behind Po City is Gu Yu, because Zhou Ziyan has always been Tao Rong's student."
"Lou Jiang is destined not to turn against Zuo Yuesheng, because he also believes in people his parents believe."
"And I, you should never have told me about Zhou Ziyan... Because since you are not omnipotent, and since someone has managed to break free, why don't I dare to make a second attempt!"
She laughed breathlessly.
"You are convinced that all human hearts are evil, how can you understand human hearts like ghosts and gods!"
She released the hand covering her abdomen, and with the help of Jun Changwei, she stood up staggeringly, turned her head to look in one direction, and her eyes were covered with a hazy water light. "...I really want to go back to Mocheng again."
The wind blew, and Wu Mei scattered into a handful of dust, some rustling into the sea, and some fluttering and don't know where to go.
The woman who lived in Fengchen finally turned into Fengchen.
Jun Changwei withdrew his hand and turned to look at Mr. Xi.
Mr. Xi pulled out the blood axe that God Tiangong chopped on his shoulder and threw it out.
Mr. Xi, whose real name is "Xie Yuan", was the first person in Tiangongfu three thousand years ago. Three thousand years later, he made himself into a puppet, which was already between life and death. Although the blood axe split him in half, there was no bleeding from the wound - his body was connected by transparent silk threads.
In the slaughter, Jun Changwei and Lao Tiangong succeeded more than once, but he could always use these silver threads to piece together his body again.
Except this time.
Xuan Hei's fire gushed out from Wu Mei's two lancets, quickly severing those silver threads.
"It's beautifully done, Wu Mei." Mr. Xi pulled out a lancet, the fire on the knife rose, and his hand was quickly charred like wood, "The candle burns, and the sea gate stands. The moon is more than enough... Unfortunately, you don't know at all, the Twelve Continents are obscure..."
The last silver silk was burned.
Mr. Opera's body in half.
God had a bite of blood of mixed viscera fragments. He reached out and put his corpse. He must bring the body of the sinners back to Tiandongfu to wash the shame of Tiandong Mansion for three thousand years. Ge Qing kneels, and Xie Yuan also has a grave that should be kneeling for thousands of years and thousands of years.
The green guns that were refined into evil soldiers fell on a soldier, and lost the control of the control of the control.
"It's my karma of my Tiangongfu."
God sighed lowly and put the blue gun.
"Jun Old Ghost ..."
He turned around and saw Jun Changwei staring at the eight bronze columns standing in the eight Wei Ran silently. God stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and then stepped towards Candan. Gu Yu has retired, the traitor has been clear, and the city world is re -established. However, there are Yuemu and Baidi who live in the sky. Zuo Liangshi has done all the things he can do.
The rest should be here.
They stepped on the sea and walked towards the glorious candleon, feeling like they were moving towards the sun that floated on the sea.
The sun jumps out of the water!
Jun Changwei and God raised their heads at the same time. Everyone in the nine cities of Candan looked up at the same time, and everyone's pupils suddenly shrank -the direction of lacquer Wushan, the sea water of millions of miles was left and right, and the waves became high walls. The golden black birds with three thousand feet long fell into the sky with the wing, and the linger was on the back.
Zi Shi is like day!
The sound of Lingsong sounded the world, not Jinwu's tweet, but another god bird.