Chapter 143: Blood debt pays 9

I am waiting for you. If there are more words, I will not be able to match these three words. The feelings of many are also contained in these three words.
Blue sky and white clouds, azure clouds.
Let's go there.
Ten miles away, looking at the horizon.
The sound of the hooves is gradually drifting away.
The sky is falling, Xuanyuan is far away, and I can’t see the car shadow.
Behind him, except for the hidden Xuanyuan Yi, Du Yi and other 20 outstanding blood film guards were all sent to the moon. This road must be guaranteed and safe.
The sunset is like a fire, the sky is shining.
Haoyue slowly turned his head, and behind the autumn, Du Yanhu and others were closely followed by injuries.
"Do things." Haoyue cold eyes swept over the people in front of him, a wave of sleeves, and now go.
"Yes." Du Yi and others greeted each other and quickly walked away.
No one can bully them, but they can still live. No one can kill their kings like this, and they can have good results. No one, no exception now.
The night is filled, the night is coming again.
A cold iron red, holding a short sword in the next month, kicked the newly-built Zuo Xiangfu door in one step.
Killing the anger, angering the sky.
The court’s sanctions, no, she does not recognize the court’s sanctions. She only knows that blood debts are paid for, and I would rather bear the world’s people.
Today, the left phase, the second general of Tianchen, the Shangshu House of the Ministry of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the priest of the Ministry of Rites, the Prince, the garrison of the capital, she will not let go.
Four thousand tigers guarded the capital, and one did not allow the city.
The 30,000 dragon rides the guard to the Imperial City, and is not allowed to enter, not allowed.
All the civil and military officials are returned to the government, who dares to take a step, killing.
Today's Tianchen, it is necessary to overwhelm it.
This is the price of her murder, which is the price of hurting her favorite person.
Screaming, screaming, screaming, in the silent night, the extraordinarily loud, extraordinarily painful.
There is chaos in the left house.
Blood, dripping from the tip of the sword, feet, marching on the body, the face of the peerless, hidden is indeed the murder of Hell Shura, and the people here will not let go.
Outside the house, a thousand dragon riders surrounded the entire Zuo Xiangfu, not allowed to let go, this is the iron command, this is the military order.
She was temporarily imprisoned in the left phase of Zuo Xiangfu, and she was terrified. The moon came and she came.
The night wind is cool and gently blows.
Killing in one place.