Chapter 530: I am a knife 12

"The enchanting." The proud cloud master station is set next to the hot spring, watching the black lacquer only reveal a little bit of light, lighting the head of the white moon, the underwater body is nothing to see the moon, the eyes are fierce.
Haoyue listened slowly to the hot spring wall, which was more natural than the proud king. The corner of the mouth outlined a sneer: "The lord asked this question, what do I want to do, I think the nature is with the night alone. How is it."
After all, there is a hint of tenderness on his face, which is called a deep love.
"Fart." The proud king looked at the face of Haoyue, and the anger was so swearing that he had never said so many years.
"You are a enchanting person, and you are not satisfied with Tianchen Wang Xuan, and you are coming to the king of the widowed people today, you..."
"The king of the country, don't say too much, who is mobilizing the five countries to attack the sky, just to win me? Who is not to be in the world? Who is the one who abandoned the princess?
Your son is obsessed with me, and he does not hesitate to make a big move. The world knows that I am here today. How come I became confused?

Coldly sprinkling this words, Haoyue suddenly double-eyed, watching the proud king of the country slowly said: "I still say that the king is just looking for an excuse to kill me, well, I am waiting." Then, a chin, a smile, but silently revealing the charm and provocation.
The proud king of the country saw this pair of eyes sinking, cold and cold: "You don't think that the widows really dare not kill you."
"Then come." The voice of the proud lord of the cloud still floated in the air, and the smile of the moon seemed to be taken over at the heart.
Reluctantly reaching out and playing with the black hair hanging down in the ear, squinting in the eyes of the moon, laughing at the gloomy dripping water of the proud country: "I advise you not to do other ideas, this king It’s not the little princess who can be slaughtered in his day.
Today, as long as you dare to touch me with a hair, I am going to slash 500,000 troops in the north, and set aside half of your proud clouds.

As soon as this was said, the face of the proud lord changed, and the bite of the bite could be heard almost every month.
When I saw this, I was more and more smiling. I just swam to the opposite side of the spa, and I smiled and said: "I don't know, there are still half of the Central Plains, the seven kingdoms. In a short time, how many other countries will be swallowed up?
I think about it, one month? Still half a year, or..."