Chapter 94: Crisis 2

He remembered that there was such a thing in his inner library, but he gave the key to Haoyue, and he managed to manage it. He never knew how the silk could be used.
He stared at the two eyes that were as thin as silk, but the flexible swords were cut to the constant silk, Xuanyuan was slow and tight, and he held the little hand of Haoyue.
The bottom of the eye slowly appeared a warm and gentle, Xuanyuan whispered: "You fool."
The low humming sounds, but the incomparable deep friendship.
Haoyue grabbed the sword with one hand and grabbed the Xuanyuan Che underneath. It was so empty, and turned to look at Xuanyuan Che, who was looking up at her. The first time was quite right: "I am not an idiot, I am just Knowing happiness is to fight for yourself. Since it is my happiness, then I will never let it slip away from me. No one can it, even if it is a of death."
Said that the more tightly held Xuanyuan Che's hand, she did not get such affection in the past life, since this life, she will never let go.
Xuanyuan Che listened to the look of a firm face, and the small face exudes incomparable attachment and determination.
The moment I couldn’t help but smile, I still whispered: "Little fool."
Haoyue did not refute Xuanyuan Che this time, but only took a look at Xuanyuan, but the eyes were firm.
Out of the air, two pairs of hopes.
You reflected me in me, and I reflected you in me.
Apart from each other's figure, you can't tolerate anything else.
The wind blew in the mountains, and the clothes of the two men were blown up, one dark red, one blue and blue, and the air was floating.
At the same time, both hands were clenched, and Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che laughed at the same time. The light in the eyes could compete with the sun and the moon.
I missed the eyelids and looked at Xuanyuan Xuanyuan.
There is still a high distance, her silk is not enough.
In the modern advanced alloy weapons, the silk that is barely made here is not enough, and you can't do whatever you want.
"Swords are for me." Just doing this, Xuanyuan Che suddenly came out and raised his hand.
Looking at the black of the palm of his hand, he couldn’t help but sink his face, but he didn’t talk much. When the five fingers were loose, the Xuanyuan’s soft sword immediately fell to the Xuanyuan below.
A hand grabbed the soft sword, Xuanyuan Che backhand a sword, but see the long sword like a cut tofu inserted into the cliff, Xuanyuan Che with the sword buckled on the mountain wall, Haoyue suddenly felt the pulling power of the body loose.