Chapter 969: [Nothings] One pot end, cold sun inflammation

"Don't you want to control the cold, let the cold singer kill the cold sun?" The emperor suddenly thought of something, some strange and authentic.
"How do you feel?" Feng Chuge raised his eyes and asked.
The emperor's ancestors heard the sound, and the lips licked.
It turned out that this gimmick is really playing such a calculation.
However, it seems that it is too embarrassing!
When I think about it, my ancestors are shaking their heads.
Where is it?
Cold and cold Yang Yan have already done something wrong, they must bear the consequences for what they do!
Thinking, the emperor's ancestors relaxed their hearts. "Taro, just do it."
Underneath, cold-yang inflammation heard the dialogue between them, and it became more and more big.
He moved his lips and swallowed what he was going to say, but he couldn’t say anything.
The effect of the medicine given by Feng Chuge has slowly followed the whole body. From the beginning, the body is still stiff and can still speak. Until now, he can't even blink his eyes.
He could only dry his eyes and couldn't help but turn, and the eyes were full of fear.
Never before, cold sun is so scared.
His sight is just right in the direction of Fengchu song.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he only thinks that she is a demon.
That's right, the devil from purgatory.
Feng Chuge has begun to drive the insects on his hands.
Through the spiritual power, she introduced her thoughts to the insects.
The insects shimmered with a little bit of light, and with this light, the cold and quiet side came slowly forward.
The cold and secluded hair of this moment has already spread, and the blood on the forehead squats and flows through her face. The whole person is screaming how embarrassed he is.
She stepped forward step by step, her eyes empty and murky.
And with each step of her, the fear of the cold-blooded eye is getting more and more profound.
If he can, he really wants to shout out and stop the cold.
However, he can do nothing.
Feng Chuge stood aside, his red lips were slightly stunned, and this scene was glaring at the bottom of his eyes.
She is not a good person, she will not see herself being bullied and not resisting, not repaying.
Right now, what she has done is that even the best of the day will give them back to them.
Can not blame her for being too cruel, to blame can only blame the survival rules of this world.
If you don't want to be the fish of others, you can only work hard to become a knife...
Now, she is the knife of cold and cold.
The wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.
Cold quiet is still step by step, finally, she stopped at the front of the cold sun.
Feng Chu song leaped up, the figure crossed a curve in the air, and jumped directly on the wall not far away.
Taking advantage of the scene underneath, she swayed the insects like the fingertips of the onion.
The eyes are slightly stunned, and the red lips lightly smack a cruel arc.
For a long time, I screamed coldly -
"kill!!"
kill……
I got the command of the cold, and there was a little whirlpool in the eyelids. She raised her hand and the air blade emerged from the palm of her hand, smashing toward the cold sun.
The strength of cold and quiet is at the fourth level of the gods. Although it is not comparable to the cold-yang inflammation of the fairyland, now, the body of cold-yang is trapped, except for the situation of consciousness, like a waste person.
This palm fell, and it completely fell on the body of cold Yang Yan. Cold Yang can't make a sound, so it is so terrible to die, only the blind man, screaming and screaming, proclaiming his death is not eye-catching.