Chapter 193: hey, don't go

What does he want to do?
When Hua Yuman frowned, Mo Ziting sighed, "Is this really a natural wonder?"
This is really more amazing than the wonders of the world. For her, this is more like a mirage.
The twilight of Thirteen is cold and cold. He also understands that if he is not mistaken, this so-called fairy dressing scene is actually caused by someone using the ancient method. The face of the snow and ice beauty is clearly small feathers. The scene of the house, the little feathered face of the clothes... Without an accident, the initiator is the phoenix.
He is so daring to make these things, what are they doing?
When the thirteenth silence, Hua Yuman squinted at his lips, and his fingers bounced off a faint temperament, and went toward the fascinating snow. The clear scorpion looked at the front, thoughtfully.
Soon, the light and mysterious gas penetrated the snow and directly hit the ice hockey formed by a strong ice in the snow. When the ice hockey spread into the ice, the wonders of the sky disappeared. Everyone has returned to God.
At this time, Hua Yuman reached out and took a piece of snow. It looked like a red snowflake and turned into white, and like a butterfly of jade color, it was like a drunk dream, and it was exceptionally beautiful.
"I didn't have to look at it!" Mo Ziting stretched out his hand and learned how Mann looked. She caught the snow and looked at it. I don't know why. She always felt that the snow on her hand was not as beautiful as Man's hand.
On the other side, there is a figure standing on another mountain hidden by snow. The long white hair seems to be integrated with the surrounding snowflakes.
Feng Mohan's gaze looked far away at the looming figure, and there was a strange stream flowing in his heart. The girl was so relaxed that he broke his line. This really surprised him.
Not only him, Feng Yuexun simply does not believe that this is true, her eyes are stunned and embarrassed, "Big brother, I just read it wrong, how can someone crack your battle, how is this possible!"
Feng Mohan’s lips evoke a light smile.
Yes, I think it’s wrong!

In this world, she is the first person!
"Who is it, is the big brother seeing it?" Feng Yuexun looked at his big brother and looked curious.
Feng Mohan did not answer, turned and went to the mountain.
Fang Cai, he just saw snow, inadvertently applied a line of law, those ice and snow paintings are just casual, when he found himself into the gods, these images into the array, the formation has become .
On the other hand, Hua Yuman rolled up the thirteen arms and whispered: "I think this ice and snow phantom is familiar!"
After she finished, she was shocked. She actually said the name of the formation. She blinked in dismay and didn’t know what was going on.
Thirteen took her into her arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't think too much, I actually feel a little familiar."
At least, he can see at a glance that this is a kind of formation.
At this moment, people went down the mountain because they felt cold, and in the crowd, there was a woman in black wearing a sly face running down the top of the mountain, holding a cold and compact in her black robe. Bows, the wind blows her robes from time to time, the bows are looming, the people with the sharp eyes see, so they keep staring at the woman, even some people follow her and turn to the top, curious about the people she wants to shoot. Who will be.
The woman in black had just arrived at the top of the mountain, and there were a few people in black robes at the back. Their robes were hidden under the exception of the robes, and they were arranged at one time, blocking the entire road down the mountain, cold. The arrow is unified to the thirteenth line of people who are preparing to go down the mountain.
The crowd going down the mountain will flash all over, for fear that they will be affected.
Thirteen first time, the small feathers were kept behind them, and the light was cold, and the body was full of breath, ready to fight back.
In the end, Mo Ziting was also behind her, and she calculated the favorable points of counterattack for a while.
This group of people must be the person who teaches the face, but it is really blatant and arrogant. It seems that it is really not afraid of death.
Mi Xuexue stood by the side of the thirteen and stood side by side with him. "If there is a change, you will leave the and leave first."
Hua Yuman also cautiously listened to it after a while. He looked at the group of people. They had black robes and they had bows on their bodies. Their eyes were a little strange. They had no expression on their faces. The headed person looked familiar. At this time, the man opened the face of his face, the sullen voice: "Big brother, you are really good!"
Mi Xuexie stared at the wind in front of him and glanced at it. "If you are a big brother, you will not do so many unforgivable things. You deserve it."
Feng Ling haha ​​smiled twice, sin deserved, what is sin deserved? The sin deserves it, that is, all of them are damned.
She is all harmed by her now, her hand is broken, her face is ruined. If it wasn’t for Cold Youqi’s poisoning her face to cure the wound on her face, how could she join the face demon and be controlled by her.
Today, she can only kill these people, but also must kill these people!
"Follow them nonsense, kill!" Feng Ling's ear suddenly sounded the voice of Leng Youqi, she was a spirit, immediately retreated to the back, at the same time, the arrow in the hand of the black man in the row of hands immediately bowed Thirteen they attacked.
Thirteen just waved his hand, and the row of bows actually encountered resistance and went back. However, those arrows were turning a corner when they were about to shoot into the black body. Shot at thirteen.
"It's not good, it's a witch's arrow!" The fascination was suddenly shocked. This witch's arrow is an arrow that has been applied to the scorpion. If it is attached to the other party's birthday, it must be seen when the blood of the party is stopped. It was also a unique trick at the time of Poison Valley. I didn't expect them to meet it at this time.
The thirteen-year-old rice snow marks a look, the rice snow marks the standing in front of Hua Yuman, the thirteen pairs of palms are in the same force, and the dozens of witches who want to chase the soul suddenly collided in the air. Just listen to the "砰砰" number and blink into a powder.
The witches were destroyed, and the black people collectively spit out a blood. Soon, the scorpions of this group became blood red, and their faces became awkward. The strange body was forced in the direction of Hua Yuman.
Hua Yuman hates the eyes of these people. He always feels that behind them, there are so many pairs of eyes behind them, and a pair of sinister eyes are watching themselves. I don’t think about it. The lightness of her hands is directed at those people. Her eyes attacked, and what surprised her was that it was the most vulnerable place in the human body, but her sinful air seemed to hit the cotton and did not hurt those people at all.
"These people have taken the banned drugs and can turn the body into a copper wall and iron arm!" They have clearly discovered the changes in the body of these people, and quickly pushed Mo Ziting to the side of Hua Yuman, and they stood with the Michelle Mark. Together, ready to attack those who are mutated.
Thirteen blew the whistle, and at this moment, there were several groups of black people who were surrounded. All of them held bows and arrows on their hands, and they seemed to have to shoot them into whip.
Hua Yuman frowned, how can there be so many people, the face of the devil is not dead, is there a few left?
Thirteen thoughts are the same as small feathers. He stared at these people carefully and looked at them. Suddenly, he gave a cold cry, it turned out to be him...
Is the divorce finally going to start with him through this opportunity?
Or, he has already reached an agreement with someone who teaches the face.
"Give you a hope of life." Feng Ling came out from behind the crowd again, the cold road, "kill Hua Yuman, let you go!"
Thirteen simply want to laugh, killing small feathers? It is not an idiotic dream than killing him.
He was fascinated, and Mori’s cold glanced at the wind.
I also give you a choice. I will jump from here. Otherwise, you will be born to die!

The person who dares to threaten him has never had a good result. This kind of spirit, perhaps she is too kind to her on the face of the rice snow mark, will let her have the courage to run here today to provoke him.
Feng Ling laughed, although there was some fear, but the face was still bold: "Today you are dead, you can't jump out of the Lord's ultimate martial arts, it's not that you die or I die, you don't kill China. Feather doesn't matter, let's bury it for her!"
How many abilities and abilities of the Lord's public have been seen, and the first row of black slains in front of her is that she is behind the scenes. Today, there will be people who will die.
After Hua Yuman listened, the brow was screwed up deeply, and it was directed at her? With the funeral, how can she afford so many people to bury her.
She stood out from the side and only wanted to speak. She was taken into the arms by thirteen. "Oh, don't go!"
As long as the little feathers are fine, he can handle everything and he will handle it well.
Hua Yuman caressed his heart and wanted to let the thirteen heart wide. She was not a momentary impulse, but one of the thirteen arms was tight, and she had to yell at the wind.
"You call out Cold Youqi. If there is any problem, I will solve it in person. If you die, I will die, but I have to show it! Is it so long that she has been ugly and unrecognizable, and dare not see anyone?" At this point, Hua Yuman sneered aloud. "I heard that people who have practiced poisoning are getting ugly every day. In the end, they will become neither men nor women. Do you know whether it is true or not?"
Feng Ling just wants to refute, listen to the voice of a woman in the mouth of a black man, "Hua Yuman, today I must die! Certain!"
After that, the black man was filled with a black mist behind him. A woman dressed in a blood-red dress came out of the black air. The picture, the cold horror that could not be said, was not standing behind the bright. Mo Ziting, who dared to move, shuddered.
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