: 886, the king of the king is also a good intention.

886, the savage king is also a good intention. "Well, it is really not good to win." Xue Yihan sat down with a smile, but did not let the Chaos baby not compare with the ink heart.
"Do you really want to compare with me?" Mingwu Yan looked at the ink heart, and some drums in his heart, even the brothers of the Van River said that the ink heart will certainly be the first of this year, she can only try her best.
"I won't let you." The ink is funny.
The fog snorted, "I don't want you to let it."
"That's the beginning!" Ink is also subject to the boss's instructions, to be compared with Yan Shantou, so he will be serious.
Ming Mist Yan walked on the test field, and looked back at Xue Yihan. It was just that people were full of enthusiasm, and it was clearly onlookers.
The ink heart is really not polite to her. When she gets on the court, she makes a move, and she is the first to make a move.
The Mingwuyan reaction was also very fast, and immediately evaded it.
Everyone only saw a big pit in the place where they had stood before the younger sister. This is really fun!
The masters are really playing, will the younger sisters not lose very badly?
Ming Mist Yan knows that the ink heart is not easy to deal with. It is stronger than the spiritual power. Maybe he is not necessarily his opponent. So he took out the Shenqin directly and wanted to use the piano sounds at the fastest speed. Although her movements are fast and the movement of the ink heart is faster, her array of methods has not been completed, and it has been cracked by the ink heart with lightning speed. At the same time, the more violent attack is going toward her...
The people around them have widened their eyes. The powerful force that the ink heart has made is that these people are afraid. Therefore, many of them are afraid that the younger sisters can't hide. This can't be avoided. It must be seriously injured.
I know, Mingwuyan is actually attacking a beautiful fairy soul at the heart of the ink, and people are avoiding it, and wandering around the back of the ink heart, and at the same time, their own spiritual attack...
Numerous self-formed night fires surrounded the ink heart, and when the light fog wanted to contain the movement of the ink heart, the ink heart was the Jedi, and a distant flute sounded, and the bright fog felt it. A shrill sound, her micro-shaped, the shape of the ink heart has been strange to her behind.
The bright fog and the instinct of the instinct are slightly moved, avoiding the attack range of the ink heart. The piano sound of the Shenyin piano begins to clear the hidden sounds of the darkness of the ink heart.
However, this time she encountered some difficulties in eliminating these whistle flutes, slow speed, and consumes spiritual power.
This is her first time to fight against the ink heart, but also the first time I saw the power of the ink heart, so she has a feeling of faster response to the Vietnam War.
Sitting next to the door of the Fanyin also found out that his little apprentice is really very smart, and there is room for a fight back to the battle of ink, which is really good.
Xue Yi Han is quietly watching the Chaos baby, his face is not happy, not calm, and the calm is incredible, the people around him can not see the meaning of the king.
It was a very calm night, sitting there while eating fruit while watching Yan Yantou and the ink heart fight, the king of the king is also a good intention.
He couldn't make a hand on Yan Yan's head, and the ink heart just happened to hone and test the achievements of this hoe.
Others did not think that the younger sisters could not defeat the battles of their masters and brothers, and they were expecting this test.
After Ming Yuyan’s dozens of moves against the ink heart, she began to ponder. After such a long-lasting battle, she was physically weak, and when the spiritual power was insufficient to support it, the loser must be her, she had to think about it. Think of a way.
However, the ink heart did not have time to give her more thoughts. His enemies began to illusion a circle of black smoke. These smokes were sticky and stained on the body of the misty face. The spiritual power of one's own body has been slow.
She was not convinced, quietly used the medical spirit to purify herself. Immediately, her figure was lighter, and a force mixed with her power of Xianxian attacked the ink heart, but this stock When the powerful force of Xianyin was about to reach the side of the ink heart, he turned a circle and circled behind him.
The face of Fanyin’s head flashed a trace of surprise, the power of Xianyin, he has not been sensed for a long time, and he can still control it as he pleases, and this time, the ink heart is afraid of trouble.
Sure enough, the back of the ink heart was hit by the power of the bright fog, but the ink heart did not flash or hide, directly launched the next assassination, the sigh of sorrow is rubbing the arm of the foggy face Everyone only saw that the clothes on the shoulders of Xue Yan’s sister were cracked with a trace, revealing a little white skin.
There is no feeling in the fog, but I am still concentrating on the battle with the ink heart.
However, the snow that sits there is not calm, and with a big wave, he directly separates the two men in the game and says, "pause."
A dull face of the misty face was directly sucked by the powerful force around Xue Yihan, and fell into his arms without hesitation.
Everyone exclaimed that in such a situation in the war, the savage king can separate the two people unscathed, no wonder that the ridiculous month is so powerful in the eyes of the world.
Mingwuyan is also a little embarrassed, do not understand what Xue Yihan is doing, in front of so many people so intimate to do.
Snow Yi Han did not say anything, directly chasing the chaotic baby to return to the marriage space to change clothes.
Back to the marriage space, Ming Mist Yan discovered that Xue Yihan cares that her clothes are broken, and she can't do it.
The dress had some tears from the shoulder to the back, because it was hot in June, so it broke a little and saw the skin, but in her opinion, it was not exposed, and In the battle, the enemy will give you time to change clothes.
"Chaotic baby, change this!" Xue Yihan personally brought her clothes, see her did not respond, they directly changed for her.
The bright fog squinted and blinked earnestly: "If you don't change, it's okay, will this pause be not so good?"
Xue Yihan is very calm: "After playing for a while, can you see this dress?"
"I will be careful. You, how can you take off this too..." The sound of Mingwuyan is getting lower and lower, because Xue Yihan is already solving her apron, and she is in a hurry.
Xue Yihan threw down the apron of the Chaos baby and threw it aside. Mingwuyan discovered that the band of her apron seemed to be cut off by the ink heart. It is no wonder that Xue Yihan is so abnormal.
In other words, the sigh of the quiet whistle of the ink-hearted brother is really amazing!
Xue Yihan saw the chaotic baby seem to be relieved. After dressing her clothes, she kissed her lips and bowed down for a while. "If I win, I will reward you at night!"
Mingwu Yan doubts: "If that loses?"
Xue Yihan smiled badly. "If I lose, I will teach you how to defend the enemy at night."
After that, he carefully checked the chaotic baby, and then took him back to the test venue.
Here, the ink heart that was hanging aside was still standing like that. Some of the hearts were crying and laughing. He scratched the clothes of Yan Biantou and did not deliberately. Although he knew that Yan’s clothes were broken, he did not see it. Don't count this account on him!
If so, his heart is broken.
Others are also whispering, and they don’t understand where the king of the king suddenly took away with Xue Yan’s sister and when he came back.
After a while, the savage king finally came back, because the appearance of the savage king was covered by the skylight, they could not see the look of the savage king, only that he was calm, calm and cold, and Xue Yan’s sister obviously changed a dress. It is.
Dare to love, Xue Yan Shimei left just to change a dress?
Ink heart saw Yan Yantou come back, smiled awkwardly, "That, continue?"
"Well. Continue!" Ming Mist Yan calmed down again and entered the state of the game.
The ink heart also quickly set the heart, but after this shot, he did not dare to damage the clothes of Yan Yantou.
However, the clothes are not hurt, it means that Yan Yantou's body can not be injured, the face can not be hurt, and soon he will understand why the boss wants him to accompany Yan Yantou to fight.
Although the boss wants to grow up, but he can't get it, he can't test the strength with other people. If he doesn't have long eyes, he can hurt Yan Yantou.
Forget it, then the examinations in all aspects are good.
Thinking of this, the ink heart changed the way of thinking, once again blew his own whistle flute, Yan Yantou Fanyin star weak, he wants to see how she can accept the multi-strength Sanskrit assassination...
When the quiet murder of the whistle of the whistle fluttered again, the onlookers felt some discomfort. The weaker spirits were all on the chest, and the fog was also feeling some discomfort. However, she refused to admit defeat. The voiceless sorcerer began to clear along the trajectory of this quite smack assassination. Not long after, the darkness of the murderous murmur of the ink heart was restrained, and the people around it returned to normal.
Ink star gave her a look, then a strange sound in his mouth, this sound is like an invisible drum, knocking on the human heart, and this frequency is getting higher and higher, the fog is very fast Some of them can't stand, and people's faces are pale.
Ink star looked at such a Yantoutou, knowing that she could no longer accept such a sacred assassination, so she withdrew her own assassination, which was only used in the encounter with high-powered enemies, and turned to the basic spiritual attack. .
This time, he wants to measure the level of spiritual power of Yan Yantou.
From the beginning to the end, Xue Yihan is watching quietly.
After half an hour, Mingwu Yan lost to the ink heart and lost.
Mingwuyan felt very wronged, she lost, which means that even the list is not on.
Fanyin’s head smiled and comforted:
The girl’s head is not discouraged. Although she is defeated and glory, there is not a whole that can be compared with the ink heart.

Mingwu nodded and then sat down on the chin and thought.
The ink heart is really strong!
Xue Yihan saw that the chaotic baby lost unhappy, and then scorned her head, using only the voice she could hear: "The ink heart will be the head of the Sanskrit door in the future, and you lose to him without losing face!"