Chapter 271: Purple filthy

He said, he leaned over and squatted on Tunxi, and his hands did not hesitate to cover her waist.
Quxi only felt that a hot embrace shrouded himself, but did not feel much weight. Instead, it seemed that all the senses were concentrated on the lips that were attached to the ear and slowly breathed.
"The king's lifelong happiness can be entrusted to the hands of the river. You are responsible for the river!"
Responsible for your sister!
Tunxi grabbed the hand of Nangong, and the whole body was spiritually infused. The whole person vacated and flew upwards over the valley.
The whistling wind swept past the ear, bringing a burst of coldness, but behind it was the man's burning and warmth.
Tunxi has a flash of light for a moment.
It seems that... Before an hour, they were still fighting against each other and almost breaking.
But now, it has become a scene of life and death.
Destiny is really fun to tease people! What will happen to her and Nangong’s future?
The cliffs in the valley are really high, and the brook has not been able to see the top until it is exhausted.
Fortunately, there is a cliff hole not far away, which allows her to temporarily adjust her interest and supplement her spiritual power.
Tunxi steadily fell in front of the cliff, and the cave was not so shallow. The cave was covered with a dense layer of wisteria.
I saw that these wisteria are very strange, and the meridians are as transparent as they are, and they are close to the juice that can see the flow inside.
Tunxi couldn't help but curiously took two steps and wanted to see.
Suddenly, the voice of Nangong was heard in the ear. "Be careful, this is the fifth-order magic plant - purple magic."
However, the reminder of Nangong Temple was late, and when the fingers of Tunxi had just touched these wisteria, they felt a strong wind coming in.
The wisteria, which was just like a decorative object, actually moved up and swayed like a whip to the river.
Tunxi was scared to retreat, but the speed of these wisteria was faster than her, and every vine was pumped with the momentum of the spurs of the martial arts.
Seeing that the brook is about to be hit, suddenly a thunder burst of lightning sounds in the ear.
The wisteria was attacked by this wave of lightning, and it seemed to be shaking like a pain. The first few vines that were scorched by lightning quickly shrank back.
Nangong Temple quickly pulled the brook to the back, and the black sword in his hand was lifted up, and he was about to attack the wisteria.
Tunxi suddenly held down the hand of Nangong Yu, and angered and ruined: "Nangong Temple, are you crazy? This time you dare to use the power, it is not what you are looking for!"
The Nangong Temple was a glimpse, but it was too late to return to the gods. It had been dragged to the back of the river, and the strong soil barrier was stretched out in an instant, keeping him firmly behind him.
"You give me a good night, if you dare to make a mess, don't blame me!"
Nan Gongyi looked at the slender back of the girl in front of her, and she was stupid.
This is the first time that someone used him as a treasure, standing in front of him and guarding it.
This feeling is very strange, but also... very beautiful, so that his whole heart is sour and sweet, as if being soaked in honey.
Why is his stream always so special?
At this time, Tunxi had already burned his eyebrows. Where did he know that Nangong’s head behind her was thinking about something messy.
Seeing the second wave of attack by Wisteria, the movement of Suixi suddenly moved to the spiritual power of the body.
In the blink of an eye, a golden flame condenses or patterns at her fingertips, quickly smashing toward the purple scent.