Chapter 1177: The face is lost! (2)

"Hey! Luo Yidao, are you free to panic and ask who they are doing?" The only one who talked about Qianlongwei, his voice was cold and full of sarcasm.
"Shang special, you mean..." Qianlongwei is working outside, and everyone likes to call himself a special envoy. Although the attitude of the special envoy was not good, he could not blaze for a knife, but he still showed humility in his tone.
This made Qin Dong realize that between Luo Xianfa and Tu Xingxin, most of them are not an equal and cooperative relationship. If not, why should Luo Yiqi be so mean to the Shangte?
"No matter who they are, they are about to become dead. Since they are already two dead people, are you using them to control them?"
"Hurricane!" Feng Lang listened to his gnashing teeth. [
Luo Yidao showed a look of incomparable approval, and nodded again and again: "The right thing to say is that Luo is more than one."
"Dog legs!" Luo slashed his knees, but he lost not only his own face, but also the face of the entire servant. The South Eagle was young and angry, and he couldn’t see it. Zhang mouth screamed. Let Luo's face be as red as a powder.
"Your boy is nonsense, do you believe that I will smash you a corpse?" Luo Yidao was furious and angry.
"Hey!" The South Eagle sighed with a knife and sipped a slobber. He reached out and pulled out the arrow, and he shot it.
"I don't know the stupid boy who is thick and thick!" The repair of this sword has reached the level of four levels. Naturally, he will not care about the arrow shot by a warrior who has not broken through. He does not mean to dodge, and the arrow hits the front. This raised his hand and wanted to connect the arrow in his hand.
If it was the South Eagle one day ago, Luo Yidao could do nothing wrong. He could face the current Nanying. He could not do anything about it.
Seeing the sharp arrow shot, Luo Yidao raises his hand, he will hold it in a hurry. Suddenly, the sharp arrow speeds up rapidly, and in the eye of Luo Yidao, it turns into a black light spot, let alone meat. It’s impossible to grasp it with your hand. At the same time, the murderous murderousness on the arrow is like a volcanic eruption. It is so that the big master of Luo Yidao has frightened and beaten several times.
"Hey!" Luo Yidao tried to twist his body and flashed the key, but the arrow was still stuck on his shoulder, and the blood was splashing.
A four-level monk was shot by a warrior. If it was passed out, I was afraid that no one could believe it. Luo Xianfa was stunned and nailed to the spot, and even the pain on his shoulders could not be felt. Compared with the pain, the stigma in his heart is even more tormenting.
"A Ying, you..." Nanyu was stupid at this time, staring at the South Eagle, as if she knew the Southern Eagle.
The South Eagle's lips are close, and the eyes are round and round, and the little face is red because of the excitement. It is like a ripe apple.
Although the Green Devils are powerful, they are ultimately beasts, but they are not enemies. The excitement of shooting a wounded Luo is far more powerful than shooting a green devil.
Of course, this arrow, the accidental composition is mostly, if it is not caught by the South Eagle attack, it is not Luo Yidao's contempt for his heart, the current falsification of the South Eagle, want to shoot the four-level monk, the possibility of unlimited tends to zero. However, this is not important. What is important is that the Southern Eagle shot a knife, even if it was only once, it was enough to peel off the face of Hao Luo and slammed it under his feet.