Chapter 440: tripod?


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Jimo said with a smile, "Can your spiritual treasure still psychic? Butterfly style, tolerate you for a long time. Have you kicked a few feet before?"
The dream month has not come from a panic.
Jimo is laughing, but the smile is colder than the ice, and she has sensed a strong kill from that smile.
Gongziya wants to shoot her!
"I don't have..." She groaned.
"Three feet?" That is the illusion of the side of the ink, and every finger is a place where the dream month has been played.
"Feather one?"
The last time Wuwu Mountain was in service, the loss of Yuwei was extremely serious, and most of the people who followed Jimo were killed.
The batch that left beforehand survived.
Yu Yi belongs to the dress as Jimo, and went ahead in batch...
Yu stood up and respectfully said, "Less master."
"Kick her three feet, no matter what life or death." That is, Moya said it was an understatement, and the eyes flashed cold.
Yu Yi is a true spiritual master. This life and death, regardless of the three-legged kick, where is the dream month?
However, originally, that is, Moya did not want to let the dream month live!
The dream moon is big, "The son of the son, you are a lot of adults, Missy, I am sorry for you, I will not dare, Missy, please speak for me..."
I walked to the feet of the illusion, and took her skirt, praying again and again.
While begging for mercy and even hoeing, she felt that the only thing she could save her now was the illusion.
It is a pity that the illusion of being stupid is intimidated, and it starts to scream and scream. "Kill you, kill you, you go, you go..."
Jimo's eyelids are filled with anger, and the state of illusion is no longer suitable for further stimulation. A dark energy pushes her out of the illusion, and gently sighs the illusion, "small Yan, quiet, nothing."
Gentle, quiet.
It is completely different from the kind of coldness and killing that used to face Jin Dazhong and Magic Dream Month.
The dream month is instinct is over, it's over!
She is really dead this time!
She can't die, she doesn't want to die.
"Zongzi Ya, let me go, I will definitely not be disadvantaged to Missy in the future. I take care of her as a sister. She is stupid. I am willing to take care of her forever, or let me go back to the Cloud Empire. I am willing to go. The illusion of taking care of the lady and the little star cold, no longer appear in front of your eyes..." Dream Moon scared a nose and a tear.
Jimo turned his face and looked at her, with sarcasm, "Don't take care of her on the diners' day? Take care of her in the dungeons? Go back to the clouds and continue to plague the illusion?"
Dream Moon did not expect that Jimo would remember this pile of things so clearly, this is her sin, she can not deny, can not deny, she only wants to live.
"Zongzi Ya, I am wrong, I will change in the future, Missy is very kind to me, and the illusion of the city is as good as I am. I used to be a wolf-hearted dog. I don’t know what to do, I’m going to walk, but I won’t, I will Make up... Believe me, Gongzi Ya! Missy is kind, if she is awake, she will not think that I am dead..."
Jimo sneered, "So, she just doesn't wake up, this son is for her scourge for her."
It’s clear that it’s clear.
At the place, everyone has amazed look at Jimo...
Jimo has always been the image of your son, and walks along the path of Wenrun as a jade. This time, it can be so straightforward in the public, and it will definitely affect the image he maintained before, but he does not care at all.
After today's events, he is no longer suitable to take this route. In order to singularly, he must reveal the strong side hidden in the dark.
The dream month still wants to ask for mercy, that is, Moya does not listen to her, and the illusion is a stupid one. The masters of those who study the palace are stunned and stand by...
She has experienced many dangers, but this time the meaning of death has been particularly strong. She is scared to be full of emotions. She wants to use Lingbao to send a message to the fairy. It is too late.
Yu Yi has already kicked and kicked in the past, swelled, and the dream moon crashed through the window and flew out...
"No, I don't want to die! Fairies will avenge me! Fairy..."
The sound flew out of the window.
"One foot!"
Yu Yi also counted carefully, leaving two feet and followed.
This foot, I don’t know if there is still a life in the dream month, and Yu Yi has to catch up to make up two feet...
It seems that Moya is not going to stay alive.
Wu Yihai and others are shaking a little, but no one stops, a few temple owners are also looking at the sky, Nangong Beichen and white dust are sealed together, straight tongues, low-lying roads, "Junzi Ya, really good domineering!"
Jimo whispered a few whispers, squinting and swaying, calming her down.
Against the airway, "Snow is old, where are you going to heal? Are the younger generations coming over to visit?"
"Just in the Lingquan forbidden land, thinking about the spring at the end of the cliff."
"Ok."
Jimo went to the palm of the house and the main hall of the palace, and left with the illusion.
The white dust looked at the back of their departure and the fingers broke into the .
Nangong Beichen is still sprinkling salt next to him. "Don't be in love with you, it is a white fight. The son of the son is the true enemy of the brother. The little beauty does not have your share, the white dust seal, you wash and sleep."
White dust sealed his chest and left alone with anger...
Nangong Beichen Xiaochao chased two steps. "There is a wound medicine here. Do you want it? In fact, the two can come to an alliance. Three smugglers are the top ones. Zhu Geliang is a good person to deal with the son." Let's top it with my brother?"
The white dust seal spits out a word from the teeth, "roll!"
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Lingquan forbids the land.
At the spring of the old place where Snow is located, Moya is holding a phantom and standing there, talking to Xue Lao.
"Snow is old, you have been in the bubble of Lingquan, have you stayed for so many years, how is your body recovered?" The Moya is long and sturdy, the eyes are clear and bright, and it is quiet and distant, as if there is endless attraction, the whole person exudes An alienate temperament.
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