Chapter 505: Return of wind smoke (1)

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"Miss! Miss, you are not dead? Great... really... very good..." Linghe’s emotions collapsed at the moment he saw the monsoon smoke, and the tears slammed down.
Zuo Nuo and others are even more red-eyed, and a group of big men crying and choked.
With a tear in the tears of Ling He and others, the monsoon smoke is really a little dumbfounding.
"Where is this coming from the news, I am not a good end?"
How was it killed?
"Nothing is fine... Nothing is fine... Miss Kyrgyz has its own natural world, and there must be gods blessing." Ling He cried his eyes and nodded.
The monsoon smoked his head and shook his head, but his eyes fell to the side of the white-faced singer.
The seasons of the singer did not think that the monsoon smoke did not die, she was so glanced at her, the original pale face, even more without a bit of blood.
"Seasonal skirt." The monsoon's lips and lips twitched slightly. "I haven't seen for a few months. I ordered the rules. Have you forgotten?"
The seasons were stunned for a while, and the legs began to tremble unconsciously.
The eyes of the monsoon smoke picked up slightly. "I said, my temper is not good, don't move me, this is the case... are you afraid that you are not going to your ear?"
"No...not..." The heart of the season is a guilty conscience, don't look as arrogant as she was before, but she is really afraid of the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke hooked the fingers against the season.
The seasons trembled and walked to the side of the monsoon smoke. "Monsoon smoke... I... I..."
"Seasons, you know, violated my rules, what are the consequences?" The monsoon smoke suddenly laughed.
The season is shaking and shaking his head.
Before I even had time to say something, the monsoon smoke raised my foot in an instant, and I squatted on the belly of the season. I immediately flew up the season and just squatted on the platform. The unsightly spirit is also smashed.
The seasons have never been so beaten since childhood, and I was beaten to the ground in an instant. I couldn’t stand up for a long time. I could only mourn and tremble on the ground alone.
"Now, you should know." The monsoon smoke slightly lifted his chin and looked at the seasons that fell to the ground. "The season is like a skirt, you remember it for me, this is the first time, next time, let me When you hear your mad words, I will let you never say a word in your life."
The seasons are shivering and squatting on the ground, the back is already a cold sweat, but the painful grin is not afraid to have a little resistance.
In the hands of the monsoon smoke, the seasons are simply the same as an ant.
The turmoil on the mourning hall caused the idea of ​​the other people in the quarter. The season brown came and followed, just preparing to see what happened. As soon as I walked into the hall, I saw the monsoon smoke standing in the hall. ...the red light faded, leaving only a pale white.
"Season... Season... Monsoon smoke?" The eyeballs of the season brown were almost not given out. It is necessary to know that the people who sent the monsoon smoke to the monsoon in the first quarter were the news of the season brown and the death of the monsoon smoke. Back to the home of the season.
but……
The monsoon smoke that had already died in his mouth, even such a big thorn appeared in front of his eyes!
"Second, your days are a good day." The monsoon smoked slightly, looked at a Chinese costume, and held the season brown in his hand.