Chapter 167: Wulin Conference 12

The slight wind blew through, and the window opened silently, and a smoky smoke slowly came.
Everything is soft and light. If it’s not the moon, it’s the best, I’m afraid I can’t hear anything different.
The smoke is very light, colorless and tasteless.
A month of sniffing, good, great ecstasy.
The corner of the mouth slightly sneered a little sneer, playing with her, she did not bother with this means eight hundred years ago.
The blue smoke is fascinating, and the silk melts into the room.
Half-sounding, the window slammed, and a black shadow flashed in quickly, lightly like a civet cat.
Haoyue didn't move, but nothing in the house didn't feel her.
The person apparently thought that Haoyue had been fascinated, and now it was very easy to step forward, take a small bottle from his arms, and his nails picked up a little gray matter inside, and wiped it off the neck of Haoyue.
The fragrance is fragrant, and the fragrance of this fragrance is intoxicating.
The fingertips stretched out to the neck of Haoyue, and the black man suddenly had a meal, and the cold hair on his back was erected.
In front of him, the moon that should have been comatose, a pair of black singers silently opened, looking at him coldly.
The black in the eyes can almost swallow him, gloomy and cold.
This kind of cold blood and chill is almost impossible for him to see.
"Agarwood, not bad." The cold voice sounded slowly, and it broke the sky.
Agarwood, the most poisonous toxin in the poison, will not be fatal in an instant, but after the poison, if there is no antidote once a month to eat, eat for a year, then the skin will fester and die, It is quite vicious.
Give her this poison and want to control her.
The eyes of Haoyue flashed deeper and darker. Only after the first game came, some people fell on her and started to attack her.
The black man listened to the smashing of the moon, not a cold war, but he did not dare to move with the moon, and his body flashed toward the outside.
When I saw this coldly, I quickly caught a finger on the Yaoqin on the bedside, and a string of chords was bounced, and a wind blade flew away.