Chapter 63: Stronger respect 3
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Descent of the Phoenix
- Yi Shi Feng Liu
- 448 characters
- 2021-02-04 11:06:50
There are not many atriums in the yard. There are only 20 people in the district, and they look at the sardonic moon. The young age is not too small. If it is not because she is the master of their master, they dare to ridicule them. She broke her neck early.
Xuanyuan Che put all his emotions in his eyes, seeing this slow step forward, a faint saying: "In the future, your master is her."
A faint sentence, immediately exchanged a hostile, twenty pairs of eyes brushed to look at Haoyue, that eyes are not respectful, but disdain and anger.
"No, she is not qualified." The guard of Dutou was a cold and cold road.
Xuanyuan Che did not say much, but only took a step back and smiled at Haoyue.
Yesterday, I felt that I didn’t have my own power. I moved my hands and hands, Murong’s military office, and the right side. After all, after all, it’s the power of others. Even if there is a walk because of the relationship of interests, it will definitely be because of the relationship of interests. , split again.
Only if you have absolute power, can you do what you want and do what you want.
Therefore, when he opened his mouth, he should have taken it down and handed him the most proud force to hand over to her.
Now, it is time for her to come up with her strength. To surrender these eyes above the top, to kill and kill the secret guard, what is needed is not a sentence, but absolute strength.
There is no extra language, Haoyue looks indifferent, slowly put on a silver glove for himself, and his left hand stretches toward the 20 cold fingers of a cold, cold-cold road: "Go together.
The three words of coldness, together, instantly let twenty of the dark guards face their faces. They are all the top killers of Tianchen, when they want to be two people together, and now, this 13-year-old woman, Actually dare to let them go together, this is absolutely an insult, an indescribable insult.
Looking at the dark-faced guards, the eyes of the moon are flashing a scorn.
"Since you don't move, don't blame me." The cold voice is still floating in the air, and the shape of the moon has moved.
The speed is not very fast, but it has already arrived in front of it.
When Du Yi saw this cold scream, the long scabbard in his hand did not come out, and he slammed his head toward the chest of the moon.
I didn’t want to avoid it all the time. The hand with silver gloves was pinched on the scabbard, and the fingertips stabbed in a completely unexpected position.