Chapter 95: Crisis 3

One eyebrows, the moon suddenly released Xuanyuan Che fit to the mountain wall, the bottom of the thick-soled shoes a bow, the thick-soled shoes immediately popped a thin but sharp blade, inserted into the mountain wall, the moon and legs The nails were nailed to the mountain wall, and the wrists were raised. The silk was flying back quickly.
"You little thing, what's the mess in the end?" Xuan Yu, who was watching the moon's movement with the sword, saw Yang Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Haoyue's mouth.
How is his little king, he doesn't feel like it at all times, and he is a weapon at all times.
"This is the cost of living." The answer to the natural pole of Haoyue.
Xuanyuan Che listened slightly to raise his eyebrows, and did not ask in the Murong General's House. You don't need the whole body equipment to be so neat, you can live your life, and now you will reach out and say: "Go."
"I am carrying you." Haoyue looked at Xuanyuan.
The palm of the cliff, Xuanyuan Che is already poisoned, and it is not good to use internal forces. She came to take him, although slower, but she absolutely guaranteed that she could safely let the two people down to the ground.
Xuanyuan Che listened slowly and smiled. The body swayed forward and grabbed the hand of Haoyue. The ear smirked: "I have not been so useless, follow me."
While clinging to Haoyue, the long sword trembled, Xuanyuan Che grabbed the moon and went down to the side, while he was connected to the foot, and swayed down on the rocky wall.
The dark red plaque flies like a black eagle.
The wind blows in the face and the black hair flutters.
For the first time in the first month of the month, it is not bad to have a light work. If she can also practice the lightness of Xuanyuan Che, then it is perfect.
A spin-and-swing dance, Xuanyuan Che Yueyue station is set at the bottom of the cliff.
Looking up at the top of the mountain, there is only a small point left.
Haoyue raised his eyebrows, and it was much faster than her. The heart was so moving, but the hand was holding back and holding the hand of Xuanyuan Che, black, the whole arm was already black.
Looking up at Xuanyuan's cheeks, the red lips were a little black, which was the result of using internal forces again after the palms were put together.
"Can't die." Xuanyuan Che sees this to Xiaoyue.
Haoyue’s stunned Xuanyuan’s eyes, and a fingertip smashed Xuanyuan’s fingers, and a black blood immediately rushed out.