Chapter 902: [Nothing] If you have it, it will suffice

That's right, now, Xuanyuan Yu Che has a Xuanyuan battle support.
Xuanyuan Yu Che is the son of Xuanyuan War, what about it, Xuanyuan war will not be how he is, especially now, they have the same goal... to deal with Fengchu song, so they both arrived completely a line.
The giant eagle beasted with some indignation. "The old guy in Xuanyuan war is not a thing. I thought he was a good person before he lost."
Feng Chuge shook his head lightly.
Is she not?
I always thought that this Xuanyuan war was a good one, but I didn't expect it to be like this.
"Right, the second master, our master, he..."
"He is okay for the time being, and the people who live the door don't dare to move him easily." On these two days, Feng Chuge put a glimpse of the gods and went to the floating gate.
Nowadays, the floating gate has almost reached a consensus with the people who burned the Tianmen. Therefore, it is not an easy task to deal with the floating gate, let alone to take the cold soul. It is obvious that the spirit幡 is the most precious thing of cold sun.
Things have reached this point, she can only slowly think first...
Listening to the Fengchu song, the giant eagle beast finally sighed a little.
When Feng Chuge returned to the guest room, the imperial dust just came back.
Just came back, the imperial dust is particularly tired.
This time, Xuanyuan war was to find the emperor's dust for the cold and quiet things, no matter how the emperor's dust is denied, Xuanyuan war is a rare perseverance.
There is no way to do this. After all, the profit of the beating is lost.
After smashing the cold, he burned the door of the Xuanyuan battle, and then he took it to the next level.
"Women..." Seeing the Fengchu song, the emperor was relieved of the dust and called out the sound.
"He still makes you cold?"
"Correct!"
"Xuanyuan war is really not dead." Feng Chuge sneered out.
Her brows were wrinkled, and she thought of something, slightly indulgent. In the end, she would still tell the Emperor of the dust that she had met Xuanyuan Yuche today and what Xuanyuan Yuche said.
The emperor smelled the sound, and now he was shocked to raise his eyes.
His purple cockroaches overflowed with strong killings, and the fists on both sides were tightly gripped. For a long time, the disappointment in the eyes was completely transformed into despair, until finally, again and again. "Xuanyuan war is really disappointing."
"Dust..." Looking at this desperate emperor, the Fengchu song twitched his lips.
She has never seen such an imperial dust.
"I'm fine." The emperor turned his head and looked at the Fengchu song deeply. The purple sly was flashing with a little bit of light.
"Yiangzi, no matter who it is, dare to move you, it is my enemy, that Xuanyuan battle is no exception!"
"But he..."
"How is the blood relationship? Big deal, I will give him his blood! From then on, there is no connection with him! I have you, it is enough." The emeralds on the dust. Speaking of this, it seems to have cost him a lot of strength.
Who is not eager for his own biological parents in this world?
However, such awkwardness is really disappointing.
Feng Chuge lightly took hold of the imperial hand of the emperor. She stepped forward and leaned on his arms. "Dust, wait for the soul to come, let's go back and leave here."
"Good." The emperor closed his eyes slightly and said.
Relying on his arms, Feng Chuge's eyes suddenly opened, eyes, full of chill -
Burning the door, floating door...
I am bound to let you pay the price!