Chapter 5623: The penultimate mold 1

Chapter 5623 The penultimate mold 1
The trough seems to be a little ...
This hasn't entered the sacred palace yet, the people in the Western Region and the Eastern Region are fighting.
It was a milk doll with no hair at all.
Seeing the arrogance of this little devil, the Eastern Master only looked at the other side and smiled, but did not stop it.
Master Qiao Qiao glared at the husband.
The sons were all badly taught by the husband, like a moving active volcano.
Hu Jun held this baby, if he wanted to stop it, he would have stopped it already.
It was all the bad guy Fu Jun who gave advice to his son, and he watched the joke aside.
Mo Lian looked innocent.
The Western lord put down his resisting hands and hurriedly took a bronze mirror from the inner realm to take a picture.
Immediately he roared angrily, "Come out, come out! Which villain dare to yell at you Laozi!"
I went, this face was photographed twice by a stupid mirror, and now my left cheek was swollen high.
What is even more abominable is that a clipped beard that he had trimmed decently at this time was also broken by a small handful of shots by the mirror, and he was heartbroken to death.
Baby Mo kicked two short legs, "Dad, this man speaks badly to you! I will kill him for you."
Molian twitched her lips and quickly reached out to hold the funny son.
This baby is supposed to follow his mother-in-law, a militant, and look like his mother everywhere.
Of course, he was slandering his stomach, and he didn't dare to speak out.
If you say it, you will definitely be beaten by your wife ...
"Stay up late at night."
"Yes!" The two whizzed out from behind the crowd.
Staying up all night kicking fiercely to the Western lord's lower body, punching him with a holy force at midnight and punching him against the cheek bone.
The Western Emperor was startled and hurriedly turned back to hide, brushing his sleeves and trying to sweep away their attack power.
However, the two of them were very good. He swept away at random, and he couldn't even shake off the two rushing energies.
Two sacred forces rushed to his lap from left to right, and even if the western master's knees softened, he would kneel towards the ground.
Suddenly surprised, the Western Emperor raised his right hand and slammed the ground, a volley turned over, his feet fell soft on the ground, and almost fell to his knees.
After a midnight snack, they grinned and looked stern, and once again moved towards the Western master.
The three immediately started a scuffle, flying across the large lawn with swords and swords.
Everyone was so dazzled that they could not help but secretly stunned.
The Southern Master giggled and couldn't help trembling, "Oh, I said the old West, how come you lived and went back? Why didn't you grow a little during the year of retreat, but did you regress?"
"I looked at your realm, and even the early days of Immortal Venerable Realm could not be stabilized."
Some people can't help but whisper.
"No, will the realm go backwards?"
"Yo yo, look at you little hairy children, some people are the first to enter the sacred palace, don't understand it. If you don't understand, let your sister tell you." The southern master gave a string of silver bell-like laughter .
When the Western lords played against midnight snacks, their faces suddenly became gloomy, and the whole face could hardly conceal the smelly expression.
"Sister tells you. This sacred palace is fun. After entering, there is a ranking of luck."
"The higher the ranking points, the better the luck."
"Last year, your Western lord, with a negative score of 500, was ranked last. It was the sacred palace experience, the last bad luck!"
(End of this chapter)