Chapter 147: Waste material male owner is very sticky 11

Ancient days: "..."
His face was once again black and red, and even the ancient cockroaches couldn’t take it, and the palm of his face was photographed:
"I want to kill you this monk!"
Azhao still has time and system to spit it out: "This is not so arrogant..."
She escaped this palm very easily, and she took the time to grab the collar of the old man.
When Gu Tiantian saw her movements, she suddenly moved: "Are you for the ancients?"
Azhao nodded and sighed: "It seems that you are not stupid enough to be hopeless."
Her tone suddenly became severe: "Do you want to see the owner when you hit the dog? What's more, the old man is the man I have been looking for for so long... Disciple. Do you dare to think about him?"
"This seat will teach you how to be a good person today."
She threw the old cockroaches into the corner: "Bad boy, show me!"
As soon as the voice fell, her hands moved, her palms flew, and there were countless ghosts in the void.
The ancient day was cold and screamed: "Bulky."
He also pointed to the sword and went straight to Azhao.
However, the aura was not close to Azhao's body, and it was smashed by the palm of the hand.
A Zhao looked at him, and the fluttering palm flew out, the right face of the middle of the world.
"boom!"
The ancient sky was directly hit by this slap, and the whole man slammed into the wall, and many of the walls fell down.
"You are quite solid on this wall." A Zhao said with emotion.
Gu Rutian: "..." He deliberately blessed the formation!
Azhao did not care about this, her delicate palms were collected, and the whole person was pulled from the ground.
"Hey!" Another slap in the face.
Ancient days: "..."
He was so angry that he couldn’t wait to die.
He snorted and spit out a pair of blood, and he still had two teeth: "You want to kill and be free, why should you be so humiliated?"
"Because, I just want to humiliate you." A Zhao answered with conviction.
Ancient days: "..."
He was so angry that it was a blood spurting out. He only felt that the internal organs were sore and painful that he could not pass.
Next, it is Azhao's personal show time.
Personal show theme - rub the ancient broken ceiling on the ground.
About a tea time has passed.
The ancient day is like a rag doll that has been ravaged, only half a sigh of relief, lying on the ground.
A Zhao finally stopped.
The ancient 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊 昊
"This old guy is really defensive, but I am exhausted."
古昊: "..."
He looked at the uncle and uncle who was lying on the ground and had less air intake. He fell silent.
Azhao turned around and asked him: "Do you understand?"
Gu Yu shook his head, and some groaned: "The disciples' qualifications are dull, they can't understand... the exquisite craftsmanship of the older generation."
Azhao: "...who told you to see me practicing?"
古昊: "?"
Azhao said of course: "I want to tell you that the fist is the last word."
She pointed to the ancient days, and did not hesitate to take the reverse teaching materials:
"You see, he can take your life and control your life and death, but because he is a hundred times stronger than you, it is as simple as pinching a cock."
She pointed to herself again: "But, his life is not good, and I met your predecessor."
She disdains contempt: "It's too weak, it's not too addictive."
古昊: "..."

古昊: I don't know why I am a bit square.
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