Vol 4 Chapter 170: Four letters of small white flowers (on)

A golden light descended from the sky at the right time and fell on Sima Xian. I don't know which powerful pastor is paying attention to this situation and gave him very effective treatment.
The female magician clenched her teeth and looked at the bald man in front of her eyes. After a long while, she suddenly grabbed Sima Xian’s neck and slammed it to his mouth.
This is really too sudden, coupled with the weakness of Sima Xian's body, actually did not escape, was kissed.
At this moment, Sima Xian’s mind thinks: What can I do with my little white flowers?
The kiss came quickly and went fast. The female magician suddenly raised his head and was full of domineering words: "I don't care what you have, the white flowers are not small white flowers, the old lady will follow you, don't do it."
"But I already have a heart..." Sima Xianyi said in words.
The female magician snorted with disdain. "The old lady only needs your heart if you have the flesh."
"I……"
Sima Xiansu no longer spoke, because he didn’t know what to say at all. The woman picked up and the man couldn’t match it anyway.
In fact, his appearance is rough, but his heart is very delicate, he can feel some thoughts of this female magician. Under her embarrassing appearance, she actually hides the inner tremor and the fear of war.
She just hopes to find a reliable one.
This dog's war on the day, the holy day of the dog's day!
Looking at Sima Xian's eyes, the female magician gradually calmed down, leaning against him, muttering whispered: "I'm sorry.
Sima Xian raised her hand and grabbed her shoulder. "It's okay, it's you who suffer. If you pass, it will pass."
The female magician’s eyes were a little moist. She suddenly looked up and looked at him.
If your little white flower doesn’t want you, can I be with you? I’m really honest. At least you are a strong man.

Sima Xian did not say anything, and the light flashed on his hand, and several sheepskin scrolls appeared in the mastery. His gaze became gentle as well.
The female magician no longer spoke. When she saw Sima Xian looking at the eyes of the sheepskin scroll, she understood that she could not squeeze into the man's heart.
Sima Xian carefully opened a sheepskin scroll and looked at it.
There are a total of four sheepskin reels, each of which is well preserved and has no damage.
The first one: "Bastard, you know that I don't want you to call me a little white flower. I hate you and hate you." But if you dare to die on the front line, I will always hate you. You have to give me alive to come back. No matter how long. Also, write back to me. If you can't receive your next letter within three months, the old lady will marry immediately, and you will not be rested."
Sima Xian also clearly remembers the feeling of mixed feelings when he saw this first letter. She wrote back to me, she let me go back alive. She said she would marry if she could not see my letter. She cares about me! Even he did not know how much power and courage this letter brought him. But what he can be sure of is that he would not be able to break through the seventh order so smoothly without the four sheepskin reels in his hand.
The second one: "There is hope in life."
Yes, the second one is such a simple sentence, because at that time Sima Xian wrote to him the reply of the little white flower, you care about me, do you like me? Then do I have a chance?
The third one: "Do you think that I am fierce? If you are not afraid of me hitting you, yelling at you, come see me after the end of the holy war. If you choose between me and your hunting demon, Who will you choose?"
When receiving the third letter, Sima Xian struggled for a long time, and the original good mood was all replaced by violent. At that time, he was particularly violent on the battlefield. In his reply to Feng Linger, he only wrote three simple words: the hunting magic group.
Yes, he likes Feng Linger, love at first sight, and even some hopeless, but this love can not shake his faith.
Feng Linger’s fourth letter came quickly and is the last one so far.
I found out that I really started to like you because I like to have a persistent man and train your muscles to be strong. I don't want to sneak around, maybe, after a few days, I will go see you. As long as you are alive, I will give you a chance to go..."
Exorcism off the Assassin Temple.
"Oh." The dexterous figure was twisted in the air, floating down, but when it fell on the ground, it was not very stable at the foot, and it was barely stable after a few steps. The huge sickle in his hand swept out, but the target was a void in front.
"叮" is a crisp sound, but this time the sound is much longer, the whole body is shocked, the sickle in the hand is already flying away, she is also a cockroach, sitting down to the ground.
A cold light appeared silently in front of her, pointing at her throat, making her skin shudder.
The cold light converges, and the old voice sounds. "It's very good. It can last for half an hour under my attack. It can't continue to resist until the spiritual power is exhausted. In the seventh order, your combat skills have already won the assassin. The temple is over."
Picking up the hands and holding the ground up, the forehead is already sweaty, some spoiled to the holy month: "Zeng Zu, you are too serious. I am exhausted." As she said, she will fall next to the giant The sickle smashed.
This is obviously not her slashing knife, but it is made of metal in the same size. After all, in the process of driving the death of the sick, it is very likely that the children will not be able to control their hands.
The holy month shook his head and shook his head.
He looked at him with a puzzled look and said: "Zeng Zu, what's wrong with you? You didn't just praise me for learning fast, how is the skill?"
The Holy Month smiled and walked up to her and touched her head. "Your strength is very good. But you have lost what the assassin should have."
"What is it?"
"murderous look."
The child took a nap and said: "How can I get murderous?"
Holy Moon Road: "The assassin's murderousness is in the bones. It was cultivated from an early age. You lost your previous memory and lost your original killing. During the battle, when the assassin was strongest, it was bursting from silence. The strongest murderousness of oneself, applied to the attacking skills, and the enemy is hit hard by the blow."
The children took a lame, "It’s not too late to train, but you won’t let me join the battlefield, don’t kill the enemy, how to cultivate murderous!

In the eyes of the Holy Moon, a trace of contradictory figure was revealed, and a sigh, "I can't bear it! At the beginning, when you were still very young, I sent you to the sword of reincarnation. At that time, I fell down and ignored. Your parents’ request. However, when the time has passed, your amnesia has lost your murderousness, but you have also recovered your innocence and recovered your happiness. Zeng Zu really can’t bear to let you change back to the previous way. How good, I hope that you will be happy forever."
Caier’s eyes widened and said:
But, you are not saying, I am a reincarnation of the saint, will you shoulder the mission of reincarnation of the saint? And, I have to help the morning! For a year, he does not know. Come see me, really."
The Holy Month smiled and said: "Stupid girl. This can not blame him. This morning, the child shoulders more responsibility than you. His pressure is greater. If you want him to be good, then later I must do his best, and I believe that as long as you give you enough time, with your talent, in the near future, we will be able to lead our coalition army to counter the Mozu."
The eyes of Caier have faded down. For a year, she does not know how many times she has worked hard, hoping to restore her memory. It can be counterproductive, no matter how hard she tries, she just can't think of it, even the traces of finding memories can't be done.
The exorcism is her home. After returning to this place, the guilt in her heart gradually disappeared under the concern of her ancestors and parents. As it turns out, she is the most correct to stay here. Apart from seeing Long Haochen, she has been full and happy this year. Not only have the previous strengths all recovered, but the cultivation has made great progress. The inner spiritual power has exceeded 20,000, and it has gone straight to the eighth.
"Zeng Zu, let's come again. Even if I am not murderous, as long as the strength is enough, the same is true. Moreover, the problem of murder can be made up by my death slash! Whenever I hold the slashing knife, I feel like I am Changed like a person, all fears will naturally disappear."
Holy Month silently nodded. "No hurry, you should restore your spiritual power first. Picking up children, soon after, I am afraid you really want to go to the battlefield, Zengzu will be with you. Are you willing? If you don't want, Zengzu It won't force you. But if you want to help Long Haochen in the future, then this is your only choice."
Caier did not hesitate: "Zeng Zu, I am willing, I will help him."
The holy month touched her head again, and my heart was full of compassion. His heart was a little chaotic, and it seemed to be more uncomfortable than when he was extremely indifferent to him.
Knight's Temple. Royal Dragon Pass.
The golden light shone, and the dragon took a step in the morning, and the illusory light around it all converge, and finally returned to the real world.
I finally came out of the magic hole, and even he did not know how long it took to go from the moment he entered the magic hole. But once again, back to the real world, he has a new look, and the whole person is like a reborn.
The soft light element beats cheerfully around his body. The change of Long Haochen is really big. He grows taller and his shoulders are wider. But it is not the kind of exaggerated and robust, and the whole noon gives people a very soft and harmonious feeling. Whether it is the line of the face or the muscle line of the body, it is like a heaven and earth.
Seek monthly ticket, recommended ticket. Below is the time for our little dragon.
Hey. (To be continued)