: 3000 爹爹, is the mother saved us (2) (seeking tickets)

Mu Yunyun's feminine smile on his face, suddenly jumped on a hill, watching the sky with death, his face suddenly and sly, and suddenly stunned.
All the devils heard the bell, as if they had heard any instructions, and they were all in the same place.
The old man stood up from the ground with trepidation and muttered: "Is it wrong? That is... that is the ghost clock."
The ghost clock has no wind and self-sounding, only when the music teacher advances.
It’s the last time the ghost bell rings, but after a year, how come? How could it sound for the third time?
This thought has just flashed.
A ray of light slammed from the vast north of the earth, rushing into the sky, bursting in the air.
It was already the night of the celestial continent, and suddenly it was as bright as white.
Under the glory, the ghosts on the mainland are raging, the corpses are everywhere, and the scenes of blood and are like a glimpse.
The sudden sound of the bell, and the radiant light, seemed to put all of this on time.
Whether it is a man or a ghost, he looks up and looks at the sky in the north.
There was a huge silver moon rising slowly there.
Nine 璀璨 stars, around the silver moon, slowly rotate, the stars and moons are connected.
"Nine stars for a month, once again, nine stars for a month!"
There is a melodious music echo between the heavens and the earth.
It is like a gentle hand, gently touching every devastated soul.
The rain of the patter did not know when it fell from the sky.
......
Jun Haotian reached out and caught the raindrops dripping from the air.
The rain wire infiltrates into the body, and the magic core in the body begins to rotate at a high speed. The original depleted magic source has gradually been added back.
But Jun Tiantian seems to have no concern for his body.
He leaned his head slightly, listening to the sound of the piano floating in his ear, and a hint of doubt in his eyes.
This piano sound seems familiar, he... Where did he hear it?
......
Xiaobao stared up in a dull manner, letting the white rain of the white wet his face.
Under the washing of the rain, the tiny wounds on the body heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sword of evil spirits that has lost its glory in the hand, once again screams.
After the crack in the sword was infiltrated by the rain, it emitted a faint fluorescence and began to disappear gradually.
On the ground, the old man left only the hands that burned the bones and re-long the bleeding.
The shadow charm also slowly opened his eyes in the arms of the cold night, and was tightly embraced by the cold night.
Xiaobao looks at the emperor in front of him.
I saw the huge blood hole in his chest and he was healing quickly.
The mellow energy surrounds him, and the silk smashes into him.
Oh, it won't die!
Evil spirits will not disappear, and everyone will not die!
Because someone is guarding him and protecting him.
Even if there are thousands of miles apart, even if they are in two worlds, this has never changed.
Suddenly, the tears that have been lingering for a long time can no longer be tolerated, and rushing from the eyelids.
"It’s a mother!" Xiao Bao slammed into the emperor’s arms, and wowed, crying.
Hey, is it that the mother saved us?

Emperor looked at the virtual ring in his hand.
As the rain fell, surrounded by the body, countless gods poured into the body.
The wound on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His strength is recovering quickly.
The emperor looked at it and couldn't help but smile.
Helpless, sweet and sweet.
Jun Muyan is Jun Muyan.
Never a weak, need to protect the silk flower.
She can overcome all the difficulties in the world and even protect him in turn.