Chapter 67:

Zhang Xing looked at his hands in despair and gritted his teeth: "Guangming praise!"
Zhang Xing appeared a large basin of lightball between his hands. This is a life-saving stunt that he has condensed 80% of the magical power in his body. If the three people can't escape this blow, he can live!
This move is very powerful, and it can blow up a large pit within the range of 30 meters. Without any precaution, people can't stop the power of such an explosion!
His abacus played well, but unfortunately, he still used the wrong object.
The ghost of death drifted over, grabbed the ball of light and pinched it, and the whole ball of light was broken into pieces.
This powerful trick is also dead!
Zhang Xing’s face is white:
Bright God will not let you go!

Lu Yiqian shook his finger: "It's a pity, your light god, he is a blind man..."
Lu Hao thousand hands and fell, and decisively ended the life of Zhang Xing!
A warm stream enters the body of Lu Qianqian.
The death of Zhang Xing will definitely attract the attention of the Temple of Light. After all, Qin Guojun has a faint willingness to attack the Holy See, but he did not take action. Lu Yiqian killed the bright bishop, undoubtedly smashed the horse cell, and I am afraid that trouble will continue.
And the beam of the Temple of Light is settled!
Lu Yiqian does not regret it, once again, she will still do this!
She was such a person, she did not act deliberately, and she was determined to do something. She would not turn back when she hit the South Wall!
As soon as I arrived in Anping Town, there was more than one thing in silver. Here, it got a home.
The red brocade is also excited, where it meets the owner, is with the owner, and here is its home.
The crystal scorpion's water color is "cut" cold, but there is also a look of excitement and excitement in the look.
Wang Cai turned into a slap in the palm of his hand, standing in the palm of his hand, with great desire in his big eyes. It once had a home with his father. After his father died, the family became a huge cage.
Death is very confused: "What is home?"

The home is a warm harbor, a place where you can relax and rest.
Lu Yiqian replied.
The of death stared at Lu Qianqian, thinking seriously: "What is warm?"
This poor child, what he does every day in the world of death is to collect the soul and fight, never have the concept of home, and in the world without the sun, what does it mean to warm him.
Lu Yiqian pulled up the hand of the of death and covered his slender, soft, white little hand. She asked, "What is it?"
What is the feeling? It’s a very strange feeling. He can accurately judge the temperature of the master’s hand. However, the temperature seems to be higher than the temperature he knows. It’s a bit hot, and he keeps going up along his hand. Wherever it passes, it is like being powered. The owner's hand is really soft, quite soft, held by such a hand, with the feeling of floating in the clouds...
Death is seriously staring at Lu Qianqian's hands, thinking about a great proposition: Why is the owner's hand temperature so high, so soft?
He suddenly became more interested in the owner. Why is the owner's hair so dark, why is the owner's lips so rosy, ah, what would it feel if he touched the owner's face?
Lu Yiqian did not know that the thoughts of death had already flown elsewhere, and she was waiting for the death to answer her question.
"Missy, are you coming back?" Fu Boben came to the town to check the profitability of Chinese restaurants. He suddenly saw the figure of Missy. He was so happy that his old face was shaking, regardless of his age, and he rushed to Lu Yiqian.
Lu Haoqian took the hand of the of death and held the old butler who was too excited. The heart was filled with a little touch: "Well, I am back!"
She once thought that no one in this life would miss her returning home, but she could not think of being in the opposite world.
When Lu Yuqian’s hand was just taken away, the of death felt that his hand was empty, his warmth was gone, his hand felt cold, if this was warm... then:
Master, your place is my home!

"Ah?!" Lu Yiqian was stunned by the words of death and death. She did not carefully consider the meaning of this sentence, and Lu Jiajia took a group of people happily into the Lujia family!
Their big lady, come back!
Wei Mo was inexplicably behind Lu Yiqian. He once had a family. If the family that regarded him as a enchanting family is home, if the family that abandoned himself is a home... he looks at Lu Yuqian’s long and beautiful. The back, following up, he secretly thought that even if he followed her back in his life, he would be willing to be with her.
Where she is, is his home!
Fu Bo smiled and looked at Wei Mo and Death, and thought in his heart, we are not ordinary. When I got out of the door, I brought a beautiful son back. Although another son was covered, but look at it. That kind of temperament is definitely extraordinary!
The more you look at the more satisfied you are, the more you look at it, the more happy you are. Fu Bo smiled and said: "I am going to ask the two sons to clean up the room!" Just as the room of Missy is around, there is a room available, and Fu Bo is satisfied with the beard. I thought about it with pleasure.
After eating and washing, Lu Haoqian sat on the bed, and consciousness gradually sank.
The stars stood on the undulating seashore and stood facing her, the sky above the sea was surging!
The sea, the sky, this scene is not open and moving, the pride will be born from the scene, can not be suppressed!
The star turned around and looked at Lu Yiqian with great satisfaction. This woman is talented and talented, her talent is outstanding, her life is only seen, and her temperament is incomparable with the world. In just a few months, she will be the first in the world. The style of raw water is trained.
This is what he did not expect.