Qingliu Feng held his breath, bergamot, it really came to fruition.

Suddenly, ecstasy almost wiped out his senses, and he took a deep breath, excited and worried at the same time as he could imagine it.

Excited is that Lan Shengxue's eyes are saved, and what is worried is that Wuyin is guarding outside the cave, what can I do?

It seems that there is still a little bit of effort, and the bergamot is about to bear fruit, and the fruit of the bergamot that has just been produced is the best and the greatest.

Although he needs the leaves of the bergamot to cure Qing'er, after the fruit is completed, it is best to take the fruit in the shortest possible time.

What to do?

Lan Shengxue is currently in production, and there is a silent tiger eyeing outside, how can the fruit of this bergamot flower be delivered to Lan Shengxue's hands?

Qing Liufeng gradually came out of the cave, looking preoccupied, but in the face of the sudden darkness/sky/envoy/, he could only fight again.

Zetian quietly approached him while dealing with the black/sky/make/, "How's the situation?"

"Bergamot is about to bear fruit and ripen. ”

Zetian: "......"

He was almost the same as Qing Liufeng's worries, how could the fruit of the bergamot be handed over to Lan Shengxue?

That's right!

Clear sky, in the other courtyard, the clear sky isn't there, shouldn't he be busy now, right?

"Prince, I'll take it here, you go to the courtyard and call Luo Qingtian over, go and !!"

Qingliu Feng flashed, Ze Tian deceived him, due to the large number of people in the black / sky / envoy, Ze Tian accidentally was injured by the golden gong in the hand of the black / sky / envoy, Ze Tian ignored it, "Go quickly! It's too late." ”

Qing Liufeng glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the courtyard.

Silently, I heard the conversation between the two people, "The fruit of bergamot is ripe?!"

She laughed wildly, the purpose of her coming today was for bergamot, so that she didn't want to endure the torture of three years, life is worse than death.

She walked vigorously, with coldness at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, "Sunset, dead animals! ”

Brute?

Zetian's heart trembled, silent, you are dead!

Dare to say that about his master.

If the eyes could kill, the trickery Qiu Xi would have stared at the silent eight hundred times a long time ago, who is this dead old witch scolding?!

The little teacup secretly raised its eyebrows, the beast in its silent mouth, but what it said?

Good, good.

At the same time as the silent voice fell, a group of horizontal hands, a sharp palm, forced towards the sunset door, the sunset dodged sideways, but because the silent power was too strong, it spread to the abdomen, and suddenly, the abdomen of the sunset flowed blood.

Immediately afterwards, Wuyin aimed at the petite body of the small teacup, "All for this king to die!"

The little teacup's cold eyes widened, and when the silent power ball swept towards him, the little paw raised slightly, and a blood-red light emanated from its small body, and suddenly met the silent power request.

The streamer is flying, and the momentum is monstrous.

This side seems to be shaking faintly.

The light was exhausted, and as soon as it fell, Wuyin did not hurt the small teacup, and the small teacup did not hurt Wuyin.

One person, one move, the coefficient is exhausted.

Wuyin's heart was shocked, this little thing was really strong, and even she was a little smacked.

The little teacup snorted coldly, if it weren't for the fact that it could only be in this small body, and a part of its strength could not be exerted, and the current Wuyin would be unscathed?

Today, Wuyin scolded him, he will definitely make Wuyin pay the price of blood!

Dare to rob the baby's mother's things?

Did she think she had lived too long and wanted to die?

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