Yu Yuzhi said, the phenomenon of the evil saint and the evil saint Zhi will always exist in the nest of nests. Niyogda is typical, but it is sluggish.

Chaos in the chaos of Nia, Ratotip, and the explosion of germanium, Ketugya, and grievances.

It has been a long time since the flood has passed, and even which Fen has preserved the ancient scrolls, the secret masters, priests, and evil artists have been grudging and grudging. The relationship between the two guards in the old days was very bad.

Jian Xun mourned Zhi, and Naiya was a hairwright, and Ketugea was not allowed to make it a haircut. Uktugga is gone, and Naia is desperate to let it fall.

With this kind of relationship, Naia's Joan of Arc Treasure is slightly contemptuous.

-- The Drought Evil Sun Zhi Saint Qi Flame, it has long tasted the Hundred Thousand Tons.

'Wang Mu, how can you make a bet?' ’

"Say it?"

'Guan Guan Huani first found the Holy Grail, and then lay down to take prisoner Sun Sheng Nuzhi and tortured it. Naia said with a sigh of relief.

'If you win, after the sanctification ceremony, the king will let the king lay down and dominate the whole night! ’

"Don't be too obsessed with heroes, torture Zhiliu and let it be asked, Your Majesty." Wang Mu sighed.

"Who is going to win?"

'Hey, hey......'

Naiya's tone was not shy, and he was shy, and the evil saint Baifenzhi Baiken was pretending to be scarce.

It is shy to see ghosts and ghosts.

'Wang Muni wins, Naia lets Ni dominate the whole night, what does Du Keyi do?' Carefully Ye Yiyi, this Ke Xiang dominated the evil saint of the One Guardian Pavilion all night, which group of priests and secret masters dared to squirm and sneer? ’

…… What's the difference?!

Wang Mujian shook his head.

"Bet on Cole, bet on Ko Yiba."

'What?! ’

"Lying on the ground."

‘……’

Swinging a little falsehood, Naphilia snorted to clean up the germanium double-garment, which only lingered for a few nights and muttered exhaustion and regret. In terms of quality, Wang Mu has long been out of the realm of other categories.

At this point, Naia was so stubborn, Wang Mu said that this was a tactful refusal of love.

‘…… He said that he had been lying down several times, and he had turned into a little bit of a sloppy one, and what was it that Wang Mu Ni believed in. ’

It's muttering, and it's really not so bad.

Wang Muku, the sister of the evil saint, has a very good grasp of it.

"What kind of topic is the one who is going to fall down this mile, and I am lying down to find ......"

The black-haired chatter was chattering, and the footsteps were coming.

Jue and Xuan, the long slope of the Zhizhi Pi, the Dongmu City of the Tang Standing Mile. The moon should be burned, and the top of the hall is plated with a layer of faint brilliance, showing that the Fen Holy Saint is sage.

Ah, the question is this mile.

The black-haired chick plucked out the scarf Naia and gave it to the navigator, the black balls were shocking, the water rippled, and the tentacles of the black were like children, pointing to the hall.

“…… Joy, Guan Qilai gambled about the victory. ”

Wang Mule was happy, and after hanging up the Lingzhi language, he said that Dongmu City was in the hall.

- Holy neodymium sips the hall, and the combination of the concoction burns and picks up the fen. E-book house

……

In Europe, the hall closes around eight o'clock in the afternoon, and the winter is still choking.

Mourning Feng Liqian served in the hall.

This Wei Yan is deeply lonely and fragile at night, and the time is still alive and well, and this long history and hall make the night occasionally squeeze the door, and the Lamb prays. Passing through the peak of the condolence, the Liqian Tomb is the Present Pavilion, and the Sorrow is also a late beggar.

The Holy Grail War is full of regularities, heroes are raging, the Heroes are wreaking havoc, the Heroes are coming and going, and the miles are full of cumbersome and complicated disasters, and this Basket is closed at the end of the night.

Pushing the wooden door of the hall, Wang Muqi's steps were swept by a view, and he was holding a veil and a long neodymium to stop him.

"This Wei Xianxuan, I'm sorry, I'm ......sorry, I'm

"Come and pray and repent, and come and take things."

Wang Mule said oh, and after burning, he set a curtain to block the way, and a long wooden chair in the hall sat down.

"Let the condolence Feng Liqian come to sleep."

“……”

It is very clear what is the material of the herb and what is said in this way.

Talking about what is the sorrow, the priest of the peak is in a hurry, and the priest of the peak is obviously burning the coffin to support it in the bedroom of this concubine hall, and it is with a strong explanation of the concubine.

"Priest Wai Feng's illness, what is the urgency of Gyoni, Ke Yi will tell the priest of Mourning Peak in detail, and Lie down to convey it to Priest Mourning Peak."

"Huh."

Wang Mu nodded.

"There is no such thing as a child."

The neodymium was still stunned for a moment, and behind it, it was a few twists and twists.

It was covered with purple nails, as if the Netherworld was stretching out its claws to smash the vicious ghost's claws, tearing apart the shards of the guard.

"Please!"

Shi Shu was cut off, Wang Mu Xuan glanced at the sound of the sound of the pass, which Wei Xuan Xuan noticed what kind of strength he was up, and after turning around, he screamed and fainted.

Non-special members are not particularly brave.

Wang Mu's eyes were like this.

Pure golden pupils, the sight of Ke is afraid of the scene, and it is still quiet.

"Karen, are you still scared to see you?"

It burns and greets.

Kalian. Ao Dai Ya took a few steps, squatted on the side of the neodymium, and replied after confirming that there was nothing in the way.

"And how to be, to choke after the defeat of Nizy." It said, "Grandfather did see Ni, and he was in charge of this time, and he was in charge of it, and he asked Ni to visit him at this time. Come, Yu Xiang is familiar with Wang Mu Xian Xuan? ”

"It's true."

Ji Qi is a bad guy, and Wang Mu is choked and likes to sip on the young age.

"Where, Karen, return the lying thing to Laiba—the Holy Grail."

The black-haired chick was happy to say it. He helped Calendon to help him grow up, and after he burned, he continued to lean against the other bench of the coma.

"Niver Burns the Holy Grail of Senga."

"Hmm."

The whole mile was almost a mile away, Kalian smoothed the hem of the skirt and folded it, and sat close to the king of the pasture.

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