The woman is of medium size, with wide shoulders and thin shoulders, plump breasts and buttocks, and her silhouette against the moonlight is like a gourd; her gorgeous waist embroidered with red and gold embroidered, stretching out an exaggerated bee waist curve, and her fertile breasts are about to overflow her collar. There are no close-fitting clothes such as a bellyband inside, and she is naked under the black robe.
He was naked with two snow feet with beautiful tibia and flat toes, but he stepped on the eaves without much mud and grass clippings. He let his deep garment with black silk and red curly hem wrap his plump lower body into an attractive fish tail.
The skirt was wrapped like this, and the feathered god was wondering how she was surrounded by the roof. Seeing the woman's delicate body slightly sideways, her whole beautiful legs were exposed from the intersection of the robe. The lines were slender and straight, and the proportions were excellent. Although her crisp thighs were fleshy, they were not as strong as girls. They had more indescribable lust and charm, and were definitely not comparable to those of Ai Ke.
The open lapel was loose and almost slipped to the shoulders, so that most of the breasts were exposed. It turned out that the woman was wearing the curved hem clothes with the hook edges of the serpent and hooks as a bathrobe. When she wrapped her waist, she would not say that there was no trace of her bottom of the robe. Even in her every move, she would inevitably reveal the spring scenery, which would make people feast their eyes.
However, this casual sexiness has been like this since she was young, and it is difficult to judge whether it is deliberately seduced.
But she has the kind of temperament that is fascinated by being obsessed with her as soon as she is obsessed with her, and it is not surprising that she does anything.
I still remember the passion that year. Every time I entered the door, the young woman would pounce on her like a lioness, and she would not take off her clothes. She had to gallop on him, or she was pressed on the door and rushed hard. She would put her hands on her and be filled with tender vaginas. She would be willing to rub her hands and untied her clothes and courtship. She would be like an ordinary adulterer and mistress, along the traces of joy that were biting and falling, sprinkling the semen that flowed out of her pussy all over the room - the feathered sheep god would not use sex to describe herself, but the young woman's graceful body and the passion and intense need to be so crazy that he was probably the only bed experience he would remember and even couldn't help but savor it again and again. It is still the case now.
Unfortunately, the darkness of the time is no longer the carnival and unsightly bee that had grown into a terrible poison that he could not recognize.
The feathered god can use her and drive her, but it is just borrowing the weakness of human nature; if it is too close, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be stinged to death by this indescribable and capricious female scorpion.
Stinging is her instinct, and she can't control herself.
Motherhood is an important part of human nature, but when she was pregnant with Mo Ting, she was Mo Ting's age now. She was very distant after giving birth, and the woman was very willful and ignored the life and death of others. The God of Feathers did not think that her maternal love for Mo Ting was enough to be used as a handle.
What he used was her self-righteousness and her instinct to sting everything.The trip tonight is particularly important.
The woman's sarcastic vision was like a real sword. The God of Feathers estimated that her patience was almost the same, clearing her throat.
Tonight is ‘?I don’t want to go deep into the underground palace and catch turtles in the jar, so I just come and see what happened to that guy.After all, the treasure in his head is priceless, and I have great expectations for Ling Yanzhi.
Mo Zhi smiled.
She has a charming body of a beauty, but she has a girl-like infancy face, bright big eyes, a round little face the size of a peach and a palm-sized face, and when she smiles, there is a shallow dimples on the corner of her mouth, not to mention the white and red skin... The bright and brilliant appearance of her youth has become a reason for her age, and she takes advantage of it. She hates the injustice of creation, and there is such a divine favor in the world.
In fact, time is not unique.
Looking at her waist, you can still see the plumpness of a mature woman. Compared with the plump girl, the difference between the two is significant.
It is only because of its wide shoulders and long legs, and its plump breasts and fat buttocks that it shows that its waist is as concave as a bee and its body is graceful.
The same goes for the face.
After all, the corners of the mouth and the eyebrows left corresponding traces of time, and the neck was not as thin as a girl, but the flesh was just right, exuding the charm of a half-old woman; but the smiles and eyebrows were raised, and there was an indescribable girlish feeling, as if the mind and nature had not changed since the age of nineteen. The smile and dimples smiled slightly, as if time stagnated, and it was swaying from memory, still bright and innocent, and indifferent.
If the feathered sheep god loved her, he might fall into it and be unable to extricate himself. This can be said to be the most terrifying mimetic that poisonous flowers can evolve into as insects.
He respects the transformation of women from the bottom of his heart and dares not ignore it at all.
Unfortunately, she is a smart tool, at most it comes with the function of a toy.
Although playing with her is no less fun than using the tools, it is very satisfying and an additional surprise, from the past to the present.
The girl in black who was carefully tempted and focused on awakening the old man's memories was still vaguely as her mother's eyes, and her cheeks were even more erect. She could tell whose daughter she was at a glance.
But Mo Ting's melon-shaped face was slightly longer than her mother and her figure was taller. Her simple black body covered her proud breasts and breasts inherited from her mother. She only wrapped her waist and waist, making her look slimmer. Her waist and hip curves when she sat slanted were particularly charming, just like a jade statue of Guanyin.
...'Ling'?
Mo Zhiyi's chuckling pulled his attention back.
It would be too sad to hear me say, ‘She is also your daughter’.If you say it a thousand times or ten thousand times, she will not be your daughter.Ting'er is mine.She is my own daughter.
The feathered god looked back at the woman with a little compassion, as if he was looking at the giant baby who had grown up and was sitting and crying and lying on her side, and didn't know what to do with her.
Su Niang, Ting'er is also my flesh and blood.A woman cannot give birth to a child alone, so why bother saying such things?
I have no intention of taking her away from you, nor can I take her away.Ting'er is premature and does not need a person who has not fulfilled his responsibilities for one day in the past nineteen years, and is called his father.If she hadn't been the only one in the world in her research on the nightmare and had to rely on her to treat that guy, she and I would never meet each other, let alone recognize each other.
Don't call that name.When I knew you, I was already ‘don’t hold on to you’. You never knew Su Niang, so you were less passionate.
The beautiful woman pointed at the pretty girl under the eaves and snorted coldly: How can she be considered as Lu Qisan's daughter, she is the legitimate descendant of the Mo family in Qizhou, the future "Mo Zhiyi", and is not an illegitimate daughter of unknown origin.Don’t think that it’s not airtight when you have private contact with Ting’er, and be honest, without knowing it.
Her fingers are slender, as if they are jade bamboo shoots, her nails are coated with bright purple elixir, and the complex patterns of gold silk bracelets spread from the wrist, back of her hands to the base of her fingers, wrapping like a snake; the same jewelry is all about the left hand, ankle, and calves, which makes her skin look crisp and bright, and she is particularly energetic.
The feathered sheep smiled faintly.
I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I haven't said it yet.This secret book is said to involve the realm of consciousness and should be helpful in restoring the missing memory of that guy.If you don’t want me to give it to Ting’er, the same is true for you.Take out a new copy of the cluster, with the cover of the three characters "Soul Picking Hand" written on the cover is solid paper, and the inner page is smooth and tough mica skin, which is resistant to moisture and not easy to crepe. It can be made of nails. It is the most suitable as a reference book that needs to be read frequently.
Mo Zhi didn't even look at the secret book at all. He raised his eyes and squinted his smile, his sly expression was as cute as a girl, and he was not like a woman in her forty years.
When you seduced me, you used this method. After twenty years, you have not made any progress.Unfortunately, this soul-picking hand is not "Wind and Thunder One"?》, Ting'er is not me either, she does not have the ruthlessness that must be practiced.I want to catch that dead girl and take the bait. I really should let you try it. Look at the grimy bear you touch, it must be very interesting.She smiled at herself, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were full. It seemed that under the moon, she was both pretty and beautiful, making people excited.
Before the man in black was able to react, the beautiful woman with a girl's face and a beautiful figure and a seductive figure were used together. She held a proud snow-white milk melon between her arms, and crawled closer like a dog. Her fat buttocks made her curved her skirt smooth and full, like a black moon twisting behind her waist, swaying with a graceful posture; her red lips slightly opened, and the sound of her breath was so crisp that she wanted to jump up and peel her up, and she could only practice the Dharma on the spot.
...I want a wife and daughter, right?Since that's the case, I shouldn't have just fucked me and never married me.
Deserve it! The feathered god was slightly stunned, and then raised the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the cover of the scarf covering his nose, the damp and heat discomfort reminded him and he almost laughed out loud. I really can't underestimate a woman's sixth sense. The only one who had ever wanted to marry her in this life was the only woman in front of him. If you don't continue to make trouble in the future, or want to find a unique way of dying, then the most suitable option has not changed so far. Mo Zhiyi can be regarded as the woman who best matches him.
If I hadn't known her very much, I would have been mistakenly thinking that Mo Zhiyi still had feelings for him.She has always been obsessed with older and powerful men, and Lu Qisan, who cultivated her and later even married her, is the best example.
As the leader of the word "Du" series, Lu Qisan has the persistence and stubbornness of studying the scriptures. He only has the eyes to study things and learn about everything else, and is not interested in everything else.
Cultivating the daughter of Mo family in Qizhou and marrying her was one thing for Lu Qisan, in order to keep the Mo family's Su Ni needle, Ming Tiao Xu Duanqiu's ointment and "Ran Deng Xu Ming Sanqi Sutra" firmly in his hands, so as not to fall into the hands of other nine cultivators; as for Mo Zhiyi, who is named Su Niang, is a peerless beauty or a sow, there is no difference between him.
The Feathered God initially wanted to give Lu Qisanyi a cuckold to wear, just to understand the spirit.
The beautiful woman with beautiful face and white bones on her mouth. She is so beautiful and capable, and her young wife who is from a famous family and has such a beautiful family, can she really be like a sow, but she is just a piece of meat?
He was so angry that he didn't even make a fuss, so he wanted to tease him hard and give him some color.
Besides, Lu Qisan really looked down on him.
If it were not for the sake of the man's mediation, the word "earth" means a great family and a great cause, and it has become a hidden climate on the surface. It must not be condescending to be equal and form an alliance with the word "wood".
Among the three systems of this sect, the strongest strength in the Golden Characters series, and the ancestral teachings of the first-class single-passing one-class elites are all elites. When the Flying Armor Mingguang broke Yangzi, it reached the top: this person provoked a dispute between good and evil with one hand, and controlled the bilateral camp with Fengtian Chuan Yu Palace and Xiaoyao Hehuan Hall, almost a generation of martial arts heroes. In the end, he was defeated by Qingfeng's hand, and the two cities' strange plan was still left behind, waiting for an opportunity to make a new wave of the storm.
Unexpectedly, human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. Seeds of the golden character have fallen one after another, and they are finally passed down. This has hardly ever happened in the inheritance for hundreds of years. It can only be considered as a punishment for heaven that is prosperous and declining.
Since the beginning of his career in creating "The Magical Art of Desire", the character "Tu" has completely abandoned the Yijiao legend of fighting alone and worked together to seek breakthroughs.
After all, no matter whether it is martial arts or medical skills, even if a talented person is born, it is difficult to achieve success in one generation. Only by gathering resources and passing on failed experiences can future generations take another detour.
Zhuan Yangzi also has a lot of help from the word "Divine Arts". At least before the great success of "The Magical Art of Desire" and there is a feasible skill to rob, there is no need to turn against each other.
Compared with the two types of metal and earth, the word "Mu" is simply unremarkable. It has neither adhered to the traditions of this school nor has the ambition to break through and establish a great foundation. The seeds are scattered everywhere and are reluctant to pay attention to it.
Without harvest, it is not a crop but a barnyard weed, which is really useless.
Until the man appeared, even the arrogant Lu Qisan had to sell his face and belonged to the same camp as the wood-word waste he had always looked down upon. Lu Qisan had quite a complaint about this. The feathered sheep god who was in charge of the intercourse was in charge of the intercourse. However, he had a lot of slap in the real power of the genus Jiu Ni Xiu.
As a reward for his service, the man plundered all the mechanism maps, military and armor resources from the golden characters to the feathered god, and the strongholds that Zhuan Yangzi had not been cracked by the seven major sects of the righteous path.
In addition to the protective identity that the Feathered God had worked hard for many years, he gradually had people under his command, and had money and resources, and could see a greater plan, no longer hiding alone and waiting for the opportunity, worrying about when his true body would be destroyed, and he would be caught and killed and cut off.
Lu Qisan had a higher position in the camp and made greater contributions. In the subsequent turmoil that shocked the entire East China Martial Arts World, several key drugs were obviously taken by Lu Qisan.
If it hadn't been eliminated earlier, the Chitu Jiu Ni Xiu, who was loyal to him, perhaps the one who drove the turmoil would not be the feathered god, but the word "Du".
To be fair, I didn't think too much about teasing Mo Zhi for a while. I simply disliked Lu Qisan and was fascinated by the beauty of the girl, but unexpectedly opened another peak in my conspiracy career.
But when it comes to the most surprising thing, he first pointed out that when he had an affair with Mo Zhiyi, he actually broke the melon for her - Lu Qisan didn't know whether it was a man who was so handsome or he really had no interest in intercourse, so he didn't get involved in the beauty.
Mo Ting can only be his daughter, not to mention what happened later, Mo Zhiyi was indeed the only man, and Mo Ting's slim figure looked very similar to him.
I heard that your taste has changed and you like young and strong little hairs.He took the opportunity to take "Soul Picking Hand" back into his collar, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.
People like me have long lost the idea of starting a family.I won't tell Ting'er anything irrelevant, don't worry.
The Feathered God had no intention of handing over "Soul Picking Hand". Mo Zhiyi was not Mo Ting, so it is hard to guarantee that he would not see the clues.
This carefully copied secret book was just a prop, which made Mo Zhiyi see the strong fatherly love he tried to hide but still burst out from the details, which made the woman feel despised, thinking that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and she continued to stay patiently, hoping that he would show all kinds of ugly things.
This is not good for Mo Zhiyi, but she cannot resist the superiority that is above him.This deeply tempted her.
Seeing that he had no intention of going further, the beautiful woman flashed a little disappointed when she saw that her pretty face was swept away, but she just suddenly appeared and disappeared. She stood up and dusted her skirt, and smiled happily: I don’t care what you like to say.Ruoting'er asked me something strange, and I told her the true identity of the "Feathered God".Before jumping off the wall, I suddenly remembered something, and Zhi Yi smiled and said: I can’t finish the work tonight alone, and I will take Ting'er there.I met you by chance, so I will tell you.
The feathered sheep god's eyes sharpened and his sparse eyebrows frowned.
...Don't involve my daughter!
It's my daughter, not your daughter.
Mo Zhi smiled and said: I won’t tell her anything, but repairing the film in the female vagina is a fine job. I can’t finish it alone. I can keep my mouth shut with this time. At the moment, I only know her.Or do you have other ways to silence it if you finish it?
The doctor recognizes people, but it is the bone-like eyes and complexion, which cannot be covered with a black scarf.
Whether it is this night clothes or the dead sheep-headed outfit, I advise you not to let Ting'er see it. Otherwise, your daughter will be exposed in the future, and your conspirator will end up being too miserable.The murderous aura appeared and disappeared from the eyes of the feathered goat god, and then returned to calmness.
Is this your reason to reject the feathered sheep?
Mo Zheng held a scent of his shoulders and leaped down from the wall, as if he was light and a little like a cat demon; when he walked out of the shadow of the wall, Xuezuo slapped his tall wooden clogs, and he clasped his feet to the main door of the Yilu, and he didn't see her knocking on the door knocker, and she pushed open a crack in her hand, showing that she was familiar with the door.
At this moment, a small sound came from the bamboo bushes not far away.
──Someone!
The feathered sheep god and Mo Zhiyi turned their heads at the same time. In the next moment, there was no one outside the eaves and corner gate. There was a pair of small wooden clogs standing outside the half-open gate of the Medical House. The one on the left fell slightly, as if the Buddha threw a line in front of him.
The feathered sheep god used his light skills and ran through the forest paths. Although the path was slightly curved, it was mostly maintained at the front line and was easy to accelerate. Even so, the visitor was always outside the range of sight, and it was inferred from the sound of the forest. The man not only did not run straight, but was afraid that he would fly high and low, and he would not stop changing the azimuth to avoid Mo Zhiyi's hidden weapon. The attainment of light skills was incredible.
When he was talking to the woman on the eaves, he used the method of transmitting the voice to the secret, unless the man stood between the two, and he was not afraid of the content being heard.
However, with the cultivation level of the Feathered Sheep God and Mo Zhiyi, the leader of the current Nine Reverse Cultivation of the Chitu Nine Rebellion, he did not find someone lurking not far away. The person who came was not a master of the three talents and five peaks, and he must be a powerful man. How could he do such a slut?
The feathered god quickly passed a list, with those he feared and feared, and those who could only run away when they met, but the masters outside the visual range did not meet any of the characteristics on the list.
He slowed down and untied the handle of the whip around his waist in his hand. The vastness of the bamboo forest was not enough for the three of them to chase after him for a moment. His vision suddenly widened in the blink of an eye, and there was no more forest cover on both sides.
(It's now!)
The whip tip swept, and it seemed to be empty, but the figure in the air in the distance flipped, and the ghostly agility suddenly disappeared. Three silver lights hit the black shadow in one stroke, causing the man to arch his back and fall, and rolled two turns to the ground to support him again.
The black and white figures crossed the feathered sheep god with the fragrance wind. The black one was the robe and the white one was the snow muscles. Mo Zheng grabbed the person behind him, and his white wrists shook, and the golden silk wrapped around his fingers flew out, making him look like a snake!
Within this distance, even a first-class expert could not avoid it. He saw the golden silk running through his back, and he would return to the jewelry on his fingers and wrists.
Su Ni needle, known as the leader of the world's needles, is not only a holy weapon to save the world and save people, but also an extremely killing weapon that takes one's life in a moment. Injecting true qi can change the heterogeneity of the shape, making the Su Ni needle soft and firm, can be divided and combined, extremely large and small, and can be changed freely.
Just now, the beautiful woman pulled her hand casually, like a snake's teeth injected with venom, leaving a tip of the needle in the human body, and controlled it with air force, which can kill the life and break the Qihai Body; as for the painful and unbearable methods, there are at least a dozen. Such a hero with iron bones had to bow his head and vomit before Su Ni's needle, and obediently confess his ancestors to the eighteen generations.
No one has ever believed that he had to obtain the title of Su Ni Needle Envoy in order to inherit his family business. We must not leave the man in black tonight. This is a big deal, so the beautiful woman used the magic weapon in the box in the face of her face, not giving the other party any chance.
The person who came fell to the ground, and his clothes suddenly felt relieved, as if there was no entity in it.The Feathered God is a great expert in illusion. He secretly called out that it was not good and shouted in a deep voice: ...Get out of the way!Before the woman could retreat, the long whip fell down, and with a bang, the ground was sank into dust and the plants flew. There was a pit covered with wooden boards under the person.
……rise! Don’t hold a simple hand and raise it slightly. The golden light flies at the finger root and sinks into the jewelry. Obviously, Su Ni needles only stabbed the black clothes that were used for eyes, but did not enter the human body.
The feathered sheep's blessing reached the heart. Before the dust could be swept back, it suddenly hit something; as far as the remaining momentum reached, it pulled the black shadow into the bamboo forest. The man in black staggered slightly when he landed on the ground, but did not stop, and suddenly rushed into the forest path and disappeared.
You... are causing trouble!
Mo Zhi's voice had not fallen, and the shadow of clothes had already pounced into the forest. His body movement was as fast as that of the man; it was only a little slower than the two of them. The feathered sheep god rolled up his long whip and followed him to chase him.
Advance and retreat within a short distance depends entirely on the explosive power of muscles and muscles. Cultivation can only be assisted, and its effect is not great. Age is the most severe threshold.
Mo Zhiyi's cultivation is not as good as him, but the distance between the two is due to the difference between the ages of over fifteen, so there is no reason to say.
The man in black has stronger muscles and strong strength than he is, and may be younger, but whether he is calm in the face of pursuit or using pre-digging pits to bully the enemy, he is impeccable and top-notch hands. There is only a lack of such talents in the organization, and the Feathered God is a little reluctant to kill him.
If this guy hadn't died of death, the old man was Mo Ting's medical hut at the end of the forest, and there were only three cliffs on the front.
The feathered sheep god and Mo Zhiyi did not allow him to disturb his daughter. If this villain had a slight attempt to break into the medical house, the two of them would show their unique tricks and would stop the ungrateful wolf who was killed by the sky.
The man in black surprised the two again.
He completely abandoned the medical hut and took the shortcut beside him and rushed straight to the cliff. When the feathered God arrived, he saw the man jumping and jumping off the cliff without hesitation. Mo Zhiyihun didn't expect that this man was so determined to die, and almost couldn't stop his body. The feathered God grabbed the lotus arm in time and pulled it back. The two of them had the first time they had a blind date in nearly twenty years, but they were no longer young, and stood side by side on the cliff.
The wind whistled around the corner of the cliff, and the feathered sheep god could vaguely hear a string of shattered gold and iron sounds. Mo Zhiyi suddenly said by his side: Then... what is that thing?
A white cloth that bulged like a sail and a carriage roof rose from the night fog, drifting away by the wind, and the unfolded cloth bottom seemed to have silk threads, shading the shadows.
At this moment, there was no moon and the fog in the cliff was thick, so it was difficult to tell what was tied under the cladding.
Suddenly, Mo Zhi's delicate body shook slightly, and a short knife came out from the under his sleeve, threw it towards the cloth ball with strength, and pulled the feathered sheep god and said: It's him... it's that guy just now!Don’t look at it, don’t let go!The stones were thrown, and the whistling sounds rose and fell for a moment, but they were not as good as the feather arrows.
The feathered god was slightly stunned. The clouds broke through the moon and saw that the cloth was covered with cloth skin on the skeleton like birds, sliding on the wind; what was hanging below it, not the man in black?He studied every pattern left by Zhuangyangzi, and had never seen such a strange mechanism. He was about to move his hand slightly, slightly lowering the handle of the whip, pretending to be unable to react.
...Unusable things!
Mo Zhiyi tsk, his hands kept stopping. Although the technique of raining flowers in the sky was not easy to practice, it was not a rare skill in the martial arts path.But the beautiful woman's attack frequency has not changed, but the sound of breaking through the air becomes more and more sharp. The sound boom that is dragged away is longer and there is a faint sound of wind and thunder.
The skeleton of bird wings is definitely not ordinary cotton cloth. From the reflection, it is at least coated with raw paint, which is extremely strong.
At first, I didn't hold a short knife, and all of them popped up on my skin. Until this moment, the dozens of stones that were thrown out straight black shadows like the tail of the arrow, and silently disappeared between the bird's wings. The next moment, the skin filled with cliff wind suddenly exploded, splitting in the wind, melting quickly like snowflakes.
The man in black stalled and fell sharply, screaming even harder, and was swallowed by the deep bottom of the cliff.
This place is not a cliff, but even if it is only seven or eight feet high, it is enough to be crushed to pieces.
...I really want to see what it is.After a long time, the feathered sheep god who looked at the deep cliff murmured, as if he was very sorry.Mo Zhiyi was about to scold him, but the man suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he still used the secret technique of sending the voice to the secret to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
Don't pull Ting'er in, don't tonight.No matter who the visitor is or what the intention is, you should be glad that the other party does not know about Ting'er's relationship with us, otherwise it would be more than just such a situation.When you walk in the night or go to Lao Lulin, I sincerely suggest you change your clothes; although wearing a cover towel is not very comfortable, it is better not to worry about the trouble for your daughter.
If you want to separate your relationship, and imply that my guy is not your secret, you deliberately act like this monkey drama that makes people laugh. I advise you to die.Having said that, the beautiful woman also used the message to send a message to the secret, and she was just unable to hold back the scene.
I won't tell you to stay away from Ting'er. She will be "don't tell me" in the future. She will have to get used to dealing with monsters and monsters, even if she is her own father.If there are any mistakes, I will teach you how to regret coming to the world. You know I am not joking.
With a wave of his right hand, his sleeves raised, and the dark light was swaying like a demonstration; the bee waist was swaying, and his long white and strong legs appeared and disappeared between the forks, until his figure disappeared in the night, the light of his skin was still vaguely visible.
It was not until she went far that the feathered god poked out the corner of the cliff and looked carefully in the moonlight. He saw a blunt light winding down about ten feet below, and he didn't know that it was at the bottom of the Hu.
Mo Zheng used his terrifying internal strength to destroy the strange skinned bird's wings, but unfortunately the white flower's strength was.
The black-robed guest who followed the two had already escaped with the iron chain nailed to the bottom of the cliff in advance, and the bird's wings were just a trick.
Or both bird wings and iron cables are options for escape. The black-robed guest judged that the bird wings might be shot down before they left, so he chose the iron cable and still released the bird wings to dazzling people and gain time.
The thin sound of gold and iron heard by the feathered sheep god was the one who was robeing when the black-robed guest was roped.
At this time, I followed the ropes and decided not to catch this cunning ghost. It was difficult to guarantee that he would not climb up from elsewhere, so I took the position again. The God of Feathered Sheep watched Mo Zhiyi go away. Just to avoid the beautiful woman being targeted again, he led this guy to the vicinity of the underground palace. That was extremely bad.
Now that I think about it, the subtle uneasiness that is being peeped at when hiding the eaves is probably not Mo Zhiyi, but this mysterious black-robed guest.
This sect is the ancestor who was secretly walking in black. Only they can peek at others. How many times have they ever been seen?
Both the Feathered God and Mo Zhiyi are the best in the sect. They were stared for a long time before they noticed that the black-robed guest's ability to sneak was simply unknown, and the thoughts made people feel cold on their backs.
There are several Jiuyuan envoys in Dongxi Town, and Ting'er and Yu Xiu's consent. Not to mention Mo Zhiyi's old man is wandering around, it has always been a key place for tight surveillance.The pit subway outside the forest, the iron chains at the bottom of the cliff and the bird-winged weapons... are all carefully arranged with great effort. The visitor is so artificial under the eyelids of the spies, and he is silent. He is not even a mouse. He not only needs rich experience in the activities behind enemy lines, but also has to have extraordinary patience and perseverance. The conditions are limited to this point, and the remaining number on the list of suspects is not out of the five fingers.Considering that it's young
In this regard, the Feathered Sheep God can almost lock in the identity of the black-robed guest.
This is a troublesome character Ah.
Reversely speaking from the preparation time, almost when Ying Fengsedao Tianyao Town came back, the guy had already set his sights on this place.
Unexpectedly, Zhuhu had not fallen hard yet, so he came to the door.
I really can't underestimate these little guys' ability to disrupt the situation, and the feathered sheep couldn't help laughing.
Although it is not a good thing to create more enemies, if you can follow the line of the black-robed guest and catch a big fish that is hidden behind you, it will be a blessing in disguise, it will be a gift that fell from the sky...
He was naked with two snow feet with beautiful tibia and flat toes, but he stepped on the eaves without much mud and grass clippings. He let his deep garment with black silk and red curly hem wrap his plump lower body into an attractive fish tail.
The skirt was wrapped like this, and the feathered god was wondering how she was surrounded by the roof. Seeing the woman's delicate body slightly sideways, her whole beautiful legs were exposed from the intersection of the robe. The lines were slender and straight, and the proportions were excellent. Although her crisp thighs were fleshy, they were not as strong as girls. They had more indescribable lust and charm, and were definitely not comparable to those of Ai Ke.
The open lapel was loose and almost slipped to the shoulders, so that most of the breasts were exposed. It turned out that the woman was wearing the curved hem clothes with the hook edges of the serpent and hooks as a bathrobe. When she wrapped her waist, she would not say that there was no trace of her bottom of the robe. Even in her every move, she would inevitably reveal the spring scenery, which would make people feast their eyes.
However, this casual sexiness has been like this since she was young, and it is difficult to judge whether it is deliberately seduced.
But she has the kind of temperament that is fascinated by being obsessed with her as soon as she is obsessed with her, and it is not surprising that she does anything.
I still remember the passion that year. Every time I entered the door, the young woman would pounce on her like a lioness, and she would not take off her clothes. She had to gallop on him, or she was pressed on the door and rushed hard. She would put her hands on her and be filled with tender vaginas. She would be willing to rub her hands and untied her clothes and courtship. She would be like an ordinary adulterer and mistress, along the traces of joy that were biting and falling, sprinkling the semen that flowed out of her pussy all over the room - the feathered sheep god would not use sex to describe herself, but the young woman's graceful body and the passion and intense need to be so crazy that he was probably the only bed experience he would remember and even couldn't help but savor it again and again. It is still the case now.
Unfortunately, the darkness of the time is no longer the carnival and unsightly bee that had grown into a terrible poison that he could not recognize.
The feathered god can use her and drive her, but it is just borrowing the weakness of human nature; if it is too close, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be stinged to death by this indescribable and capricious female scorpion.
Stinging is her instinct, and she can't control herself.
Motherhood is an important part of human nature, but when she was pregnant with Mo Ting, she was Mo Ting's age now. She was very distant after giving birth, and the woman was very willful and ignored the life and death of others. The God of Feathers did not think that her maternal love for Mo Ting was enough to be used as a handle.
What he used was her self-righteousness and her instinct to sting everything.The trip tonight is particularly important.
The woman's sarcastic vision was like a real sword. The God of Feathers estimated that her patience was almost the same, clearing her throat.
Tonight is ‘?I don’t want to go deep into the underground palace and catch turtles in the jar, so I just come and see what happened to that guy.After all, the treasure in his head is priceless, and I have great expectations for Ling Yanzhi.
Mo Zhi smiled.
She has a charming body of a beauty, but she has a girl-like infancy face, bright big eyes, a round little face the size of a peach and a palm-sized face, and when she smiles, there is a shallow dimples on the corner of her mouth, not to mention the white and red skin... The bright and brilliant appearance of her youth has become a reason for her age, and she takes advantage of it. She hates the injustice of creation, and there is such a divine favor in the world.
In fact, time is not unique.
Looking at her waist, you can still see the plumpness of a mature woman. Compared with the plump girl, the difference between the two is significant.
It is only because of its wide shoulders and long legs, and its plump breasts and fat buttocks that it shows that its waist is as concave as a bee and its body is graceful.
The same goes for the face.
After all, the corners of the mouth and the eyebrows left corresponding traces of time, and the neck was not as thin as a girl, but the flesh was just right, exuding the charm of a half-old woman; but the smiles and eyebrows were raised, and there was an indescribable girlish feeling, as if the mind and nature had not changed since the age of nineteen. The smile and dimples smiled slightly, as if time stagnated, and it was swaying from memory, still bright and innocent, and indifferent.
If the feathered sheep god loved her, he might fall into it and be unable to extricate himself. This can be said to be the most terrifying mimetic that poisonous flowers can evolve into as insects.
He respects the transformation of women from the bottom of his heart and dares not ignore it at all.
Unfortunately, she is a smart tool, at most it comes with the function of a toy.
Although playing with her is no less fun than using the tools, it is very satisfying and an additional surprise, from the past to the present.
The girl in black who was carefully tempted and focused on awakening the old man's memories was still vaguely as her mother's eyes, and her cheeks were even more erect. She could tell whose daughter she was at a glance.
But Mo Ting's melon-shaped face was slightly longer than her mother and her figure was taller. Her simple black body covered her proud breasts and breasts inherited from her mother. She only wrapped her waist and waist, making her look slimmer. Her waist and hip curves when she sat slanted were particularly charming, just like a jade statue of Guanyin.
...'Ling'?
Mo Zhiyi's chuckling pulled his attention back.
It would be too sad to hear me say, ‘She is also your daughter’.If you say it a thousand times or ten thousand times, she will not be your daughter.Ting'er is mine.She is my own daughter.
The feathered god looked back at the woman with a little compassion, as if he was looking at the giant baby who had grown up and was sitting and crying and lying on her side, and didn't know what to do with her.
Su Niang, Ting'er is also my flesh and blood.A woman cannot give birth to a child alone, so why bother saying such things?
I have no intention of taking her away from you, nor can I take her away.Ting'er is premature and does not need a person who has not fulfilled his responsibilities for one day in the past nineteen years, and is called his father.If she hadn't been the only one in the world in her research on the nightmare and had to rely on her to treat that guy, she and I would never meet each other, let alone recognize each other.
Don't call that name.When I knew you, I was already ‘don’t hold on to you’. You never knew Su Niang, so you were less passionate.
The beautiful woman pointed at the pretty girl under the eaves and snorted coldly: How can she be considered as Lu Qisan's daughter, she is the legitimate descendant of the Mo family in Qizhou, the future "Mo Zhiyi", and is not an illegitimate daughter of unknown origin.Don’t think that it’s not airtight when you have private contact with Ting’er, and be honest, without knowing it.
Her fingers are slender, as if they are jade bamboo shoots, her nails are coated with bright purple elixir, and the complex patterns of gold silk bracelets spread from the wrist, back of her hands to the base of her fingers, wrapping like a snake; the same jewelry is all about the left hand, ankle, and calves, which makes her skin look crisp and bright, and she is particularly energetic.
The feathered sheep smiled faintly.
I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I haven't said it yet.This secret book is said to involve the realm of consciousness and should be helpful in restoring the missing memory of that guy.If you don’t want me to give it to Ting’er, the same is true for you.Take out a new copy of the cluster, with the cover of the three characters "Soul Picking Hand" written on the cover is solid paper, and the inner page is smooth and tough mica skin, which is resistant to moisture and not easy to crepe. It can be made of nails. It is the most suitable as a reference book that needs to be read frequently.
Mo Zhi didn't even look at the secret book at all. He raised his eyes and squinted his smile, his sly expression was as cute as a girl, and he was not like a woman in her forty years.
When you seduced me, you used this method. After twenty years, you have not made any progress.Unfortunately, this soul-picking hand is not "Wind and Thunder One"?》, Ting'er is not me either, she does not have the ruthlessness that must be practiced.I want to catch that dead girl and take the bait. I really should let you try it. Look at the grimy bear you touch, it must be very interesting.She smiled at herself, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were full. It seemed that under the moon, she was both pretty and beautiful, making people excited.
Before the man in black was able to react, the beautiful woman with a girl's face and a beautiful figure and a seductive figure were used together. She held a proud snow-white milk melon between her arms, and crawled closer like a dog. Her fat buttocks made her curved her skirt smooth and full, like a black moon twisting behind her waist, swaying with a graceful posture; her red lips slightly opened, and the sound of her breath was so crisp that she wanted to jump up and peel her up, and she could only practice the Dharma on the spot.
...I want a wife and daughter, right?Since that's the case, I shouldn't have just fucked me and never married me.
Deserve it! The feathered god was slightly stunned, and then raised the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the cover of the scarf covering his nose, the damp and heat discomfort reminded him and he almost laughed out loud. I really can't underestimate a woman's sixth sense. The only one who had ever wanted to marry her in this life was the only woman in front of him. If you don't continue to make trouble in the future, or want to find a unique way of dying, then the most suitable option has not changed so far. Mo Zhiyi can be regarded as the woman who best matches him.
If I hadn't known her very much, I would have been mistakenly thinking that Mo Zhiyi still had feelings for him.She has always been obsessed with older and powerful men, and Lu Qisan, who cultivated her and later even married her, is the best example.
As the leader of the word "Du" series, Lu Qisan has the persistence and stubbornness of studying the scriptures. He only has the eyes to study things and learn about everything else, and is not interested in everything else.
Cultivating the daughter of Mo family in Qizhou and marrying her was one thing for Lu Qisan, in order to keep the Mo family's Su Ni needle, Ming Tiao Xu Duanqiu's ointment and "Ran Deng Xu Ming Sanqi Sutra" firmly in his hands, so as not to fall into the hands of other nine cultivators; as for Mo Zhiyi, who is named Su Niang, is a peerless beauty or a sow, there is no difference between him.
The Feathered God initially wanted to give Lu Qisanyi a cuckold to wear, just to understand the spirit.
The beautiful woman with beautiful face and white bones on her mouth. She is so beautiful and capable, and her young wife who is from a famous family and has such a beautiful family, can she really be like a sow, but she is just a piece of meat?
He was so angry that he didn't even make a fuss, so he wanted to tease him hard and give him some color.
Besides, Lu Qisan really looked down on him.
If it were not for the sake of the man's mediation, the word "earth" means a great family and a great cause, and it has become a hidden climate on the surface. It must not be condescending to be equal and form an alliance with the word "wood".
Among the three systems of this sect, the strongest strength in the Golden Characters series, and the ancestral teachings of the first-class single-passing one-class elites are all elites. When the Flying Armor Mingguang broke Yangzi, it reached the top: this person provoked a dispute between good and evil with one hand, and controlled the bilateral camp with Fengtian Chuan Yu Palace and Xiaoyao Hehuan Hall, almost a generation of martial arts heroes. In the end, he was defeated by Qingfeng's hand, and the two cities' strange plan was still left behind, waiting for an opportunity to make a new wave of the storm.
Unexpectedly, human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. Seeds of the golden character have fallen one after another, and they are finally passed down. This has hardly ever happened in the inheritance for hundreds of years. It can only be considered as a punishment for heaven that is prosperous and declining.
Since the beginning of his career in creating "The Magical Art of Desire", the character "Tu" has completely abandoned the Yijiao legend of fighting alone and worked together to seek breakthroughs.
After all, no matter whether it is martial arts or medical skills, even if a talented person is born, it is difficult to achieve success in one generation. Only by gathering resources and passing on failed experiences can future generations take another detour.
Zhuan Yangzi also has a lot of help from the word "Divine Arts". At least before the great success of "The Magical Art of Desire" and there is a feasible skill to rob, there is no need to turn against each other.
Compared with the two types of metal and earth, the word "Mu" is simply unremarkable. It has neither adhered to the traditions of this school nor has the ambition to break through and establish a great foundation. The seeds are scattered everywhere and are reluctant to pay attention to it.
Without harvest, it is not a crop but a barnyard weed, which is really useless.
Until the man appeared, even the arrogant Lu Qisan had to sell his face and belonged to the same camp as the wood-word waste he had always looked down upon. Lu Qisan had quite a complaint about this. The feathered sheep god who was in charge of the intercourse was in charge of the intercourse. However, he had a lot of slap in the real power of the genus Jiu Ni Xiu.
As a reward for his service, the man plundered all the mechanism maps, military and armor resources from the golden characters to the feathered god, and the strongholds that Zhuan Yangzi had not been cracked by the seven major sects of the righteous path.
In addition to the protective identity that the Feathered God had worked hard for many years, he gradually had people under his command, and had money and resources, and could see a greater plan, no longer hiding alone and waiting for the opportunity, worrying about when his true body would be destroyed, and he would be caught and killed and cut off.
Lu Qisan had a higher position in the camp and made greater contributions. In the subsequent turmoil that shocked the entire East China Martial Arts World, several key drugs were obviously taken by Lu Qisan.
If it hadn't been eliminated earlier, the Chitu Jiu Ni Xiu, who was loyal to him, perhaps the one who drove the turmoil would not be the feathered god, but the word "Du".
To be fair, I didn't think too much about teasing Mo Zhi for a while. I simply disliked Lu Qisan and was fascinated by the beauty of the girl, but unexpectedly opened another peak in my conspiracy career.
But when it comes to the most surprising thing, he first pointed out that when he had an affair with Mo Zhiyi, he actually broke the melon for her - Lu Qisan didn't know whether it was a man who was so handsome or he really had no interest in intercourse, so he didn't get involved in the beauty.
Mo Ting can only be his daughter, not to mention what happened later, Mo Zhiyi was indeed the only man, and Mo Ting's slim figure looked very similar to him.
I heard that your taste has changed and you like young and strong little hairs.He took the opportunity to take "Soul Picking Hand" back into his collar, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.
People like me have long lost the idea of starting a family.I won't tell Ting'er anything irrelevant, don't worry.
The Feathered God had no intention of handing over "Soul Picking Hand". Mo Zhiyi was not Mo Ting, so it is hard to guarantee that he would not see the clues.
This carefully copied secret book was just a prop, which made Mo Zhiyi see the strong fatherly love he tried to hide but still burst out from the details, which made the woman feel despised, thinking that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and she continued to stay patiently, hoping that he would show all kinds of ugly things.
This is not good for Mo Zhiyi, but she cannot resist the superiority that is above him.This deeply tempted her.
Seeing that he had no intention of going further, the beautiful woman flashed a little disappointed when she saw that her pretty face was swept away, but she just suddenly appeared and disappeared. She stood up and dusted her skirt, and smiled happily: I don’t care what you like to say.Ruoting'er asked me something strange, and I told her the true identity of the "Feathered God".Before jumping off the wall, I suddenly remembered something, and Zhi Yi smiled and said: I can’t finish the work tonight alone, and I will take Ting'er there.I met you by chance, so I will tell you.
The feathered sheep god's eyes sharpened and his sparse eyebrows frowned.
...Don't involve my daughter!
It's my daughter, not your daughter.
Mo Zhi smiled and said: I won’t tell her anything, but repairing the film in the female vagina is a fine job. I can’t finish it alone. I can keep my mouth shut with this time. At the moment, I only know her.Or do you have other ways to silence it if you finish it?
The doctor recognizes people, but it is the bone-like eyes and complexion, which cannot be covered with a black scarf.
Whether it is this night clothes or the dead sheep-headed outfit, I advise you not to let Ting'er see it. Otherwise, your daughter will be exposed in the future, and your conspirator will end up being too miserable.The murderous aura appeared and disappeared from the eyes of the feathered goat god, and then returned to calmness.
Is this your reason to reject the feathered sheep?
Mo Zheng held a scent of his shoulders and leaped down from the wall, as if he was light and a little like a cat demon; when he walked out of the shadow of the wall, Xuezuo slapped his tall wooden clogs, and he clasped his feet to the main door of the Yilu, and he didn't see her knocking on the door knocker, and she pushed open a crack in her hand, showing that she was familiar with the door.
At this moment, a small sound came from the bamboo bushes not far away.
──Someone!
The feathered sheep god and Mo Zhiyi turned their heads at the same time. In the next moment, there was no one outside the eaves and corner gate. There was a pair of small wooden clogs standing outside the half-open gate of the Medical House. The one on the left fell slightly, as if the Buddha threw a line in front of him.
The feathered sheep god used his light skills and ran through the forest paths. Although the path was slightly curved, it was mostly maintained at the front line and was easy to accelerate. Even so, the visitor was always outside the range of sight, and it was inferred from the sound of the forest. The man not only did not run straight, but was afraid that he would fly high and low, and he would not stop changing the azimuth to avoid Mo Zhiyi's hidden weapon. The attainment of light skills was incredible.
When he was talking to the woman on the eaves, he used the method of transmitting the voice to the secret, unless the man stood between the two, and he was not afraid of the content being heard.
However, with the cultivation level of the Feathered Sheep God and Mo Zhiyi, the leader of the current Nine Reverse Cultivation of the Chitu Nine Rebellion, he did not find someone lurking not far away. The person who came was not a master of the three talents and five peaks, and he must be a powerful man. How could he do such a slut?
The feathered god quickly passed a list, with those he feared and feared, and those who could only run away when they met, but the masters outside the visual range did not meet any of the characteristics on the list.
He slowed down and untied the handle of the whip around his waist in his hand. The vastness of the bamboo forest was not enough for the three of them to chase after him for a moment. His vision suddenly widened in the blink of an eye, and there was no more forest cover on both sides.
(It's now!)
The whip tip swept, and it seemed to be empty, but the figure in the air in the distance flipped, and the ghostly agility suddenly disappeared. Three silver lights hit the black shadow in one stroke, causing the man to arch his back and fall, and rolled two turns to the ground to support him again.
The black and white figures crossed the feathered sheep god with the fragrance wind. The black one was the robe and the white one was the snow muscles. Mo Zheng grabbed the person behind him, and his white wrists shook, and the golden silk wrapped around his fingers flew out, making him look like a snake!
Within this distance, even a first-class expert could not avoid it. He saw the golden silk running through his back, and he would return to the jewelry on his fingers and wrists.
Su Ni needle, known as the leader of the world's needles, is not only a holy weapon to save the world and save people, but also an extremely killing weapon that takes one's life in a moment. Injecting true qi can change the heterogeneity of the shape, making the Su Ni needle soft and firm, can be divided and combined, extremely large and small, and can be changed freely.
Just now, the beautiful woman pulled her hand casually, like a snake's teeth injected with venom, leaving a tip of the needle in the human body, and controlled it with air force, which can kill the life and break the Qihai Body; as for the painful and unbearable methods, there are at least a dozen. Such a hero with iron bones had to bow his head and vomit before Su Ni's needle, and obediently confess his ancestors to the eighteen generations.
No one has ever believed that he had to obtain the title of Su Ni Needle Envoy in order to inherit his family business. We must not leave the man in black tonight. This is a big deal, so the beautiful woman used the magic weapon in the box in the face of her face, not giving the other party any chance.
The person who came fell to the ground, and his clothes suddenly felt relieved, as if there was no entity in it.The Feathered God is a great expert in illusion. He secretly called out that it was not good and shouted in a deep voice: ...Get out of the way!Before the woman could retreat, the long whip fell down, and with a bang, the ground was sank into dust and the plants flew. There was a pit covered with wooden boards under the person.
……rise! Don’t hold a simple hand and raise it slightly. The golden light flies at the finger root and sinks into the jewelry. Obviously, Su Ni needles only stabbed the black clothes that were used for eyes, but did not enter the human body.
The feathered sheep's blessing reached the heart. Before the dust could be swept back, it suddenly hit something; as far as the remaining momentum reached, it pulled the black shadow into the bamboo forest. The man in black staggered slightly when he landed on the ground, but did not stop, and suddenly rushed into the forest path and disappeared.
You... are causing trouble!
Mo Zhi's voice had not fallen, and the shadow of clothes had already pounced into the forest. His body movement was as fast as that of the man; it was only a little slower than the two of them. The feathered sheep god rolled up his long whip and followed him to chase him.
Advance and retreat within a short distance depends entirely on the explosive power of muscles and muscles. Cultivation can only be assisted, and its effect is not great. Age is the most severe threshold.
Mo Zhiyi's cultivation is not as good as him, but the distance between the two is due to the difference between the ages of over fifteen, so there is no reason to say.
The man in black has stronger muscles and strong strength than he is, and may be younger, but whether he is calm in the face of pursuit or using pre-digging pits to bully the enemy, he is impeccable and top-notch hands. There is only a lack of such talents in the organization, and the Feathered God is a little reluctant to kill him.
If this guy hadn't died of death, the old man was Mo Ting's medical hut at the end of the forest, and there were only three cliffs on the front.
The feathered sheep god and Mo Zhiyi did not allow him to disturb his daughter. If this villain had a slight attempt to break into the medical house, the two of them would show their unique tricks and would stop the ungrateful wolf who was killed by the sky.
The man in black surprised the two again.
He completely abandoned the medical hut and took the shortcut beside him and rushed straight to the cliff. When the feathered God arrived, he saw the man jumping and jumping off the cliff without hesitation. Mo Zhiyihun didn't expect that this man was so determined to die, and almost couldn't stop his body. The feathered God grabbed the lotus arm in time and pulled it back. The two of them had the first time they had a blind date in nearly twenty years, but they were no longer young, and stood side by side on the cliff.
The wind whistled around the corner of the cliff, and the feathered sheep god could vaguely hear a string of shattered gold and iron sounds. Mo Zhiyi suddenly said by his side: Then... what is that thing?
A white cloth that bulged like a sail and a carriage roof rose from the night fog, drifting away by the wind, and the unfolded cloth bottom seemed to have silk threads, shading the shadows.
At this moment, there was no moon and the fog in the cliff was thick, so it was difficult to tell what was tied under the cladding.
Suddenly, Mo Zhi's delicate body shook slightly, and a short knife came out from the under his sleeve, threw it towards the cloth ball with strength, and pulled the feathered sheep god and said: It's him... it's that guy just now!Don’t look at it, don’t let go!The stones were thrown, and the whistling sounds rose and fell for a moment, but they were not as good as the feather arrows.
The feathered god was slightly stunned. The clouds broke through the moon and saw that the cloth was covered with cloth skin on the skeleton like birds, sliding on the wind; what was hanging below it, not the man in black?He studied every pattern left by Zhuangyangzi, and had never seen such a strange mechanism. He was about to move his hand slightly, slightly lowering the handle of the whip, pretending to be unable to react.
...Unusable things!
Mo Zhiyi tsk, his hands kept stopping. Although the technique of raining flowers in the sky was not easy to practice, it was not a rare skill in the martial arts path.But the beautiful woman's attack frequency has not changed, but the sound of breaking through the air becomes more and more sharp. The sound boom that is dragged away is longer and there is a faint sound of wind and thunder.
The skeleton of bird wings is definitely not ordinary cotton cloth. From the reflection, it is at least coated with raw paint, which is extremely strong.
At first, I didn't hold a short knife, and all of them popped up on my skin. Until this moment, the dozens of stones that were thrown out straight black shadows like the tail of the arrow, and silently disappeared between the bird's wings. The next moment, the skin filled with cliff wind suddenly exploded, splitting in the wind, melting quickly like snowflakes.
The man in black stalled and fell sharply, screaming even harder, and was swallowed by the deep bottom of the cliff.
This place is not a cliff, but even if it is only seven or eight feet high, it is enough to be crushed to pieces.
...I really want to see what it is.After a long time, the feathered sheep god who looked at the deep cliff murmured, as if he was very sorry.Mo Zhiyi was about to scold him, but the man suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he still used the secret technique of sending the voice to the secret to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
Don't pull Ting'er in, don't tonight.No matter who the visitor is or what the intention is, you should be glad that the other party does not know about Ting'er's relationship with us, otherwise it would be more than just such a situation.When you walk in the night or go to Lao Lulin, I sincerely suggest you change your clothes; although wearing a cover towel is not very comfortable, it is better not to worry about the trouble for your daughter.
If you want to separate your relationship, and imply that my guy is not your secret, you deliberately act like this monkey drama that makes people laugh. I advise you to die.Having said that, the beautiful woman also used the message to send a message to the secret, and she was just unable to hold back the scene.
I won't tell you to stay away from Ting'er. She will be "don't tell me" in the future. She will have to get used to dealing with monsters and monsters, even if she is her own father.If there are any mistakes, I will teach you how to regret coming to the world. You know I am not joking.
With a wave of his right hand, his sleeves raised, and the dark light was swaying like a demonstration; the bee waist was swaying, and his long white and strong legs appeared and disappeared between the forks, until his figure disappeared in the night, the light of his skin was still vaguely visible.
It was not until she went far that the feathered god poked out the corner of the cliff and looked carefully in the moonlight. He saw a blunt light winding down about ten feet below, and he didn't know that it was at the bottom of the Hu.
Mo Zheng used his terrifying internal strength to destroy the strange skinned bird's wings, but unfortunately the white flower's strength was.
The black-robed guest who followed the two had already escaped with the iron chain nailed to the bottom of the cliff in advance, and the bird's wings were just a trick.
Or both bird wings and iron cables are options for escape. The black-robed guest judged that the bird wings might be shot down before they left, so he chose the iron cable and still released the bird wings to dazzling people and gain time.
The thin sound of gold and iron heard by the feathered sheep god was the one who was robeing when the black-robed guest was roped.
At this time, I followed the ropes and decided not to catch this cunning ghost. It was difficult to guarantee that he would not climb up from elsewhere, so I took the position again. The God of Feathered Sheep watched Mo Zhiyi go away. Just to avoid the beautiful woman being targeted again, he led this guy to the vicinity of the underground palace. That was extremely bad.
Now that I think about it, the subtle uneasiness that is being peeped at when hiding the eaves is probably not Mo Zhiyi, but this mysterious black-robed guest.
This sect is the ancestor who was secretly walking in black. Only they can peek at others. How many times have they ever been seen?
Both the Feathered God and Mo Zhiyi are the best in the sect. They were stared for a long time before they noticed that the black-robed guest's ability to sneak was simply unknown, and the thoughts made people feel cold on their backs.
There are several Jiuyuan envoys in Dongxi Town, and Ting'er and Yu Xiu's consent. Not to mention Mo Zhiyi's old man is wandering around, it has always been a key place for tight surveillance.The pit subway outside the forest, the iron chains at the bottom of the cliff and the bird-winged weapons... are all carefully arranged with great effort. The visitor is so artificial under the eyelids of the spies, and he is silent. He is not even a mouse. He not only needs rich experience in the activities behind enemy lines, but also has to have extraordinary patience and perseverance. The conditions are limited to this point, and the remaining number on the list of suspects is not out of the five fingers.Considering that it's young
In this regard, the Feathered Sheep God can almost lock in the identity of the black-robed guest.
This is a troublesome character Ah.
Reversely speaking from the preparation time, almost when Ying Fengsedao Tianyao Town came back, the guy had already set his sights on this place.
Unexpectedly, Zhuhu had not fallen hard yet, so he came to the door.
I really can't underestimate these little guys' ability to disrupt the situation, and the feathered sheep couldn't help laughing.
Although it is not a good thing to create more enemies, if you can follow the line of the black-robed guest and catch a big fish that is hidden behind you, it will be a blessing in disguise, it will be a gift that fell from the sky...
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