Everyone was quiet.
Those who have seen the feathered sheep god have no idea how many times they have experienced this demonic appearance in the nightmare. At this moment, they came to the moonlight and saw its hunchbacked body, which is far higher than ordinary people, with furry and black hairy like ink and deep palm lines, not to mention the pair of sheep's hooves that are as thick as a calf and have their knees folded back into the character "ㄑ", which is completely a nightmare that comes out of life.
The bright moonlight has not been exposed to the disguise, revealing artificial roughness and ability. On the contrary, just because it is easy to walk, the steady and light steps can even see its profound skills. If this beast shape is an illusion, this person may have been disguised as such since he was born, so of course there is a more convenient and intuitive explanation, that is, the feathered sheep god is really not a human.
It is a divine messenger who came from the Nine Abyss to the world and devoted himself to the arrival of the Dragon Emperor. Once he saw its true appearance in the world, everyone had nowhere to escape and could no longer deceive himself. It was caused by disguising himself in the dark room. The barrier between nightmare and reality suddenly disappeared, and nightmare immediately became a reality.
When the sword ghost curled down the steps saw it coming, he struggled to lift it up and said hoarsely: The feathered sheep god...that tears...that blood...I didn't lose...points...for me...the bones on his left arm were broken, and he couldn't lift it up. His barely trembling right palm was twisted so hard that it could hardly tell the true shape. It was as straight as a coral, but it was beaten by Ye Zangke's blow in danger, which was as bad as a moose.
The feathered god waved his hand at him, and the orangutan with bone armor like a hook waved his hands up and down, making it indescribably funny and weird.
OK OK OK Don’t worry, let go quickly, there are still children on the scene!Parents, I’m sorry, Ah, he is just like this, without any malicious intentions.Hook claw Kara Kara scratched the chin of the feathered sheep and tsk: What's wrong with you? You don't mind if the horseman shouted like this, Ma Long Speaks Lord Ma?Everyone is so familiar with each other.You changed to "Soul-Breaking Blood Sword", the Qiankun Hongyu Pill, and the upgraded version of "Xiaoyao Hehuan Book" with ten stunning cauldrons. Although "stunning" is a bit of a scam, it is just like marketing, and people are not ugly!My breasts are still big.If you didn’t apply for a return and exchange within seven days, it means that the transaction is completed. It’s okay if you don’t like it, but it’s not kind to say it.
It's time to count, the points you earned in Kong Haiyi Pool are not only clear, but also deducted... Let's take a look, deducted 75,312:30, deducted 75,313 points, and you can't repay anything.
Ying Feng couldn't help but feel a stern: Sure enough, the bamboo tiger is the long sound of a horse!
Ma Changsheng's cover scarf had already loosened, and finally slipped down after struggling hard, revealing a long gray face with dense eyes and sunken cheeks. The outline of his facial features was vaguely the same as the color of Yingfeng that year, but it seemed to have atrophy of muscles, the epidermis tightened and tightened, and the skull looked like a jerk with sparse beards and eyebrows, and they looked like ghosts and people.
Ying Fengse remembered Huo Tieshan, the owner of the Black Mountain Old Demon, who came. Although the guy was tortured by the iron teeth and ghostly faced chin, the despair, viciousness and madness in his eyes were very similar to the long sound of the horse at this moment.In my impression, the deputy director of the Jianzhong Taishu who treated the young man with a gentle and polite smile seemed to be gone in this person.
You... are stubborn!The horse's long voice and turbid pupils were sinister, and the blood stains were half-dried and the dry mouth was spitting bloody spits, as if it was about to devour people.
I... tens of thousands of points... obviously... how could I... I was very hurt and it was hard to make a sentence.
That's right, the Feathered God scratched the side of his helmet as if he was very troubled, tilting his head slightly, and his movements were so vivid that it made people think it was really his head.Mama, your active redemption points seem to be more than enough, but they are all consumed in passive needs. This instruction manual is also written, I think you may not have read it carefully.
Kong Haiyichi has the obligation to protect all participants and play games well, but this service is a good deal. Once you are in danger regularly, you have to pay more money if you exceed the scope of free services!Very fair, right?
When you strangled your wife, who secretly got rid of the potential testimony for you?The old Shangshu finally discovered that you killed your beloved daughter. When you two father-in-law and son-in-law turned against each other, wouldn’t you think you were doing it without knowing it?There is also a mess of collusion between Lei Biao and Qiao Guiquan... No matter how you think about it, you need value-added service!
After deducting the seven or eight points, your pity accumulation of just tens of thousands of points will soon be bottomed out. You can't lose your credit limit. I also worked very hard, so I had to stop your value-added service. At this stop, Murong Rou quickly found your head.Now I know that this service is really worth it?
The sheep horn helmet turned around. He knew that the black eyes on both sides of the helmet were fake, but everyone couldn't help but feel the illusion of being stared at by it. Coupled with the kind words, the hearts of the feet suddenly became numb and itchy, and cold sweat flowed all over the spine.
Mama, Yiwu see, you're almost here, let's get off.
Next...what to go down?Go down there?If you were not down-to-earth, wouldn’t it be a peace of mind?
Ma Changsheng was frightened. At first, he did not believe in the feathered sheep god, but his depression was unbearable. Even facing Qiong Niang felt bitter. His wife was well-educated and polite, gentle and beautiful. Although she was upright in nature, she was happy in bed and was willing to savor the flute and tuck his vagina. She didn't think she was ashamed of her. She was simply a perfect wife... Ma Changsheng didn't understand why she couldn't get hard.
Qiong Niang was not angry or disgusted with this, but the more gentle and considerate she was, the softer the horse's long voice became.
This is a living hell, the man thought in despair.
What kind of evil things did he do in his previous life that he received such retribution?
What's even more terrifying is that he is not without desire.
Ma Changsheng spent a long time relying on peeping his wife to bathe, change clothes and even go to the toilet, but he longed for the wet pussy, with a faint fishy and salty sweat, mixed with fragrant skin, and the fierce reaction of the woman under him during intercourse: gasping, moaning, and even crying and crying and pain. But, let alone the Qinlou Chuguan, he could not even go to the prostitute village near Baichengshan.
He is Wu Mao, the Minister of War, and he is the only ungrateful wolf who obviously can't match but still marrys his only pearl in his hand.His life is so messy, will he still be charged with lingering in love?
He couldn't imagine the disappointed expression of Qiong Niang when she learned about it. If she forgives him, maybe Ma Changsheng would really choose to wipe her neck.How could her precious and unreserved love be so heavy?
The appearance of the God of Feathers was no worse than his life at that time.
No, it should be said that maybe it was a few small episodes that were a little lively and lively in Ma Changsheng's terrible life at that time.
He still remembers the first game mission given to him by the Feathered God was to stop and kill a female thief named Lan Yindie. The information said that she was about twenty-seven or eight years old. She had sex with her master since she was a child. Later, she became a senior brother and conspired to kill his master and seize the treasure and then robbed him of the mistress who thought he had both wealth and wealth. From then on, she was free and easy.
Lan Yindie was not his opponent, and she tempted him with her body without any surprise. Ma Changsheng took off his pants without hesitation, unable to control his cock that was bouncing up and down. Puff Jī!After squeezing into the girl's vagina, Lan Yindie curled up with a cry. The wet and warmth made the man fly into the sky and he almost forgot that he could be so hard.
The hand she held was like a knife hilt wrapped around the leather belt. I recalled the pleasure of making the knife fight and life hanged in a thread, and was so excited that I was terrified.
Moreover, according to the task instructions, the game starts after insertion, and rape is an inevitable part.
In the past, I always thought that female demons who are famous for their sexual skills should be swearing and charming, but Lan Yindie looked like a young country wife with an angry brows, tied a thick, shiny braid with long waists, and looked bloated. She looked bloated with a thick, floral skirt and winter jacket. She opened her arms and saw that it was a rouge-colored brocade bellyband inside, and it was wrapped with a proudly soft big breast.
The plump breasts and fat buttocks, the naturally fleshy blue butterfly, and the round and concave gourd waist. The snow-white thighs are both plump and strong. After stripping them naked, they are two different scenery.
The girl with a well-known name, Blood Guanyin, was actually a good woman when she was fucked. She kept pushing and urging her chest with her little hands, or hitting him weakly and shamelessly. It was not painful or itchy for a strong man who was training his essence, but was even more excited.
Ma Changsheng rubbed the girl's fertile breasts in water-shaped shape, and after sucking and gnawing, he still couldn't enjoy it. He went to kiss her mouth again. Lan Yindie resisted desperately, but he pushed her hard a few times, but he couldn't help but open his mouth and stretched out his tongue. The snow neck that was raised with force had a faint green collar, trembling so much that he could not resist.
When holding her wet mouth, the man found that even the tip of her tongue was cold, as if her whole body was concentrated in her vagina. It felt like a hot ball of oil was inserted into the cream, and the skin rope was buried in it, wrapping his hard cock tightly circles. The uncontrollable twitch made him fully feel the girl's helplessness, and the excitement and satisfaction of conquering her were thriving.
No...No!AhAh... Let me go... thief... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... AhAh... can't do it anymore!AhAhAh…so swelling…AhAh…
The gentle wife never brought him such a strong pleasure. When she was newlywed, the comfortable fragrant quilt and mandarin pillow in the boudoir was far inferior to the sweat and blood in the wild grass.
The horse, who was in his prime, thrust without any effort, and for the first time in his life, he hit a woman like a beast. He was surprised that they could withstand the ravages. The accumulated strong comfort soon came to his senses. He fucked faster and more fiercely. The blue silver butterfly, who was trembling as arches, could not even scream. Zhang Datan's mouth and eyes were scattered, and the oily skin clamps like feet shrank inward, and he pulled out a large amount of thick semen!
ah!
The girl's soul flew out of the sky, and the lotus feet that were squinted against the man's waist and back were lifted up. The tip of the pestle sank down like it was bitten, sinking into a narrow hole. The horse, which did not stop during ejaculation, roared and closed its hips, but failed to pull it out. She simply pressed against the soft, tender and crispy little flesh cave. Every time she hit the blue silver butterfly, bursting out a short and crisp sound, which was connected without breaking, just like playing a musical instrument.
Ahahahahahahah！
The penis did not even soften, and the urethra became sore and ejaculated again with a comfortable ejaculation.
He held up slightly, trying to pull out to take a breath, but the girl's sweaty breasts were big and round, shaking like waves, and her eyes were so tempting that it was unbearable. When he came to his senses, he had rubbed his thin white snow breasts, and his cast iron fingers were deeply pinched into the breasts, which made her cry, and the semen would surging out in an instant.
He caught a glimpse of mockery in the girl's faint eyes.
Lan Yindie's martial arts skills are mediocre, but the "Hehuan Book" she won from her master is also called Xiaoyao Heavenly Demon Art. It is the unique skill of Xiaoyao Hehuan Palace in the past. Her master participated in the devil-killing action of killing Zhuang Yangzi. He accidentally obtained this book, but he did not have the talent to become a demon. It was passed on to Lan Yindie's generation, leaving only the secret technique of collecting and replenishing.
She was twelve years old and let her master break up as a fellow practitioner of the furnace and cauldron. Both the master and the apprentice had no progress in both internal and external martial arts. She only quietly practiced this strange ability to steal the male yang energy by using the stinging households.
Once you enter the hole, a man will find it difficult to suppress his ejaculation and then lose his ability. It is easy to pull out his dick and leave, but no man has ever tried to resist this ecstasy taste. He is still reluctant to stop dying and the pleasure of ejaculation until his life is dying. This is something extremely similar.
This black-clothed evil star who suddenly came to the door was said to be the strongest man Lan Yindie had ever met. In her charming and ecstasy cave, she could only obediently goblins and die. When the girl found that something was wrong with her orgasm, it was too late.
She was so beautiful that her whole body was soft and she was leaking her vaginal essence indirectly. She had long lost the strength to tamper her feet and grabbing her back, or pretended to be weak and struggling. She let the man criticize her like a pool of mud. She faintly noticed that her skills and even the male essence she had just absorbed was quickly lost. She was swallowed up by the madman's quick beauty. She twitched and moaned wildly. Finally, the horse ran a long voice and fucked her to death. She also collected the internal strength of the "Hehuan Book" that the girl had practiced for fifteen years. Including her master and senior brother, she was afraid that it was more than this number.
Although he did not believe in the gods of the gods, he had the good habit of reading the instructions in detail. Such a stern look ultimately saved him.
Lan Yindie’s master and disciple are actually only half of the “Hehuan Book”, called Yangjieqiao. This method is dedicated to absorbing yang energy. It is useless for men to practice it. Only Lan Yindie has quietly mastered the method.
In the mission description of the feathered sheep god, there is a method of Yin Zha. The horse's long-singing skills are much higher than those of the blue silver butterfly, and this is the result of tug of war.
Ma Changsheng didn't even have time to deal with the body, so he rushed home to take off his clothes and broke into Qiong Niang's room. They had been sleeping in separate rooms for more than half a year while their penis was still hard, so they fucked her for a while.
Qiong Niang is a hundred times more beautiful than the village girl, and she is a truly pampered daughter. Her delicate look is revealed from the inside, without any roughness, as if she is priceless.
Even on the wedding night, he took care of her in every way, for fear of pinching the jade man. He had never lifted the quilt and ripped into her body like this, rubbing the heavy milk melons to deform freely. The snow-white body was covered with red scratches, as if it was raped by a villain. The moonlight that penetrated into the window lattice illuminated the mess and was indescribable.
But Qiong Niang was happy, and the spasms in her vagina had never been so violent and strong. The honey pot that had not been trained with the secret technique of replenishing the secret, was no less than the infamous Blood Guanyin Blue Silver Butterfly, and easily scraped out a thick sperm.
The beautiful woman who was panting and about to faint suddenly realized that her husband was actually terrifying and hard at the moment of ejaculation, and continued to scrape her, instantly pushed her to the top of the Yunding Peak for more than twenty years. Although she failed to give birth, Qiong Niang was no longer young.
Ma Changsheng looked at his naked beloved wife who was bent her legs and hips, sleeping soundly as if she was dead, and then she found that there was a distinct plump woman between her waist and abdomen, which was no longer as graceful as before. Her plump snow thighs were like two milk melons, and her skin was so good that her hands were slightly red with a light blue collar, but the fine lines under her thighs were clearly visible and they were no longer as tight as before.
Even the beauty of a fairy is ultimately invincible to the erosion of time. Just now, Qiong Niang opened her mouth and tongue uncontrollably when she was so beautiful that she opened her mouth and tongue. She was somewhat similar to Lan Yindie. She was so ordinary that she was fucked so soft that she would fall asleep in a vulgar and gorgeous posture, which was not elegant and precious at all.
The man looked at his wife who fell into the mortal world and thoughtful.
If it weren't for Qiong Niang's discovery of his secret, the time after that would have been sweet, and she felt a little like she was when she first got married.
The Yuanyin of a woman who uses Yin to jump horse to digest cannot be dissolved and becomes a ball of miscellaneous energy in the dantian. The Daqinghe School has no other skills in internal strength. Ma Changsheng can only slowly transform with its own skills. Until the Feathered God revealed the complete version of "Hehuan Book", there is the trick to refining miscellaneous energy as a skill. Ma Changsheng therefore walked deeper step by step, and finally couldn't extricate himself.
The Feathered God did not give him an excuse to self-fulfille from the beginning.
Killing Blood Guanyin Lan Yindie is not to punish evil and eliminate evil. She does not need to fuck her cock into the female devil's pussy. The guy wants him to face the deepest desire in his heart and release the suppressed and unbearable hideous beast.
Taking the Blue Silver Butterfly's internal strength for himself opened up the ambition of martial arts for Ma Changsheng. After the exchanged martial arts, magic weapons and strange medicines were greatly improved, power and wealth followed one after another, and Ma Changsheng gradually became unwilling to accept this. At this time, the Feathered Sheep God proposed to him to be promoted to a demigod, and the Bamboo Tiger God was born.
Looking back, everything he had was given by the world. This system that he initially scoffed at the sneer made a depressed swordsman transform into the lord of a city. If the game is to continue playing like this, who said that he could not climb to the throne of Dongzhen, or even give guidance to the country and win the world?
How can you not restore your original state with just two arms?
If he doesn’t have enough points, he will make a credit!
It’s not too late to pass this level first!
Who would be so stupid as to leave the game?Don’t think about it…I won’t die!
He gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall. The pain in his body, which was about to collapse, also increased. He was like stabbing in his dantian, which was comparable to torture.
Whether he practiced the Hehuan Book or Tianyu Gong, he was all a clever way of taking advantage of the side and left-wing paths who did not distinguish between essence and mass and only sought quick success. This kind of evil martial arts often endured the pain of dispersing the martial arts. For example, the divine bird Garula, who had been eating poisonous snakes throughout his life in the Buddhist scriptures, had to be poisoned by the poison of all snakes in his body before he died, and died in great pain.
I... don't pay... points... credit... exchange...
Mama, it makes it difficult for me to do Ah like this.The feathered sheep spread her hands, her body movements were full of helplessness, but unfortunately no one could laugh.
In this way, for the sake of being the most experienced player, I will let you get the same as credit, depending on which hand you want to cure, or stop dispersing your skills... There is only one chance, if you miss it, wait for the next life!Choose Ah well.
Everyone looked at each other, and their scalp became numb.
It is better not to choose such a choice: if you can restore an arm out of thin air, it will be half-dead; if you stop the pain of scattering the ritual, what should you do with your hands?
How much can I retain my original skills?
No matter what choice, it will not change the tragic situation. It is just delaying liberation, and it is basically a punishment.
The horse gritted its teeth and gasped, enduring the severe pain, and said one by one: Others... "Other Catalogs"... Volume 5... Episode 17... The faint sound of blood mist soared into the sky, and hissing sounds continued until the horse rang out. Bang!When he looked up to the sky, everyone saw that his throat was cut horizontally, more than half deep. Although he died, his eyes were not closed, his face was full of surprise, and his mouth was still on the word "小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小�
Liang Yànzhen remembered Mo Zhi's words, and wanted to take the horse's long voice alive and his eyes were about to break. He ignored the risk of whip and flew forward and rolled in, and handed over a single knife, using his skills to chop off the body and arms, and used his clothes?
He snatched his pockets in his arms and stroked his feet back.
The feathered sheep shook his head with his empty left hand hooked claws, and his voice was awkward: Uh, I said, "Your points are enough. Whether you want to roast fire or eat raw, can you add a beef leg?"I guarantee that I am a top scalper, don’t be so ah.
Liang Yànzhen didn't have time to accompany him to go crazy, but Yan Manshuang, who was guarding the gate of the temple and holding his hands behind his back, glanced at her and said coldly: Are you a Zhengtu?Liang Yiànzhen's heart suddenly jumped when she was glanced at her. Instinct stopped, her delicate body tensed for a moment, but her chest was always uneasy and bit her red lip: Let me save people first, and then there is a sacrificing the account together, and I can't escape you.
Yan Manshuang's mouth raised slightly, and the small and delicate folds appeared again. Her petite body exuded an amazing aura. She looked her up and down, squinted her eyes and snorted and said: It's a love species.I let myself go sideways.
Liang Yiàn Zhen suddenly felt the pressure was gone, as if there was an invisible huge wall to remove it. There was no such uneasy suffocation, and he was even more shocked and did not dare to delay, so he rushed into the temple with his head in his mouth.
When I was wrong, I vaguely heard the girl say in a low voice: ...It's not her.But it doesn't understand its meaning.
Ma Changsheng's broken arm was sent into the side wing. Mo Zhiyi, who was wearing a white cotton robe and white cloth skirt, applied a golden needle to his arm on another much smaller iron table in the corner of the wall to maintain muscle blood activity and block the loss of true qi. He felt something was wrong after he lowered the needle and frowned and said: Is this cut off alive?
Liang Yinzhen outside the door hesitated for a moment and said stutteringly: I cut off my energy just after I died, and I just cut it off.
With a bang, Mo Zheng slapped his arms and his equipment scattered, and he said angrily: "Kill alive" which word do you understand?This won't use Ah!Chu Zhiqin was startled, but she was even more worried and cast an anxious and helpless look.
Mo Ting didn't raise her head on the main table. While taking advantage of the effect of Mafei Powder, she spoke calmly: Since it is a rotten corpse poison, she does not need to use the method of coagulating and revitalizing acupuncture, how about using the method of transforming acupuncture?In this way, then...huh?This is suddenly raised his voice: ...Mom!
Mom is useless, is it right?Mo Zhi packed up the needlework and stabbed it on his broken arm like he was breathless, and said angrily: Why do I need you to teach me how to apply the needle?It is not possible to use this thing as medicine. He has to have the life to wait until he tries to solve it. He can be faster when he activates blood.
Ying Fengse looked out of the door through the dust filter yarn. Although she had limited knowledge of medical knowledge, she vaguely understood the conversation between the mother and daughter.
Just like Mo Ting neutralized the poison of her mother's Jade Palace through intercourse with him, using her own talent that will definitely relieve all poisons. "The Soul-Breaking Blood Sword" is a living poison that can only be produced by practicing it in the body and activate true qi. Its reason is similar to that although a snake or scorpion has a poisonous sac, it does not harm itself.
Eating snake meat or scorpion meat cannot detoxify, and the corresponding prescription can be extracted from the blood taken alive.
Mo Zhiyi said that blood-activated combination is probably the blood of his daughter. It is the fastest to try the source of poison. The poison blood in the poisoned person has been mixed with more and more complex factors. Unless you have enough intimate contact with Mo Ting and directly let the combination happen in her body, the effect will not be very good.
Of course, Mo Ting couldn't do this.
The horse Changsheng died, the source of poison has disappeared, and the broken arm will not activate the true qi and condense the toxicity on its own. The shortcut to promoting blood circulation and combining is like a cut off.
If this broken arm can be kept alive, it would be like a surviving horse Changsheng, who was still receiving a lively body, and he was about to speak, but suddenly the sky turned dizzy and his breath was suffocated. When he came back to his senses, he was pinched his throat and held it between his arms. The person's skin was extremely silky, and he could clearly feel it through several layers of clothing, not to mention the scent of frankincense that was leaking. If he hadn't suspected that he would have twisted his neck, and to be honest, this posture would be really good.
Lu Xise drew out his sword, and Liang Yiànzhen and Chu Zhiqin opened their voices together: What are you doing!
Let him go!
But when the beautiful woman from the black gorge laughed, "...You'd better ask me to take out the baby sent here at the cheap sn in law, there's no need to be a match. I have my own way to relieve the rotten corpse poison on the kid's body.Just have to wait for Ah, and wait until the poison is close to the heart meridian, let alone the mother, the Daluo Jinxian can't save him.He said to Mo Ting naturally.
Mo Ting is snatching the intestinal wounds. The time limit for blocking blood flow with golden needles is very tight. The intestines are the most difficult part of the organs to deal with. According to Mo Zhiyi's method of taking medicine to stop filth, it is essentially gambling. As long as Ye Zangke's life is hard enough, he will not die, but he will most likely die. Mo Ting can only try his best to debride before locking his abdominal cavity to reduce his chance of being infected.
But her mother was just trying to fight every second. She had planned it. No matter how the situation changed, she came to hold Ying Fengse, forcing her to untie the tricolor dragon gust in his heart and return the good things to the original owner.
Mo Ting didn't know whether to treat her mother or believe that she really wanted to help her, she was even more disappointed. As a doctor's self-requirement, she did not allow her to shake easily. Her hands were still focused on the work in front of her. She took a deep breath and was about to reply, but she suddenly heard Ying Fengse say: ...As long as you can maintain that this arm is alive, that's fine?The sound was dull, but it was made from Mo Zheng's armpit.
The beautiful woman's delicate body still couldn't hold back her smile, and her dimples were faint by her mouth, just jumping up.
Very itchy!Hello, don’t talk to someone’s breasts, do you still want to marry my daughter?Although my mother-in-law is also a mother, she is not going to let you eat so much.You didn't say that when you stepped on me, of course Ying Fengse didn't dare to say it, and tried hard to say it, saying: I... I know that there is a medicine or a miraculous effect, so I can get it nearby.Within half an hour... No, I can go back and forth in two minutes. I wonder if it is too late?
Don’t be so excited that you are raising your eyebrows slightly.
I can't hold on for two moments, at most I can get a little more.I want to see what elixir you can create.With a casual move, he threw the huge young man from the hairy tribe out of the door like a chicken. He giggled like a strange and interesting giggled. He touched the breasts that were hot by the young man. His little face was slightly red. He returned to the small platform in the corner as if nothing had happened. He hummed a small song, and his fair and tender horns gently pressed the purple broken arm. The hollow decoration from the white wrist to the back of the fingers of the hand suddenly flowed like gold water, and it penetrated into the broken arm. A golden vein flashed under his skin, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.
Although Mo Ting turned her back to her and took the time to rescue her, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The use of Su Ni needle consumes the blood marrow qi. The blood marrow qi is like the strength of muscles and bones. Unless the root cause is damaged, it will recover by itself if it is ignored. It is different from the true qi, but after all, it is not ready to use.
If my mother came for the tricolor dragon bead, there was no reason to let Ying Fengse leave; Mo Ting knew that he was not a slut who escaped on excuses, but her mother did not believe in others, nor did she know Ying Fengse, so she could not be so naive that she believed his words and waited for him to get the elixir back.
What is this... for?What is her real plan?
Ye Zangke's body did not allow her to distract herself and suddenly became violently convulsed. He didn't know whether it was the embolization caused by the obstruction of the golden needle, or whether the toxicity spread to a critical point.
…………
From when, there were suddenly only two people on the field who were cross-legged in the distance to regulate their breathing, and the words of the monk Wuye who had lost his body and was half dead.
The half-human and half-beasted king of the world dragged his whip handle, walked through the open space in front of the temple with a slight mood, and casually crossed the corpse on the ground, the thick sheep's feet were as cheerful as the stalkers in the mountains, and were more agile than a human. The thigh muscles could be seen under the fur. Yan Manshuang could see his eyes unblocked, but he could never see the flaws.
She asked herself that she had a wide range of knowledge and had encountered enough strange things in the years she traveled around the East China Sea.
The most inexpensive thing in the world is liars, but I have never seen such exquisite disguise and modification techniques. Not only are the props exquisite, but the most difficult one is definitely the actor wearing this half-human and half-beast outfit. His skills have reached a state of perfection and cannot be underestimated.
Just now, when the Feathered Sheep God waved her whip, she might not have time to stop her. It would be better for the dog to bite the dog. Zhuhu is not willing to die, so why stop him?
Secondly, she also wanted to see the chimpanzee hand with five nails curved like an eagle's beak to prevent the weapon from being used.
Facts have proved that the leather hood with hook claws did not hinder the superb whip technique of the Feathered Sheep God. It might be stronger after removing the outfit. However, in the eyes of Yan Manshuang, who is also good at using meteors, his whip movement that cuts the horse's long throat is all right, and it is the hand and eye of a first-class expert in the world. Then there is only one question left behind that is buried in the heart bead behind her neck. Is it him?
The feathered sheep god stopped several feet away, which is a relatively favorable position for the whip rope.
The smart calculation made Yan Manshuang feel a little disappointed. The top master who could silently put down himself and buried him in the mechanism seemed not to be so petty.
From the top of the sheep horn helmet, the beast-shaped demigod was more than eight feet long. The petite Yan Manshuang stood at the top of the steps as tall as him. The two were facing each other under the moon, and in the end, the feathered sheep god broke the silence.
Oh my, what should I say?I'm actually here for you tonight... Wait, wait a moment!What does this sound strange? I am really not a copper smelting Ah. I have always liked big breasts!No, although you are small, your breasts are not small at all... Slowly, although this sounds like a confession, if you are not a girl, then there will be no problem.
Every time her body enters and leaves the world, she has already been seen through. Even if she does anything too much to the girl, she knows nothing about the true meaning behind the vulgar words. Yan Manfrost does not even show any disgust and anger in her cold apricot eyes, which is unpredictable.
The feathered god doesn't like such calmness.
This means that she has more cards in her hand than he expected, and maybe even better.
What you stuffed you to me... How do you say, you know, is that kind of 'powerful person'.He bent his hands and ate his claws, and moved in his ears like a crab.
I also had a headache and couldn't ignore it, so I took some time to investigate Yan Manshuang.As you know, there are very few messages that can be found, almost only one.
Yan Manshuang's mouth raised slightly, folding and fainting, but she was not smiling.
The Feathered God said to himself: It’s so irritating that I can’t find anything. I have a sudden idea. Why not start with your master, Minn, and love the house.But what is strange is that when Weiming used to kick restaurants everywhere, many people had seen her and fists, not fictional characters, but since she built this nunnery that was not like a nunnery and accepted a little girl as her disciple, there was no news about this person in the world.
I checked the temple where Weiming was slaughtered and found out that her certificate was bought by Mr. Yu of the Tang Du Yu family for money. She had never shaved her hair, and she had never left her home for a day, and she had never even stayed in the temple. Whether this was considered a nun or not is actually still to be discussed.
Fortunately, Jingchan Guangming Temple, which was awarded her a certificate of tribute, was the place where Mrs. Yu took refuge during her lifetime. It was not an exaggeration to say that she had donated most of the temples. There was a "Picture of the Lotus Heavenly Girl" in the temple, which was painted in the appearance of Mrs. Yu when she was young.It is said that Mr. Yu went to the temple to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the day, and stayed in front of the portrait for more than half an hour. He was really the most affectionate and life and death.
I sent someone to copy a picture. It was indeed a rare beauty, petite and delicate. No wonder Mr. Yu couldn't forget it.It is said that the couple got married by their aunts and married together. The women of the Yu family are all small, look at Yu Jianfei.But I think this portrait of a celestial girl looks more and more familiar as I look at it. Which one do you think?Take out the scroll and swish!Shake away and throw it to the temple.
If Yu Jianfei's hanging red image is about 607% similar to Yan Manshuang, the woman in this painting only changed her clothes and changed to a combed adult woman's hairstyle, and she couldn't be more similar.
The feathered sheep god held the bone armor of the gorilla hand and counted one by one: Since you appeared, Weiming has disappeared from the world; you look exactly the same as Weiming's mother, plus the most interesting one, Yan Manshuang, a registered disciple of Shuiyue Dingxuan, was killed by evil demons in Fenglin Station on the outskirts of Huyin City fifteen years ago in Fenglin Station on the outskirts of Huyin City. Because all the fellow travelers were killed, no one in Shuiyue Gate knew who this girl was, and was buried in the Yizhuang outside Huyin City as if she was innocent.
Later, I received an anonymous letter saying that she was a disciple taken by Yunzhuang during her journey. When I went to her hometown to investigate, I found out that I returned the ashes to the Yan family.Yan Manshuang was reincarnated and became a human being for two lives, and it was no longer your appearance.Unfortunately, there is no authentic Shuiyue disciple among these Jiuyuan envoys. Otherwise, there will be many people in the sect to know about this matter, and I think you have already exposed your impersonation trick.
The half-human and half-beasted king of the world hugged his arms and stood his chin, and surrounded the petite girl with her eyes down and cold faced with interest.
Let me re-introduce you. The God of Feathers, the Lord of the Descendant Realm, is His Majesty the most loyal slave of His Majesty. He comes from Youqiu Jiuyuan and is currently single.Should I call you "Tao Ming Master" or "Yu Weiming"?
Those who have seen the feathered sheep god have no idea how many times they have experienced this demonic appearance in the nightmare. At this moment, they came to the moonlight and saw its hunchbacked body, which is far higher than ordinary people, with furry and black hairy like ink and deep palm lines, not to mention the pair of sheep's hooves that are as thick as a calf and have their knees folded back into the character "ㄑ", which is completely a nightmare that comes out of life.
The bright moonlight has not been exposed to the disguise, revealing artificial roughness and ability. On the contrary, just because it is easy to walk, the steady and light steps can even see its profound skills. If this beast shape is an illusion, this person may have been disguised as such since he was born, so of course there is a more convenient and intuitive explanation, that is, the feathered sheep god is really not a human.
It is a divine messenger who came from the Nine Abyss to the world and devoted himself to the arrival of the Dragon Emperor. Once he saw its true appearance in the world, everyone had nowhere to escape and could no longer deceive himself. It was caused by disguising himself in the dark room. The barrier between nightmare and reality suddenly disappeared, and nightmare immediately became a reality.
When the sword ghost curled down the steps saw it coming, he struggled to lift it up and said hoarsely: The feathered sheep god...that tears...that blood...I didn't lose...points...for me...the bones on his left arm were broken, and he couldn't lift it up. His barely trembling right palm was twisted so hard that it could hardly tell the true shape. It was as straight as a coral, but it was beaten by Ye Zangke's blow in danger, which was as bad as a moose.
The feathered god waved his hand at him, and the orangutan with bone armor like a hook waved his hands up and down, making it indescribably funny and weird.
OK OK OK Don’t worry, let go quickly, there are still children on the scene!Parents, I’m sorry, Ah, he is just like this, without any malicious intentions.Hook claw Kara Kara scratched the chin of the feathered sheep and tsk: What's wrong with you? You don't mind if the horseman shouted like this, Ma Long Speaks Lord Ma?Everyone is so familiar with each other.You changed to "Soul-Breaking Blood Sword", the Qiankun Hongyu Pill, and the upgraded version of "Xiaoyao Hehuan Book" with ten stunning cauldrons. Although "stunning" is a bit of a scam, it is just like marketing, and people are not ugly!My breasts are still big.If you didn’t apply for a return and exchange within seven days, it means that the transaction is completed. It’s okay if you don’t like it, but it’s not kind to say it.
It's time to count, the points you earned in Kong Haiyi Pool are not only clear, but also deducted... Let's take a look, deducted 75,312:30, deducted 75,313 points, and you can't repay anything.
Ying Feng couldn't help but feel a stern: Sure enough, the bamboo tiger is the long sound of a horse!
Ma Changsheng's cover scarf had already loosened, and finally slipped down after struggling hard, revealing a long gray face with dense eyes and sunken cheeks. The outline of his facial features was vaguely the same as the color of Yingfeng that year, but it seemed to have atrophy of muscles, the epidermis tightened and tightened, and the skull looked like a jerk with sparse beards and eyebrows, and they looked like ghosts and people.
Ying Fengse remembered Huo Tieshan, the owner of the Black Mountain Old Demon, who came. Although the guy was tortured by the iron teeth and ghostly faced chin, the despair, viciousness and madness in his eyes were very similar to the long sound of the horse at this moment.In my impression, the deputy director of the Jianzhong Taishu who treated the young man with a gentle and polite smile seemed to be gone in this person.
You... are stubborn!The horse's long voice and turbid pupils were sinister, and the blood stains were half-dried and the dry mouth was spitting bloody spits, as if it was about to devour people.
I... tens of thousands of points... obviously... how could I... I was very hurt and it was hard to make a sentence.
That's right, the Feathered God scratched the side of his helmet as if he was very troubled, tilting his head slightly, and his movements were so vivid that it made people think it was really his head.Mama, your active redemption points seem to be more than enough, but they are all consumed in passive needs. This instruction manual is also written, I think you may not have read it carefully.
Kong Haiyichi has the obligation to protect all participants and play games well, but this service is a good deal. Once you are in danger regularly, you have to pay more money if you exceed the scope of free services!Very fair, right?
When you strangled your wife, who secretly got rid of the potential testimony for you?The old Shangshu finally discovered that you killed your beloved daughter. When you two father-in-law and son-in-law turned against each other, wouldn’t you think you were doing it without knowing it?There is also a mess of collusion between Lei Biao and Qiao Guiquan... No matter how you think about it, you need value-added service!
After deducting the seven or eight points, your pity accumulation of just tens of thousands of points will soon be bottomed out. You can't lose your credit limit. I also worked very hard, so I had to stop your value-added service. At this stop, Murong Rou quickly found your head.Now I know that this service is really worth it?
The sheep horn helmet turned around. He knew that the black eyes on both sides of the helmet were fake, but everyone couldn't help but feel the illusion of being stared at by it. Coupled with the kind words, the hearts of the feet suddenly became numb and itchy, and cold sweat flowed all over the spine.
Mama, Yiwu see, you're almost here, let's get off.
Next...what to go down?Go down there?If you were not down-to-earth, wouldn’t it be a peace of mind?
Ma Changsheng was frightened. At first, he did not believe in the feathered sheep god, but his depression was unbearable. Even facing Qiong Niang felt bitter. His wife was well-educated and polite, gentle and beautiful. Although she was upright in nature, she was happy in bed and was willing to savor the flute and tuck his vagina. She didn't think she was ashamed of her. She was simply a perfect wife... Ma Changsheng didn't understand why she couldn't get hard.
Qiong Niang was not angry or disgusted with this, but the more gentle and considerate she was, the softer the horse's long voice became.
This is a living hell, the man thought in despair.
What kind of evil things did he do in his previous life that he received such retribution?
What's even more terrifying is that he is not without desire.
Ma Changsheng spent a long time relying on peeping his wife to bathe, change clothes and even go to the toilet, but he longed for the wet pussy, with a faint fishy and salty sweat, mixed with fragrant skin, and the fierce reaction of the woman under him during intercourse: gasping, moaning, and even crying and crying and pain. But, let alone the Qinlou Chuguan, he could not even go to the prostitute village near Baichengshan.
He is Wu Mao, the Minister of War, and he is the only ungrateful wolf who obviously can't match but still marrys his only pearl in his hand.His life is so messy, will he still be charged with lingering in love?
He couldn't imagine the disappointed expression of Qiong Niang when she learned about it. If she forgives him, maybe Ma Changsheng would really choose to wipe her neck.How could her precious and unreserved love be so heavy?
The appearance of the God of Feathers was no worse than his life at that time.
No, it should be said that maybe it was a few small episodes that were a little lively and lively in Ma Changsheng's terrible life at that time.
He still remembers the first game mission given to him by the Feathered God was to stop and kill a female thief named Lan Yindie. The information said that she was about twenty-seven or eight years old. She had sex with her master since she was a child. Later, she became a senior brother and conspired to kill his master and seize the treasure and then robbed him of the mistress who thought he had both wealth and wealth. From then on, she was free and easy.
Lan Yindie was not his opponent, and she tempted him with her body without any surprise. Ma Changsheng took off his pants without hesitation, unable to control his cock that was bouncing up and down. Puff Jī!After squeezing into the girl's vagina, Lan Yindie curled up with a cry. The wet and warmth made the man fly into the sky and he almost forgot that he could be so hard.
The hand she held was like a knife hilt wrapped around the leather belt. I recalled the pleasure of making the knife fight and life hanged in a thread, and was so excited that I was terrified.
Moreover, according to the task instructions, the game starts after insertion, and rape is an inevitable part.
In the past, I always thought that female demons who are famous for their sexual skills should be swearing and charming, but Lan Yindie looked like a young country wife with an angry brows, tied a thick, shiny braid with long waists, and looked bloated. She looked bloated with a thick, floral skirt and winter jacket. She opened her arms and saw that it was a rouge-colored brocade bellyband inside, and it was wrapped with a proudly soft big breast.
The plump breasts and fat buttocks, the naturally fleshy blue butterfly, and the round and concave gourd waist. The snow-white thighs are both plump and strong. After stripping them naked, they are two different scenery.
The girl with a well-known name, Blood Guanyin, was actually a good woman when she was fucked. She kept pushing and urging her chest with her little hands, or hitting him weakly and shamelessly. It was not painful or itchy for a strong man who was training his essence, but was even more excited.
Ma Changsheng rubbed the girl's fertile breasts in water-shaped shape, and after sucking and gnawing, he still couldn't enjoy it. He went to kiss her mouth again. Lan Yindie resisted desperately, but he pushed her hard a few times, but he couldn't help but open his mouth and stretched out his tongue. The snow neck that was raised with force had a faint green collar, trembling so much that he could not resist.
When holding her wet mouth, the man found that even the tip of her tongue was cold, as if her whole body was concentrated in her vagina. It felt like a hot ball of oil was inserted into the cream, and the skin rope was buried in it, wrapping his hard cock tightly circles. The uncontrollable twitch made him fully feel the girl's helplessness, and the excitement and satisfaction of conquering her were thriving.
No...No!AhAh... Let me go... thief... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... woo... AhAh... can't do it anymore!AhAhAh…so swelling…AhAh…
The gentle wife never brought him such a strong pleasure. When she was newlywed, the comfortable fragrant quilt and mandarin pillow in the boudoir was far inferior to the sweat and blood in the wild grass.
The horse, who was in his prime, thrust without any effort, and for the first time in his life, he hit a woman like a beast. He was surprised that they could withstand the ravages. The accumulated strong comfort soon came to his senses. He fucked faster and more fiercely. The blue silver butterfly, who was trembling as arches, could not even scream. Zhang Datan's mouth and eyes were scattered, and the oily skin clamps like feet shrank inward, and he pulled out a large amount of thick semen!
ah!
The girl's soul flew out of the sky, and the lotus feet that were squinted against the man's waist and back were lifted up. The tip of the pestle sank down like it was bitten, sinking into a narrow hole. The horse, which did not stop during ejaculation, roared and closed its hips, but failed to pull it out. She simply pressed against the soft, tender and crispy little flesh cave. Every time she hit the blue silver butterfly, bursting out a short and crisp sound, which was connected without breaking, just like playing a musical instrument.
Ahahahahahahah！
The penis did not even soften, and the urethra became sore and ejaculated again with a comfortable ejaculation.
He held up slightly, trying to pull out to take a breath, but the girl's sweaty breasts were big and round, shaking like waves, and her eyes were so tempting that it was unbearable. When he came to his senses, he had rubbed his thin white snow breasts, and his cast iron fingers were deeply pinched into the breasts, which made her cry, and the semen would surging out in an instant.
He caught a glimpse of mockery in the girl's faint eyes.
Lan Yindie's martial arts skills are mediocre, but the "Hehuan Book" she won from her master is also called Xiaoyao Heavenly Demon Art. It is the unique skill of Xiaoyao Hehuan Palace in the past. Her master participated in the devil-killing action of killing Zhuang Yangzi. He accidentally obtained this book, but he did not have the talent to become a demon. It was passed on to Lan Yindie's generation, leaving only the secret technique of collecting and replenishing.
She was twelve years old and let her master break up as a fellow practitioner of the furnace and cauldron. Both the master and the apprentice had no progress in both internal and external martial arts. She only quietly practiced this strange ability to steal the male yang energy by using the stinging households.
Once you enter the hole, a man will find it difficult to suppress his ejaculation and then lose his ability. It is easy to pull out his dick and leave, but no man has ever tried to resist this ecstasy taste. He is still reluctant to stop dying and the pleasure of ejaculation until his life is dying. This is something extremely similar.
This black-clothed evil star who suddenly came to the door was said to be the strongest man Lan Yindie had ever met. In her charming and ecstasy cave, she could only obediently goblins and die. When the girl found that something was wrong with her orgasm, it was too late.
She was so beautiful that her whole body was soft and she was leaking her vaginal essence indirectly. She had long lost the strength to tamper her feet and grabbing her back, or pretended to be weak and struggling. She let the man criticize her like a pool of mud. She faintly noticed that her skills and even the male essence she had just absorbed was quickly lost. She was swallowed up by the madman's quick beauty. She twitched and moaned wildly. Finally, the horse ran a long voice and fucked her to death. She also collected the internal strength of the "Hehuan Book" that the girl had practiced for fifteen years. Including her master and senior brother, she was afraid that it was more than this number.
Although he did not believe in the gods of the gods, he had the good habit of reading the instructions in detail. Such a stern look ultimately saved him.
Lan Yindie’s master and disciple are actually only half of the “Hehuan Book”, called Yangjieqiao. This method is dedicated to absorbing yang energy. It is useless for men to practice it. Only Lan Yindie has quietly mastered the method.
In the mission description of the feathered sheep god, there is a method of Yin Zha. The horse's long-singing skills are much higher than those of the blue silver butterfly, and this is the result of tug of war.
Ma Changsheng didn't even have time to deal with the body, so he rushed home to take off his clothes and broke into Qiong Niang's room. They had been sleeping in separate rooms for more than half a year while their penis was still hard, so they fucked her for a while.
Qiong Niang is a hundred times more beautiful than the village girl, and she is a truly pampered daughter. Her delicate look is revealed from the inside, without any roughness, as if she is priceless.
Even on the wedding night, he took care of her in every way, for fear of pinching the jade man. He had never lifted the quilt and ripped into her body like this, rubbing the heavy milk melons to deform freely. The snow-white body was covered with red scratches, as if it was raped by a villain. The moonlight that penetrated into the window lattice illuminated the mess and was indescribable.
But Qiong Niang was happy, and the spasms in her vagina had never been so violent and strong. The honey pot that had not been trained with the secret technique of replenishing the secret, was no less than the infamous Blood Guanyin Blue Silver Butterfly, and easily scraped out a thick sperm.
The beautiful woman who was panting and about to faint suddenly realized that her husband was actually terrifying and hard at the moment of ejaculation, and continued to scrape her, instantly pushed her to the top of the Yunding Peak for more than twenty years. Although she failed to give birth, Qiong Niang was no longer young.
Ma Changsheng looked at his naked beloved wife who was bent her legs and hips, sleeping soundly as if she was dead, and then she found that there was a distinct plump woman between her waist and abdomen, which was no longer as graceful as before. Her plump snow thighs were like two milk melons, and her skin was so good that her hands were slightly red with a light blue collar, but the fine lines under her thighs were clearly visible and they were no longer as tight as before.
Even the beauty of a fairy is ultimately invincible to the erosion of time. Just now, Qiong Niang opened her mouth and tongue uncontrollably when she was so beautiful that she opened her mouth and tongue. She was somewhat similar to Lan Yindie. She was so ordinary that she was fucked so soft that she would fall asleep in a vulgar and gorgeous posture, which was not elegant and precious at all.
The man looked at his wife who fell into the mortal world and thoughtful.
If it weren't for Qiong Niang's discovery of his secret, the time after that would have been sweet, and she felt a little like she was when she first got married.
The Yuanyin of a woman who uses Yin to jump horse to digest cannot be dissolved and becomes a ball of miscellaneous energy in the dantian. The Daqinghe School has no other skills in internal strength. Ma Changsheng can only slowly transform with its own skills. Until the Feathered God revealed the complete version of "Hehuan Book", there is the trick to refining miscellaneous energy as a skill. Ma Changsheng therefore walked deeper step by step, and finally couldn't extricate himself.
The Feathered God did not give him an excuse to self-fulfille from the beginning.
Killing Blood Guanyin Lan Yindie is not to punish evil and eliminate evil. She does not need to fuck her cock into the female devil's pussy. The guy wants him to face the deepest desire in his heart and release the suppressed and unbearable hideous beast.
Taking the Blue Silver Butterfly's internal strength for himself opened up the ambition of martial arts for Ma Changsheng. After the exchanged martial arts, magic weapons and strange medicines were greatly improved, power and wealth followed one after another, and Ma Changsheng gradually became unwilling to accept this. At this time, the Feathered Sheep God proposed to him to be promoted to a demigod, and the Bamboo Tiger God was born.
Looking back, everything he had was given by the world. This system that he initially scoffed at the sneer made a depressed swordsman transform into the lord of a city. If the game is to continue playing like this, who said that he could not climb to the throne of Dongzhen, or even give guidance to the country and win the world?
How can you not restore your original state with just two arms?
If he doesn’t have enough points, he will make a credit!
It’s not too late to pass this level first!
Who would be so stupid as to leave the game?Don’t think about it…I won’t die!
He gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall. The pain in his body, which was about to collapse, also increased. He was like stabbing in his dantian, which was comparable to torture.
Whether he practiced the Hehuan Book or Tianyu Gong, he was all a clever way of taking advantage of the side and left-wing paths who did not distinguish between essence and mass and only sought quick success. This kind of evil martial arts often endured the pain of dispersing the martial arts. For example, the divine bird Garula, who had been eating poisonous snakes throughout his life in the Buddhist scriptures, had to be poisoned by the poison of all snakes in his body before he died, and died in great pain.
I... don't pay... points... credit... exchange...
Mama, it makes it difficult for me to do Ah like this.The feathered sheep spread her hands, her body movements were full of helplessness, but unfortunately no one could laugh.
In this way, for the sake of being the most experienced player, I will let you get the same as credit, depending on which hand you want to cure, or stop dispersing your skills... There is only one chance, if you miss it, wait for the next life!Choose Ah well.
Everyone looked at each other, and their scalp became numb.
It is better not to choose such a choice: if you can restore an arm out of thin air, it will be half-dead; if you stop the pain of scattering the ritual, what should you do with your hands?
How much can I retain my original skills?
No matter what choice, it will not change the tragic situation. It is just delaying liberation, and it is basically a punishment.
The horse gritted its teeth and gasped, enduring the severe pain, and said one by one: Others... "Other Catalogs"... Volume 5... Episode 17... The faint sound of blood mist soared into the sky, and hissing sounds continued until the horse rang out. Bang!When he looked up to the sky, everyone saw that his throat was cut horizontally, more than half deep. Although he died, his eyes were not closed, his face was full of surprise, and his mouth was still on the word "小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小�
Liang Yànzhen remembered Mo Zhi's words, and wanted to take the horse's long voice alive and his eyes were about to break. He ignored the risk of whip and flew forward and rolled in, and handed over a single knife, using his skills to chop off the body and arms, and used his clothes?
He snatched his pockets in his arms and stroked his feet back.
The feathered sheep shook his head with his empty left hand hooked claws, and his voice was awkward: Uh, I said, "Your points are enough. Whether you want to roast fire or eat raw, can you add a beef leg?"I guarantee that I am a top scalper, don’t be so ah.
Liang Yànzhen didn't have time to accompany him to go crazy, but Yan Manshuang, who was guarding the gate of the temple and holding his hands behind his back, glanced at her and said coldly: Are you a Zhengtu?Liang Yiànzhen's heart suddenly jumped when she was glanced at her. Instinct stopped, her delicate body tensed for a moment, but her chest was always uneasy and bit her red lip: Let me save people first, and then there is a sacrificing the account together, and I can't escape you.
Yan Manshuang's mouth raised slightly, and the small and delicate folds appeared again. Her petite body exuded an amazing aura. She looked her up and down, squinted her eyes and snorted and said: It's a love species.I let myself go sideways.
Liang Yiàn Zhen suddenly felt the pressure was gone, as if there was an invisible huge wall to remove it. There was no such uneasy suffocation, and he was even more shocked and did not dare to delay, so he rushed into the temple with his head in his mouth.
When I was wrong, I vaguely heard the girl say in a low voice: ...It's not her.But it doesn't understand its meaning.
Ma Changsheng's broken arm was sent into the side wing. Mo Zhiyi, who was wearing a white cotton robe and white cloth skirt, applied a golden needle to his arm on another much smaller iron table in the corner of the wall to maintain muscle blood activity and block the loss of true qi. He felt something was wrong after he lowered the needle and frowned and said: Is this cut off alive?
Liang Yinzhen outside the door hesitated for a moment and said stutteringly: I cut off my energy just after I died, and I just cut it off.
With a bang, Mo Zheng slapped his arms and his equipment scattered, and he said angrily: "Kill alive" which word do you understand?This won't use Ah!Chu Zhiqin was startled, but she was even more worried and cast an anxious and helpless look.
Mo Ting didn't raise her head on the main table. While taking advantage of the effect of Mafei Powder, she spoke calmly: Since it is a rotten corpse poison, she does not need to use the method of coagulating and revitalizing acupuncture, how about using the method of transforming acupuncture?In this way, then...huh?This is suddenly raised his voice: ...Mom!
Mom is useless, is it right?Mo Zhi packed up the needlework and stabbed it on his broken arm like he was breathless, and said angrily: Why do I need you to teach me how to apply the needle?It is not possible to use this thing as medicine. He has to have the life to wait until he tries to solve it. He can be faster when he activates blood.
Ying Fengse looked out of the door through the dust filter yarn. Although she had limited knowledge of medical knowledge, she vaguely understood the conversation between the mother and daughter.
Just like Mo Ting neutralized the poison of her mother's Jade Palace through intercourse with him, using her own talent that will definitely relieve all poisons. "The Soul-Breaking Blood Sword" is a living poison that can only be produced by practicing it in the body and activate true qi. Its reason is similar to that although a snake or scorpion has a poisonous sac, it does not harm itself.
Eating snake meat or scorpion meat cannot detoxify, and the corresponding prescription can be extracted from the blood taken alive.
Mo Zhiyi said that blood-activated combination is probably the blood of his daughter. It is the fastest to try the source of poison. The poison blood in the poisoned person has been mixed with more and more complex factors. Unless you have enough intimate contact with Mo Ting and directly let the combination happen in her body, the effect will not be very good.
Of course, Mo Ting couldn't do this.
The horse Changsheng died, the source of poison has disappeared, and the broken arm will not activate the true qi and condense the toxicity on its own. The shortcut to promoting blood circulation and combining is like a cut off.
If this broken arm can be kept alive, it would be like a surviving horse Changsheng, who was still receiving a lively body, and he was about to speak, but suddenly the sky turned dizzy and his breath was suffocated. When he came back to his senses, he was pinched his throat and held it between his arms. The person's skin was extremely silky, and he could clearly feel it through several layers of clothing, not to mention the scent of frankincense that was leaking. If he hadn't suspected that he would have twisted his neck, and to be honest, this posture would be really good.
Lu Xise drew out his sword, and Liang Yiànzhen and Chu Zhiqin opened their voices together: What are you doing!
Let him go!
But when the beautiful woman from the black gorge laughed, "...You'd better ask me to take out the baby sent here at the cheap sn in law, there's no need to be a match. I have my own way to relieve the rotten corpse poison on the kid's body.Just have to wait for Ah, and wait until the poison is close to the heart meridian, let alone the mother, the Daluo Jinxian can't save him.He said to Mo Ting naturally.
Mo Ting is snatching the intestinal wounds. The time limit for blocking blood flow with golden needles is very tight. The intestines are the most difficult part of the organs to deal with. According to Mo Zhiyi's method of taking medicine to stop filth, it is essentially gambling. As long as Ye Zangke's life is hard enough, he will not die, but he will most likely die. Mo Ting can only try his best to debride before locking his abdominal cavity to reduce his chance of being infected.
But her mother was just trying to fight every second. She had planned it. No matter how the situation changed, she came to hold Ying Fengse, forcing her to untie the tricolor dragon gust in his heart and return the good things to the original owner.
Mo Ting didn't know whether to treat her mother or believe that she really wanted to help her, she was even more disappointed. As a doctor's self-requirement, she did not allow her to shake easily. Her hands were still focused on the work in front of her. She took a deep breath and was about to reply, but she suddenly heard Ying Fengse say: ...As long as you can maintain that this arm is alive, that's fine?The sound was dull, but it was made from Mo Zheng's armpit.
The beautiful woman's delicate body still couldn't hold back her smile, and her dimples were faint by her mouth, just jumping up.
Very itchy!Hello, don’t talk to someone’s breasts, do you still want to marry my daughter?Although my mother-in-law is also a mother, she is not going to let you eat so much.You didn't say that when you stepped on me, of course Ying Fengse didn't dare to say it, and tried hard to say it, saying: I... I know that there is a medicine or a miraculous effect, so I can get it nearby.Within half an hour... No, I can go back and forth in two minutes. I wonder if it is too late?
Don’t be so excited that you are raising your eyebrows slightly.
I can't hold on for two moments, at most I can get a little more.I want to see what elixir you can create.With a casual move, he threw the huge young man from the hairy tribe out of the door like a chicken. He giggled like a strange and interesting giggled. He touched the breasts that were hot by the young man. His little face was slightly red. He returned to the small platform in the corner as if nothing had happened. He hummed a small song, and his fair and tender horns gently pressed the purple broken arm. The hollow decoration from the white wrist to the back of the fingers of the hand suddenly flowed like gold water, and it penetrated into the broken arm. A golden vein flashed under his skin, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.
Although Mo Ting turned her back to her and took the time to rescue her, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The use of Su Ni needle consumes the blood marrow qi. The blood marrow qi is like the strength of muscles and bones. Unless the root cause is damaged, it will recover by itself if it is ignored. It is different from the true qi, but after all, it is not ready to use.
If my mother came for the tricolor dragon bead, there was no reason to let Ying Fengse leave; Mo Ting knew that he was not a slut who escaped on excuses, but her mother did not believe in others, nor did she know Ying Fengse, so she could not be so naive that she believed his words and waited for him to get the elixir back.
What is this... for?What is her real plan?
Ye Zangke's body did not allow her to distract herself and suddenly became violently convulsed. He didn't know whether it was the embolization caused by the obstruction of the golden needle, or whether the toxicity spread to a critical point.
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From when, there were suddenly only two people on the field who were cross-legged in the distance to regulate their breathing, and the words of the monk Wuye who had lost his body and was half dead.
The half-human and half-beasted king of the world dragged his whip handle, walked through the open space in front of the temple with a slight mood, and casually crossed the corpse on the ground, the thick sheep's feet were as cheerful as the stalkers in the mountains, and were more agile than a human. The thigh muscles could be seen under the fur. Yan Manshuang could see his eyes unblocked, but he could never see the flaws.
She asked herself that she had a wide range of knowledge and had encountered enough strange things in the years she traveled around the East China Sea.
The most inexpensive thing in the world is liars, but I have never seen such exquisite disguise and modification techniques. Not only are the props exquisite, but the most difficult one is definitely the actor wearing this half-human and half-beast outfit. His skills have reached a state of perfection and cannot be underestimated.
Just now, when the Feathered Sheep God waved her whip, she might not have time to stop her. It would be better for the dog to bite the dog. Zhuhu is not willing to die, so why stop him?
Secondly, she also wanted to see the chimpanzee hand with five nails curved like an eagle's beak to prevent the weapon from being used.
Facts have proved that the leather hood with hook claws did not hinder the superb whip technique of the Feathered Sheep God. It might be stronger after removing the outfit. However, in the eyes of Yan Manshuang, who is also good at using meteors, his whip movement that cuts the horse's long throat is all right, and it is the hand and eye of a first-class expert in the world. Then there is only one question left behind that is buried in the heart bead behind her neck. Is it him?
The feathered sheep god stopped several feet away, which is a relatively favorable position for the whip rope.
The smart calculation made Yan Manshuang feel a little disappointed. The top master who could silently put down himself and buried him in the mechanism seemed not to be so petty.
From the top of the sheep horn helmet, the beast-shaped demigod was more than eight feet long. The petite Yan Manshuang stood at the top of the steps as tall as him. The two were facing each other under the moon, and in the end, the feathered sheep god broke the silence.
Oh my, what should I say?I'm actually here for you tonight... Wait, wait a moment!What does this sound strange? I am really not a copper smelting Ah. I have always liked big breasts!No, although you are small, your breasts are not small at all... Slowly, although this sounds like a confession, if you are not a girl, then there will be no problem.
Every time her body enters and leaves the world, she has already been seen through. Even if she does anything too much to the girl, she knows nothing about the true meaning behind the vulgar words. Yan Manfrost does not even show any disgust and anger in her cold apricot eyes, which is unpredictable.
The feathered god doesn't like such calmness.
This means that she has more cards in her hand than he expected, and maybe even better.
What you stuffed you to me... How do you say, you know, is that kind of 'powerful person'.He bent his hands and ate his claws, and moved in his ears like a crab.
I also had a headache and couldn't ignore it, so I took some time to investigate Yan Manshuang.As you know, there are very few messages that can be found, almost only one.
Yan Manshuang's mouth raised slightly, folding and fainting, but she was not smiling.
The Feathered God said to himself: It’s so irritating that I can’t find anything. I have a sudden idea. Why not start with your master, Minn, and love the house.But what is strange is that when Weiming used to kick restaurants everywhere, many people had seen her and fists, not fictional characters, but since she built this nunnery that was not like a nunnery and accepted a little girl as her disciple, there was no news about this person in the world.
I checked the temple where Weiming was slaughtered and found out that her certificate was bought by Mr. Yu of the Tang Du Yu family for money. She had never shaved her hair, and she had never left her home for a day, and she had never even stayed in the temple. Whether this was considered a nun or not is actually still to be discussed.
Fortunately, Jingchan Guangming Temple, which was awarded her a certificate of tribute, was the place where Mrs. Yu took refuge during her lifetime. It was not an exaggeration to say that she had donated most of the temples. There was a "Picture of the Lotus Heavenly Girl" in the temple, which was painted in the appearance of Mrs. Yu when she was young.It is said that Mr. Yu went to the temple to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the day, and stayed in front of the portrait for more than half an hour. He was really the most affectionate and life and death.
I sent someone to copy a picture. It was indeed a rare beauty, petite and delicate. No wonder Mr. Yu couldn't forget it.It is said that the couple got married by their aunts and married together. The women of the Yu family are all small, look at Yu Jianfei.But I think this portrait of a celestial girl looks more and more familiar as I look at it. Which one do you think?Take out the scroll and swish!Shake away and throw it to the temple.
If Yu Jianfei's hanging red image is about 607% similar to Yan Manshuang, the woman in this painting only changed her clothes and changed to a combed adult woman's hairstyle, and she couldn't be more similar.
The feathered sheep god held the bone armor of the gorilla hand and counted one by one: Since you appeared, Weiming has disappeared from the world; you look exactly the same as Weiming's mother, plus the most interesting one, Yan Manshuang, a registered disciple of Shuiyue Dingxuan, was killed by evil demons in Fenglin Station on the outskirts of Huyin City fifteen years ago in Fenglin Station on the outskirts of Huyin City. Because all the fellow travelers were killed, no one in Shuiyue Gate knew who this girl was, and was buried in the Yizhuang outside Huyin City as if she was innocent.
Later, I received an anonymous letter saying that she was a disciple taken by Yunzhuang during her journey. When I went to her hometown to investigate, I found out that I returned the ashes to the Yan family.Yan Manshuang was reincarnated and became a human being for two lives, and it was no longer your appearance.Unfortunately, there is no authentic Shuiyue disciple among these Jiuyuan envoys. Otherwise, there will be many people in the sect to know about this matter, and I think you have already exposed your impersonation trick.
The half-human and half-beasted king of the world hugged his arms and stood his chin, and surrounded the petite girl with her eyes down and cold faced with interest.
Let me re-introduce you. The God of Feathers, the Lord of the Descendant Realm, is His Majesty the most loyal slave of His Majesty. He comes from Youqiu Jiuyuan and is currently single.Should I call you "Tao Ming Master" or "Yu Weiming"?
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