"Dadada-"
Heavy footsteps knocking in my heart gradually stopped at the Dan furnace.
It’s a weird scene, but no one talks
"Don’t just look at Yuan Xiao." Cold old man sat in mustard and scratched his face.
Lu Changyuan’s eyes were heavy and he couldn’t say a word.
It is difficult for him to feel it in his heart at this moment.
After learning that Xiao Jing had seriously injured Bai Er, Lu Changyuan was anxious and angry. He was still obsessed with his death, but all kinds of rhetoric made him silent.
I heard that the real violet took the fairy house and was besieged and wounded by a number of powerful enemies and fled.
It’s said that Tian Yi, a Song Tingfeng, was assassinated and almost fell. Fortunately, Violet gave her life to save her.
I also heard that violet was still attached to Song Tingfeng during her narrow escape.
Talking about shallowness is a statement of facts, but he feels extremely harsh, and every sentence is deeply stabbed in his heart like a sword.
Soon Liu Yuan Bai was carried back and the fairy bones were destroyed and the foundation was damaged
At that moment, Bai Er cried bitterly and begged him not to dispute with Uncle Shi.
Liu Changyuan’s heart jumped and even calmed his mind, but it was chaotic.
Bai Er was injured by Xiao Jing?
I heard he fought bloody battles, but he was badly hurt. How much is it?
Is he afraid of being blamed or returning from France because he has been injured and has not returned to Jianzong?
Lu Changyuan did not dare to think deeply that every possibility was unbearable to him.
On that day, the birds in the fairy peak were very noisy.
Bai Er’s thin face was pale and trembling with pain, but she still smiled like a warm sun.
The fairy doctor pinched Hu thoughtfully for a moment. It’s hard to say that "the fairy bone was scrapped, but …"
"But what?"
"If the violet lives to save the immortal bones … alas, doomed love!"
Listen to Liu Changyuan rare silence.
"No, no, no …" Liu Yuan Bai struggled to get up and cried on Liu Changyuan’s shoulder. "I’ll cut off the fairy fate if I can’t see the future of Martial Uncle."
"Master, please don’t blame Martial Uncle. He didn’t mean to … accidentally …"
"Martial Uncle killed his red eye that day, and even Kuang Heng, who was scattered and repaired, died. He accidentally injured me."
Liu Yuan Bai tearfully argued in Xiao Jing, which made the listener sad.
It’s rare that the real violet took away the fairy house.
The whole world of cultivating immortals is boiling, and people are eagerly looking forward to who will kill and win the treasure.
Huh, killing people to get treasure?
In addition, Jian zong is also talking about it.
What’s more, some Yuan Babies can directly ask Xiao Jingshi if he wants to take possession of Xianfu when he returns.
Those treasures left by fairy doctors are all natural and precious, and he is not the only one who can enjoy them alone.
Lu Changyuan’s noodles don’t change color. He directly blocks people at the door and doesn’t say much.
One man, one sword, killing the quartet, has a unique spirit, but that man is his younger brother?
In my memory, Xiao Jing loved him with all her heart, but she was reckless and enterprising.
Lu Changyuan knows very well and is quite impatient. Love between men and women will affect his sword speed.
After his heart died, he was reborn in grief like a phoenix, spreading his gorgeous wings and soaring for nine days.
That dazzling light is more daring than the scorching sun to burn everything.
That man is his younger brother.
Lu Changyuan closed his eyes and recalled his dribs and drabs.
Gradually, a gorgeous face emerged in my mind.
For the first time in my life, Xiao Jingyin’s smiling face engraved a trace in my heart. At this moment, Lu Changyuan’s breath was confused, and he suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes were sharp as a mountain.
Jian Xiu shouldn’t be upset
Cold old sighed faintly and said, "You are upset."
This day was expected by Liang Lao.
Lu Changyuan pursed his lips and argued, "How can I not be upset and angry when the foundation of Bai ‘er is abolished?"
"Really?"
"Nature"
Cool old pie pie waiting for him to regret a day.
Then Liu Changyuan will look at the present person.
I haven’t seen him for a while, and he has lost weight again. In the past, his slender wrist was a little more rugged.
His face is as white as paper, a ferocious scar is full of blood, and his bone is beautiful and his eyes are as plain as water, hiding his thoughts in his heart.
Liu Changyuan’s throat is tight, and his heart seems to be falling with a big stone.