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Looking back at the peas, I looked indifferently and indifferently, faintly said: "Don't think too much, I only want it, it is the world's first bow."

Russell stunned.

Then I smiled bitterly.

Yeah, what he wants is just a bow. Even if there is no bow, there will be a red bow, a red bow, and a white bow. There is a lot of her in the world.

The one who really cares about her is always the one who is golden...

She retracted herself, silently hugged herself and lowered her head.

Is he still in Tanggu? Feel good? Did the Dao's punishment of the wounds heal? Will they still quarrel with ten? When they are quarreling, who will pull the rack? Will their fading feathers be collected and made into a warm and warm pillow?

Jiuli is here in winter.

It's really cold.

I……

I miss you.

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It is impossible to repair the scorpion. It is impossible to repair it in this life. The battle can't pull the bowstring. It is the kind of corpse that can sustain life like this.

Lying on the table, the feeling of being dead is like returning to Tangu Fusang. She keeps the original shape and returns to the human form at eleven and a half hours a day, so she has to change back to see this.

Keeping the bow body dead is much better than changing back to the human form! After the human form is very boring, no friends can play, quite corpse dead can hear gossip everywhere, lazy and comfortable, she likes the corpse.

In the face of the bad attitude that Yan Su would rather kill the corpse and refuse to repair it, she just stared at her coldly and took the bow and went to find Dijiang.

The closer to the depths of the Jiuli tribe, the louder the fighting and the screaming, the scent of the water can be felt, and the volatility of the breath even gives her a bit of anxiety, and the voices around the passers-by are also hidden and fearful.

"Zhu Rong's great ancestors and co-workers..."

"This is getting more and more smashed! Don't you have an accident?"

"The emperor of the emperor and the great ancestors of Xuan Ming are still there. They should not watch their accidents..."

When he found the emperor, he was talking seriously with other ancestors and even had some quarrels:

"...Chaos found the same thing. Maybe it was the blood that was found by Pangu's father? We must go now! Get it back!"

"Time is too good, what if it is fake news? And I always feel that something is wrong. Plus chaos is too far away from the flood, go back and forth, at least a few years, a big thing in the middle, all I can't get back soon."

"What big things can happen, you think too much!"

"That is, if it is a fake news, at most, it will be run at a glance, but if it is true?"

"Our twelve ancestors have died, and you should know that this is the greatest strength of our ancestors - the twelve gods of the gods, can not gather!"

"If you can retrieve the blood and re-incubate a great witch-level witch, then you will fight again with the Yaozu in the future. We are not afraid!"

"As long as we gather together twelve, we can gather the power close to the shot of Heaven, and the monsters who are afraid of a hammer will have a big battle on Sundays!"

"--, then go to chaos and find a look!"

"Chaos is too dangerous. Going to a little more people, after the soil, extravagance than the corpse, and co-work, Zhu Rong left, the other seven ancestors, go with me!"

The emperor decided to finalize the matter, and rushed to set off. Seeing that he was rushing to see him at this time, he was somewhat impatient. He also heard that because of the non-violence and non-violence, he was angry.

"This little thing - not willing to repair? That sealed her mind and forced to repair it! It is not to cut the bow, to destroy the mind, to become a dead object, but to be even more embarrassing!"