The Imperial Palace of the Yuan Dynasty is rich in color and rich in palaces and tents. If you are seen by the monarchs, you must squander the number of rituals and do not understand the rules.

At this point, Fang Yuan is in a tent.

The gods released, the whole tent was completely finished, and the tip of the nose smelled a faint scent, elegant and pleasant, and there seemed to be an autumn-like Yiren Qianying.

Even if the face is awkward, Fang Yuan can already outline the whole picture.

“Sure enough, it’s a beautiful person, just...”

There was a suspicion on his face: "This kind of breath... Dreamer? No! It seems plausible!"

"drink!"

Fang Yuan’s look was solemn, and suddenly his hands were smashed, and the lights of the road flashed and he did not enter the tent.

The shaman respectfully stood on the side, knowing that the wizard from the south was chasing the breath of the murderer and could not help but shook his head.

With the national strength of the Yuan Dynasty, how can the Shaman enshrined be less?

When the sweat died, the purple dream disappeared, and someone immediately came here, and took a lot of personal things for positioning.

No matter what the dog hunter, the magical technique, and finally the smashing sand, there are many Lings from the South, the same is helpless.

This is from the prisoner of the south. It is said that the martial art after the Wuzong was created. It is called a genius, but how much can it be done on the technique?

Only the next moment, his eyes are a little raised.

A layer of misty fog began to emerge from the tent, mixed with silk.

The color of the flirtatizes gathers and comes to the crystal mirror, and the purple becomes more and more intense.

‘Surely it’s a dreamer’s method, how can it be plausible...’

Fang Yuan’s sleeves glanced, and suddenly the purple light was collected, and he was silent.

"grown ups?"

The shaman waited for a long time and finally asked.

"You go by yourself, you don't have to follow me anymore!"

Oh!

I saw this figure in front of me, as if it was broken like a water mirror. Only a faint voice is still circulating. Obviously, the other person has gone away and I don’t know how long.

Shaman sees this, his face is not white.

......

Inside a street.

There is a purple gas floating in front of Fang Yuan, and the cloud smoke is uncertain, pointing to a certain side.

"Oh... I can’t think of this method of tracking the breath, it’s really useful!"

This Taoist technique, or in the Yang Fan dream, was obtained from the official residence as the priest of Ying Yang. It has always been used by the thieves of the Jiangyang.

At this time, the power is really small.

The purple dream princess who made many shamans and warriors in the Yuan Dynasty feel helpless, immediately revealed the fox tail.

"It is still in the Dragon City, the courage is really big!"

Fang Yuan followed the guidance of the spirit, came to a large family, turned a few laps, suddenly smiled and went straight to the door.

"Bold, don't you know that this is Yale's house without spending thousands of households?"

A housekeeper-like Hu people walked out, waving a whip, and seeing Fang Yuan, another look: "Southern?"

"roll!"

Fang Yuan did not look at it, and the sleeves glimpsed. This person immediately became a gourd.

"Killing!"

"Bold!"

A lot of screams came out, and a dozen of Hu people rushed out, bowed their arrows and looked sharp.

After the spread of the rumors, the soldiers on the street patrolling were also gathered quickly and surrounded.

"neither!"

Fang Yuan glanced at the purple cigarette in his hand and walked straight back to the house.

Hey!

The arrow was raining, but even his clothes were not covered.

In the horror of many people, Fang Yuan’s feet, a little easier to cross the high wall, came to the back house.

This suddenly shocked a swallow Yan, a large number of women's exclamation came.

Many Hu people screamed and ran, but unfortunately the quality is not so good, so that Fang Yuan looked and shook his head again and again.

"neither!"

His eyes swept away and went straight to the tiger's den and came to a place.

"Come out!"

Fang Yuan palm press, oh! The wooden doors and windows suddenly fell apart, flying in the sky, and the debris flew.

"Bold, who are you? Do you dare to marry me?"

One of the Hu people will come out, the tiger head leopard eyes, the device is imposing, followed by a woman in her early twenties, graceful and graceful.

"Princess Purple Dream, do you still deny it?"

Fang Yuan chuckled, the smoke in his hand was blown up, and the purple mist turned into a snake, which made the woman scream.

Hey!

These little snakes turned a corner and rushed toward the Huren general.

"Ugh……"

The Hu people’s general sighed low and sounded like a golden bell. The euphemistic and incomprehensible, fascinating and fascinating, combined with this rough appearance, was a feeling of horror.

"I hide well, why bother to expose me?"

A woman’s voice, from the mouth of Hu’s general, is like a dream, especially the woman near him, whose face is shy and angry, and she is fainting directly.

"You are not a member of the Yuan Dynasty!"

The Hu Ren general, probably a guy who faked Yale and did not spend money, looked up and down Fang Yuan, and immediately said in a positive tone.

"Purple Dream Princess!"

Fang Yuan is full of sweat.

After all, a seven-foot man suddenly speaks in a woman's posture, which can make people lose a goose bump: "The art of fine skin painting! I wonder if I can be lucky, can you see the princess?"

"You want to see me?"

‘Yale does not spend’ shook his head, with elegant and pure sound without a trace of impurities: “How is this difficult? Just why are you coming now, delaying my revenge?”

Obviously, this Hu Ren general is definitely a key figure in the Dragon City, holding real power.

Once the princes compete for the crucial time, it is indeed difficult to stop the violence.

"what!"

"General?"

"No, he is not a general, but a demon girl!"

......

Many Hu people who rushed into the back house will wake up like a dream, but they are all creepy.

Has his boss been replaced silently? This is simply something that will not happen in a dream!

"The technique of painting the skin, there is nothing in the original..."

The purple dream princess sighed: "It is only to imitate the person's demeanor, habits, movements, and real work! It is now destroyed by you! How do you pay for me?"

"If this innocent state is your own words, maybe I have surrendered, but now..."

Fang Yuan mouth pumping.

"Oh... you know that you are uneasy, don't see the faces of others, you won't be willing to give up!"

The purple dream princess laughed and suddenly uncovered the skin.

A flash of white light!

A strange thing happened.

She even took the entire dough that Yale did not spend, even with her neck, chest, thighs, clothes... and tore it all, as if she had just covered a coat of leather that Yale did not spend.

After the coat fell off, it bloomed again and turned into a thin white paper with a portrait of Yale not falling, slowly falling to the ground.

In the same place, there is a double-year-old Hualian, eyes like a pearl, a smile, all incomparable peerless beauty!

"There are beautiful people in the north, peerless and independent, taking care of the city, and then taking care of the country... Zi Meng Zi Meng! Sure enough, the name is not lost, the beauty is like a dream!"

Fang Yuan sighed and sighed.

He is like this, the soldiers next to him, even the same women, are stupid.

"You can wake up so quickly, you are the first one!"

The purple dream's brow is wrinkled enough to make any man heartbreak: "And, the feeling you give me is very different from those of men, I really don't want to..."

She used to wear the skin of Yale, and she made a little daughter's gesture, which was horrible.

But at this time, every move, but with an unparalleled charm, this God-given beauty, was originally her most sharp weapon!

"What do you really want?"

Fang Yuan also seems to be fascinated by Li, step forward.

"I really don't want to... just kill you!"

The purple dream whispered, and if it sounded like a scorpion, it seemed to bring people into a sweet dream.

Hey!

But when she spoke, the figure was just like a ghost, but just swayed, she came to Fang Yuan, and her right hand pointed out.

Her fingers are slender, white, delicate, and can't see a pore, just like the finest jade.

But at this time, it is the claws that are used to search for souls. The nails pop up, driving the wind and tearing the air.

Even if Fang Yuan, who was just promoted to Wu Zong, faced this claw, if he dared to pick it up, he would have five more blood holes!

However, Fang Yuan has already been reborn.

At this time, compared with the time when he was just promoted, is it more than a cloud?

"Qing Ben Jia, why not be a thief!"

Slightly sighing, the face of the purple dream princess is a change, feeling that his wrist is firmly trapped by a steel hoop of a hundred steel, the movement can not be the slightest.

"You... let me go!"

A layer of pink immediately appeared on her face, which seemed to be shameful, but it made others unconsciously follow.

"Sure enough, it is illusion!"

Fang Yuan has a smile on his chest: "I don't have to try again. This illusion has no effect on me! You can rest assured that I will not kill you, nor will you give it to the Yuan, but simply You are curious!"

"You... you are..."

But at this time, the face of the purple dream is very strange.

It seems like panic, surprise, surprise... all kinds of colors flashed through her pupils, and it turned into a resolute color: "Dise!"

Hey!

A spiritual pattern suddenly appeared on her, all over the body, like a purple mandala, intensified and blasted.

"This is... Spiritual? No! You are..."

Fang Yuan is very different, and he actively released his palms and quickly retreated backwards.

Bang!

It was not until he left the house that he turned his mind back and saw a purple pillar of light rising from the sky, including all the houses that Yale did not spend.

"Array method?!"

He shook his head. "No... the most important thing is her identity! Actually..."

Fang Yuan murmured a few words, and saw the flustered Dragon City, and the more and more troops gathered, did not stay, and quickly left.

He has a strong hunch, and the purple dream and him will inevitably meet again.

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