The four golden bodies of Confucian thirteen robbers were buried.

Henghuo Zhenjun and several Confucian ‘parents’ sailed to Song.

"Song Xiao...... Ba Songdao friends, how is this going on?" Constant Fire really looked at Song Shuhang, some worried.

At this time, Song Shuhang's body has been stretched out from time to time, and there are flower blooms, full of girlish cartoon style.

When did Xiaoyou transfer to practice Western Druids?

"Nothing, I am very good. The body is gone, but the bowl is big. After a while, when I practice my body, I am a hero." Song Shuhang patted his chest and said: "Now, Heng You can call me a fire knight.

What is the Lost Knight? Constant Fire Zhenjun nodded his head and looked at him. He smiled and said: "Long time no see, Bai Daoyou. Saying... You look a bit special today. Is it true?"

Although Bai Daoyou has always been a very special one, but today, his temperament is very weird, but there is no strange point.

"Well, because I only have the upper body in the upper body, so you will feel a little weird." White predecessors said.

Song Shuhang laughed happily, and did not go through the intestines and blurted out: "The white predecessors are now lost knights."

While talking, suddenly his wooden body and body slammed... Song Shuhang fell to the ground, kneeling on the hard ground of Jinlian world, his face hurt.

Henghuo Zhenjun’s face was arrogant. He looked at Su Shi’s sixteen and asked: “A-16, are you okay?”

"Do not worry, constant fire predecessors, I am very good." Su Shi Aliu six calm.

Finally, there is a normal point, and the constant fire is really relieved.

The tortoises looked at the face of Henghuo Zhenjun. Through his expressions, words, actions, and then according to Psychology, he quickly guessed the idea of ​​Henghuo Zhenjun.

[Too naive, constant fire trail friend. 】 Turtle predecessors reveal mysterious turtle laugh... giggling!

A sixteen is not the most normal one. She is now in the special trial of Tianhe Su Shi. At some time, she will encounter another Su Shi A XVI. There will be an earth-shattering battle between the two.

——One day, the number of ‘A-16’ that will never sleep in the special space of Su Shi’s A-16 will catch up with the parts of Yunzizi’s mountain?

I wonder if in the future, those who have been put away will become special avatars?

Thousands of Afghans come out together and it will be very interesting.

I don't know how to deal with Song Shuhang's little friends.

"I really look forward to it." Turtles said.

......

......

At this time, the sacred fairy and the meritorious snake beauty drilled and pulled Song Shuhang from the ground.

Henghuo Zhenjun seriously said: "The tyrants of the Song Dynasty, if there is a need for Confucian help, despite the opening."

Song Shuhang smiled slightly and confronted Hengzhen Zhenjun. He said: "The constant fire predecessors, between you and me, why are you so polite?"

Between the words, there is a big flower behind him, and the anger is blooming, like the inferior mobile phone beauty.

The beauty of the picture is heartbreaking.

Constant fire really wants to laugh, but it’s a very rude thing to laugh out, so the constant fire is really a smile and a calm face.

At this time, after the constant fire of the true king, there is a Confucian ‘parent’ thinking for a moment, facing the Song Shu waterway: “The tyrants of the Song Dynasty, I have an arbitrarily request, I don’t know if...”

The parent’s words have not been finished yet, and the fairy goddess behind Song Shuhang sings: “If you feel arrogant~ you will swing your hand~ swing your hand~ don’t talk~ don’t talk~~”

The Confucian parent, with a stiff mouth open, is old.

"Made the fairy fairy." Song Shuhang held the head of the fairy, and hung her to the back, and said to the parent: "There is any request, the Taoist said to listen. However, I have seen the current state. I don't necessarily have to help."

"No, I am not asking the predecessors of the Song Dynasty to help." Confucian parents waved their hands again and then said: "I just want to ask the predecessors of the Song Dynasty, can you first put the eye of the saints..."

"No ~ no ~" The singer was eager to sing, she squatted on the back of Song Shuhang, reached out and pressed his eyes, and took the eyes of the saint back.

Then she jumped and walked beautifully, jumped into Song Shuhang’s head and disappeared.

Then, with the cooperation of the beauty and the beauty of the snake, Song Shuhang’s eyes were changed back.

The whole process is like flowing water, and the process of changing the eyes is more profitable than rubbing your eyes.

The two fairies have a tacit understanding.

Song Shuhang can't smile.

"Fairy, don't skin. And, according to the camp, you are also a Confucian!" Song Shudao.

Confucianism wants to take back the eyes of the saints. It is also more important to the meaning of the eyes of the saints to Confucianism than the thirteenth robbers. Change to him, no matter how much you pay, you will want to take back the eyes of the saints.

"Fairy, predecessor of the Song Dynasty, don't misunderstand. I am not saying that the Confucianism should take back the eyes of the saints." The Confucian parents waved their hands again and again.

If it was a month ago, there would be people in Confucianism who would try to change the idea of ​​returning to the eyes of the saints from the sect of the Song Dynasty.

But now, unlike the past.

The sect of Xu Song, who saved Confucianism in distress, was so innocent that Confucianism did not report it.

Even if this huge kind of sentiment is put aside first - the sect of Xuan Sheng, it is probably the reincarnation of the saint!

Moreover, there are many similarities between the Baishen Xuansheng and the saints.

For example, they are equally hoisted.

There is no need to describe the Confucian sages. The sect of the Song Dynasty is the millennium, the only man who has been connected to the live broadcast of the three heavens.

There is no ancient person before, and there is no need to come later!

"I just thought, can you be at the end. Let the eyes of the saints look at the front of the four robes," said the Confucian parent.

At the end of the four funeral burial ceremony, the tyrannical Xuansheng has been standing far away.

So, just look at it, even if it is... only the eyes of the saint.

Song Shuhang made a slight meal.

Then he nodded.

"Fairy," he whispered.

The creation of the fairy, but did not come out.

"If you don't want to come out... Give me your eyes, you can hide in it and watch it." Song Shuhang softly.

After a long while.

The **** of the creation of the fairy came out from Song Shuhang’s eyebrow position.

Gently pinching the eyes of the saint between her fingers.

"Three-eye mode?" The green-eyed girl licked her eyes.

"But it looks like it's **** holding the 'eyes', nailed to Song Shuhang's eyebrows." Turtles predecessors slowly.

Song Shuhang: "..."

After the beauty of the meritorious snake was attached to Song Shuhang, she reached out and took the eye of the saint in the hands of the fairy, and then picked it up with both hands.

Song Shuhang went forward and went to the place where the four robbing Jin Jin was buried.

The meritorious snake beauty hands forward.

The eyes of the saints look to the four sacred places of the thirteenth robes.