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When he said this in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, although his face was full of bitterness and helplessness, but in his eyes, there was no lack of perseverance and determination. Obviously, he had made up his mind, and it was not just words. .. This made Mu Zekun feel shocked, and all feelings about being unified in the Ninth Five-Year Plan had a feeling of being completely ‘chaotic’ and reordered. This person who made him hate all his life, hate all his life, is not all abominable, and there are such flash points!

At least ninety-five is not a selfish person. He also knows how to sacrifice. Although it is for his own children, it is equally valuable.

"Why are you looking at me like this? What the **** do you mean, you **** guys give a happy talk!" Nine-Five-Year Return was Muzekun's hair, and his face was "skinned", angry. Shouted.

"Are you really willing to break this prison tower at the expense of your life?"

"Fuck your mother's ass! Unless Laozi's brain is sick, he will be willing, this ... this is not all forced by the surname!"

Nine Five's one-legged scolding, if this is put before, Mu Zekun must not 'pump' in the past, but at this moment, instead of being angry, Mu Zekun has also raised one-on-one He was so cute, and even felt that he jumped and scolded, and he was a little cute.

Mu Zekun ’s 4 face had a rare smile on his face. This is definitely the first time he has shown a smile to the ninety-five in one hundred years. Ninety-five is obviously not used to it, and his white eyebrows are raised, Shen Shen said, "Did I die when I saw Lao Tzu? Your heart is so beautiful? I tell you, I'm going to work hard, but don't you want to live! Break this **** prisoner After the fairy tower, you have to be responsible for entangled with the surname Ping, so that our children can have enough time to escape! Hum ... I think that the surnamed Ping, I am afraid that you have reached the second level of the immortal, you are alone To him, maybe even worse than Laozi's death! "

"吆! It seems that you have planned it all?" Mu Zekun's smile was even stronger.

The eyes of the Ninth Five-Year Plan suddenly glared and stared at Mu Zekun. "Old things, we both fight for a lifetime, and everyone hates each other for not dying. This is clear to me! But to be honest, I still admire you a little bit, at least you I ’m not afraid of dying! I ’ll break this prison tower for a while. Do n’t pat on the **** and run away. In that case, even if I was dead, I would look down on you! "

"Humph! Does the old man make you look bad?"

Listening to Mu Zekun's words, he nodded his head in satisfaction in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, waved his hand at him, and said, "You stand far away, don't hinder Lao Tzu's exercise. The 'milk' milk 'is a hundred For many years, I thought that I could step into the fairy court with my head up, but I was planted in the hands of the "blind" surnamed Ping, really his "milk" milk! "

In the ninety-five return, he raised his palm slowly while scolding, and the surging immortality swelled in his palm, and there was a faint red light revealing in it, an extremely powerful power, with a sudden determination, Slowly turned around.

This ninety-five to one is really simple, determined to not drag the mud and water, even this spurred the self-defense skills.

If this was before, Mu Zekun would definitely clap his hands to celebrate, but now, with his changing perception of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he is somewhat reluctant to die.

They lived in the same era, and they fought each other for a lifetime. They knew and knew each other, and even surpassed themselves and their families. People's feelings are so strange. Sometimes they hate too much and hate for a long time, and then they will produce an unusual kindness between each other. This feeling is difficult to explain, but it is a real existence.

When Mu Zekun watched the Ninth Five-Year Plan to perform his devotion technique, his heart seemed to have lost something, and suddenly became empty. A very strong sense of loneliness ensues, and he has no way to sit by!

Mu Zekun suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, shaking it vigorously. The Xian Qi that the Nine Five-Year Plan had just brought up suddenly showed a deviation, dissipated, and his body-building skills naturally stopped.

Condensing his breath, he was greeted by the ninety-fifth arrival of his last moment. It was clearly shaken. An old face was amazed at first, and then a mountain of tsunami-like rage emerged!

There may be people who are not afraid of death in this world, but even people who are not afraid of death need to be brave before dying. Let ’s make some plans. Nine-five is no exception. He finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth to provoke his body-shaving skills, but was suddenly interrupted by Mu Zekun, just like sitting on the toilet and exhausting his strength, but only to put a fart in the end, looking forward to The long-term excretion ** instantly turned into a bubble. Who can't be annoyed for this?

"Mu Zekun on Dog Day, what are you doing?" Roaring one by one in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, almost did not break Mu Zekun's eardrum alive.

Mu Zekun took his ear and coughed softly, saying, "What are you shouting? I'm not reluctant to die?"

"You ... what do you say?" Nine Five also unified his ears, but he wasn't shocked. He wondered if his ears were wrong, otherwise Mu Zekun, who hated him for not dying, would say What about this?

Mu Zekun shook his head and sighed, "Ninety-five to one, I only found out today that you are actually not that annoying. Since both of us have been fighting for more than two hundred years, I think we should continue fighting. If you leave like this, how lonely I should be! "

"Fuck off your mother's egg !!" Mu Zekun's words hadn't landed yet, and he roared like crazy in ninety-five. A pair of eyes are red, but I just want to pounce on them and tear a piece of ‘meat’ from Mu Zekun ’s body.

"I care about your mother's loneliness and not being alone. Lao Tzu wants to save my children! If your brain is sick, go to the cure, don't harm Lao Tzu here!"

It ’s really anxious to see the unity of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and Mu Zekun hurriedly said, “Well, do n’t worry! I know you want to save your children and grandchildren, and I want to save them too. But if you want to save them, you do n’t have to. Take our old lives! "

"Do you have other ways?" Ninth Five-Year Return calmed down a little bit.

Mu Zekun looked at the summit and frowned: "Whether it is a prisoner's tower or a flat surname, we are afraid that we can't cope with it. However, here is not only our two, but also Wandong! He specified that he could pack up his surname! "

Ninth Five-Year Return to One thought that Mu Zekun could come up with some good ideas, but I didn't expect to be Wan Dong again. After I listened to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, my head shook like a "wave" drum, pointing to Mu Zekun, "Old things, I think you're going back more and more! You even put your last hope on one." "Mao'er, the smelly kid who hasn't faded, could you really be kicked by a donkey?"

"Wandong is not a stupid kid who hasn't faded away! I know, before you see him in person, you won't believe anything I say, I just say a little bit, now I am by no means His opponent! "

"You ... aren't you kidding me?" Mu Zekun's solemn expression made the Ninth Five-Year Plan stunned. As far as he knows Mu Zekun, it doesn't seem to be a person who likes nonsense and doesn't tune.

Mu Zekun glared at him, too lazy to answer his question, and stared, "We can only pin our hopes on Wandong's body. But Wandong is now in the ancestral world of the Mu family, and I am trapped Under the fairy tower, Tiannan was blocked by the surname Ping. No one went to Wandong to send a letter. How could he come to save us? "

"Having said for a long time, we still have to find a way to break the Prison Immortal Pagoda!" Ninth Five-Year Return to One quickly thought of the key to the problem, Shen said.

"This prison fairy tower can trap our‘ flesh ’body, I do n’t know if we can trap our consciousness ...”

"Why, can your Mu Family Ancestral Realm be opened by your consciousness?"

"Of course! Isn't your ancestral family of the Ninth Five-Year Family alive?"

Ninety-five to one is a little envious, but it also shook his head depressedly.

Mu Zekun smiled happily and said, "It seems that our Mu family's ancestors are more powerful!"

"Bah! ...... Let's go, try it quickly!" Nine-five to one is naturally dissatisfied. I wanted to argue a bit, but I also thought that the nine-five-year-old enemy and the nine-five-year-old bully are still in danger. That thought, urging waved again and again.

Mu Zekun no longer delayed, and immediately sat cross-legged, his eyes narrowed slightly. After a while, the Ninth Five-Year Plan will feel a subtle movement of the ‘fine’ **** ‘wave’ and slowly move towards the Biman Tower of the Prison Immortal Tower.

A heart that was unified in the Ninth Five-Year Plan suddenly mentioned his throat. Although he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die casually, it is still best to be able to die.

Mu Zekun's consciousness approached Bi Mang bit by bit. The heart of the Ninth Five-Year Plan also jumped faster and faster. As for breathing, it was already held.

When Mu Zekun's consciousness finally touched Bi Mang, a heart that was unified in the Ninth Five-Year Plan seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible big hand, which made him tremble involuntarily. The drops of sweat that had slipped to the tip of the nose fell down.

"It's past!"

Yomo is also a breathing effort. Mu Zekun's consciousness finally passed through the Bimang and beyond the Prison Immortal Pagoda, but this breathing effort, here in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, is long enough to be comparable to a century. The moment Mo Shenkun passed through Bimang, Mu Zekun couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

This prison fairy tower really only trapped people, but could not trap the consciousness!

As soon as Mu Zekun's consciousness crossed the Prison Immortal Pagoda, it immediately spread towards the peak at an alarming speed.

The nine-five-year-old was just relaxed, and suddenly he became nervous again. He still couldn't believe that a ‘milk’ boy with a stinky ‘hair’ could deal with the surname Ping. In case Wan Dong was summoned out, Wan Dong was a bear, and the huge gap between hope and disappointment was never so easy to bear.

"Hey ... have all become prisoners of the order, won't you stop?"

Just as Mu Zekun ’s consciousness quickly advanced towards the summit, and the ninety-five-year-old was extremely disturbed, the corners of Ping Sihai ’s mouth suddenly “dang” with a weird sneer. The bright 'color', like a 'fine' awn like a fine needle, suddenly emerged through his fingertips.

Just after ninety-five to one realized that it was not good, Mu Zekun sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly groaned and vomited a blood ...

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