The red bee was pinched in the hands of the spirit boy, retrieved hopelessly, and left the blue luan is the best choice.

Even if she ran to the horizon, she could not break the bond with the grub. Instead of staying there, she might have a chance to retrieve the Red Bee.

Qingluan had no objection and fell to the ground, motionless.

By the side of the sword and sword, she seemed to turn a blind eye, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Zhuge Rukuan took his close bodyguard and swept northeast, ignoring the masses of soldiers and horses behind him. Sure enough, he was a majestic man. Even if he was trapped in a heavy enemy, he was still calm. [

"Go back." This is the darkest and coldest moment of the day. In half an hour, the sky will be polished. Xuanyuan is afraid of auspiciousness and is not prepared to wait for the result on the roof.

He Lianchuan and Ling Tong were sandwiched between the ranks. Someone escorted the Qingluan witch girl, and a group of people went to the palace.

"Emperor, you just promised that you will never bully Helianchuan." Auspiciously reminded again, she did not expect that the always reticent and honest guard was the emperor Yang Binguo they were looking for. The accident caused her to temporarily fail to make a rational analysis, so she had to start with Xuanyuanyao first.

"I will only bully you." He rubbed against the auspicious shoulders with bad intentions. Xuanyuanyao's face was very cold, almost as cold as the cold wind.

. . . . . . . .

Within the palace, only four people remained.

At a round table, Xuanyuanyao and Jixiang sat on one side, Lingtong and Helianchuan sat on the other side, and they made some hot rice porridge and talked while eating.

As of today, there is no need to hide any more. He Lianchuan broke the silence and talked about the memories before reaching Long Guangguo.

The last emperor of Yang Binguo was famous for his brutal domineering, he loved war and loved to attack the city.