The barrier that has passed has become a peerless master who no one can reach.

Mo said they have a price.

Who can't give the so-called price they pay?

It's like that person.

However, a small rural boy, how can it be a master's biography, which has been passed down by the masters and is favored by beautiful women. The people who are associated are all celebrities in the world as well as geniuses who are not born. Obviously it is a disaster that has made a huge disaster, how can you turn the danger and become a great hero attracted by people?

That man never understood.

He couldn't understand his jealousy every time he saw him return triumphantly. Even if he always treats himself like the sunshine and stupidity of a teenager, he has no intention of laughing.

Why can he be so dazzling and look so mean and gloomy, like a stinky dwelling in a ditch.

Compared to his own life, Zhuo Fengru seems even more ridiculous. Guangmu play

In the face of rare opportunities, I do not know how to cherish them, and insist on dignity and stubbornness.

At the end of his life, his son's life and other people's lives, and his half-life business will be put to waste, and he will be monitored by six [].

Now it is in a crisis of desperation.

I will never be so wasteful.

If there is a chance, he should take good care of it and live up to it.

So when the man fell, he stepped out of the mountain gate and took care of everything. In the deep mountains, we can't wait for a rare opportunity.

That's why he met Secret Fruit and changed today.

The man in the black robe pushed in the door.

Before entering the gate, through the vibration in the atmosphere, he can tell that a fierce duel has just ended.

Even if this is not the case, the panic eyes of passers-by and the almost half-destructed state of the restaurant are enough to explain the situation.

The two at the core of the event,-a lying,-a standing.

Lying down was Zhuo Fengru, whose front was full of wet blood, vomiting blood rose, his spirit was lost, and he was seriously injured.

Standing white-haired teenager. There are many colors hanging on it, sword marks everywhere, and there is still light in his eyes.

He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

"Master of empty possessions. You are here

The man in black robe-an empty Tibetan monk, according to the old one-as usual, showing a little intolerance, vocal-sound the Buddha.

"Amitabha.

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