When I thought of the fire sword, the blue master’s heart was awkward. The artifacts that were born in this continent were only nine. He spent the rest of his life trying to get this. Amazing sword.

When making a decision, when Feng Lingran, the blue master’s heart seemed to be cut by the knife, and the blood of the pain.

But...

Master Lan is also very clear that his family can develop, and it is completely blessed with blue and noble. Although it is superficial on the surface, it is accompanied by a tiger, and it does not say whether the emperor can favor the blue and noble life. A hundred years later, a new generation of new emperors will inevitably be the new forces that will cultivate the new emperor.

In this way, it is also necessary to weaken the forces that the Blues have developed.

In the deep palace, this is the struggle between women and women. The blue princes are now countless pets, will they not be crowned by empresses and other nephews?

Lan Guifei did not give birth to a dragon, only gave birth to a princess. This future throne is also related to the children of Lan Guifei.

The blue master's heart is very transparent, so he will endure the painful love, give the fire sword to the Phoenix Ling, and draw the Fengzuo's grandson.

Dan Yu is the son of the queen. He and Feng Shaoqi are very good relations with each other. The blue master can no longer win over Feng Shaoqi. He can only move his mind to Feng Lingran. After the blue master saw Feng Lingran, Suddenly, he felt that his decision was correct. Feng Lingran had a natural spirit of the king. It is impossible for people with such a momentum to succumb to others.

In this way, that is to say, Feng Ling is unlikely to succumb to the phoenix under the phoenix, so the true master of the future of the phoenix will be easy to change, and will be replaced by Feng Lingran.

Master Lan tightens the fingers in his sleeves, and his eyes are old-fashioned. Jay has become a student of Jiushengyu. The Blue Family has been sheltered by the forces of Jiusheng, and only owes the shareholder of the Feng nationality. Now, this shareholder wind is also being used by him. After buying it, the blue family is growing and it is just around the corner.

Jacquard village.

Xiao Yu handed the blood to Song Auntie and saw Song Auntie’s surprised eyes. Xiao Yan’s mouth showed a smile: “Mother, I have saved, I will ask Nanhua Jun now.”

Song Auntie burst into tears and carried a bowl of bowl of warm blood. She was like a treasure in her arms: "Hmm, good boy."

Xiao Yu crushed the aura of the palm, and soon after, Nan Huajun came.

Xiao Yu is standing at the door and waiting to see Nanhua Jun from the horizon, as if he is coming from the clouds, the holy sleeves are fluttering, the robe is like a snow wave, the fairy is excellent, the style is elegant, and Xiao Yu’s Qing Ling The blind man looked at him like a donkey.

Nanhua Jun stopped in front of Xiao Yu, Shuguang Tsinghua, like the alpine holy snow, without adding a little impurities, this kind of eyes are gentle and comfortable.

The slave knows the character of Nanhuajun. The last time the beautiful man was selected, Nanhuajun was also there. It was only at that time that he was persecuted by Nangong. His heart was filled with resentment. Even if the gods came, the slaves would not pay attention.

This time, it is a slave who really meets with Nanhua Jun. I don’t know why? Although Nanhua Jun once put all his gaze on Xiao Yu, the slaves did not hate Nan Huajun’s eyes on Xiao Yu’s eyes, perhaps because Nan Huajun’s eyes were too frank and tidy, even in the dawn. The shreds and gentleness that emerged were so clean.

"Blood, Nanhua Jun, you have to trouble you." Xiao Yu's cheeks are a little red, I do not know because of the excitement of the heart, Song Pingyong saved? Still troubled Nanhua Jun, she is a little embarrassed?

"Good." Nan Huajun's voice was very gentle, and the smashing smashing smashed through the pets. This smeared light flashed too fast, neither the slaves nor Xiao Yu found.

With the help of Nanhua Jun, the seven bowls of blood quickly merged into the body of Song Pingyong. His original stiffness and temperature-free skin gradually restored the flexibility and temperature.

Nan Huajun personally raised Song Meiyong's arm. In order to restore Song Pingyong's speed more quickly, he did not hesitate to cross the aura to Song Pingyong.

Nan Huajun’s move shocked Song Pingyong. Although he was a rough man, he also knew that the aura was precious to the practitioners. Nanhua Jun was able to rescue him. He was very grateful. How can he let Nanhua Jun waste his aura?

Song Pingyong stopped, and Nanhua Jun said with a smile.

"You have taken care of your nephew. I should have thanked you. What is this spiritual power?"

Xiao Yu and Song Auntie and slaves are outside the door. They don't know what is happening in the room.

Song Pingyong was somewhat blinded and said with sorrow: "My child is my child, and I am taking care of her with Song Auntie."

After the talk, Song Pingyong saw Nanhua Jun laugh and not speak, his heart suddenly shocked, is it...

Nanhua Jun knows Song Yu? Also has a relationship with Song Yu?

Thinking of this, Song Pingyong's old face gradually rose red, shameful and difficult, until Nanhua Jun crossed the spiritual power, Song Pingyong could not help but ask.

"Nan Huajun, can you tell me, what is the relationship between you and your nephew?"

"She is my sister."

Nanhua Junguang flashed through the gentleness, looking for so many years, finally found, he is grateful to everyone who helped her, and will do his best to reward those who have helped her.

Therefore, Nanhua Jun is grateful to Song mediocrity, and this spiritual power, he also feels worthy.

of course……

As long as anyone dares to hurt Xiao Yu, he is an enemy of him.

When Nanhua Jun finished speaking, he turned and walked out, and opened the door for a moment. Three people at the door, six eyes, all falling on him, there was joy, anxiety, and calmness.

Calm is a slave, his heart will only worry about Xiao Yu.

Nanhua Jun’s shattered dawn only fell on Xiao Yu’s body: “You’re okay, you can get out of bed tomorrow, as usual.”

Xiao Yu’s joy is also a surprise. If it weren’t for men and women in this era, she would happily pounce on the arms of Nanhua Jun. The joy of this day was brought by him. Xiao Yu was excited and grateful.

Xiao Yu was in control, and the fingers in his sleeves were also shuddering with joy and grateful to him.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my husband, your great grace, our family will never forget..." Song Auntie wants to give South China Jun, he saved Song Pingyong's life, for her family It is the **** of heaven, and this worship, he can afford it.

Nan Huajun raised his hand and an invisible force raised Song Auntie: "You don't have to say this, go to the room and see your husband!"

Nan Huajun’s voice is really gentle, like a warm current, flowing into people’s hearts.

The Nanhua Jun met by Song Auntie was such a gentle and spiritual person, so that afterwards, she heard someone say that Nanhua was cold and cold, and she was very dissatisfied to argue.