After the fight, Hua Yulong’s right hand kept shaking, and he had a few regrets in his eyes: “Ronger...”

Hua Yurong overflowed with blood, and fell to the ground like a waste man. The pale face of the paper hated and despaired. Hua Yulong reached out to help her, and she took a sip, blood mixed with saliva, sticking to the handsome face of Hua Yulong. The expression of Hua Yurong's resentment completely shattered the remorse that floated in the heart of Hua Yulong.

"Don't call me Ronger, you don't deserve to be my big brother. It's clear that you lost. Why should I cut my ribs? The person who has been cut off from the hand should be you." Hua Yurong is cold, as if he is in hell. Hysterical crying said: "I still say what I am your most loved sister, you will protect me for a lifetime, it is a lie, you really want to love me, protect me, how can I watch as I am cut off Hand ribs? You should stand up and stand up in front of me, oh..."

Hua Yurong’s tearing heart was like a grievance, and even her own brother abandoned her.

The disciples and the deans and the elders were stunned by the selfish and unreasonable words of Hua Yurong. The key is that people are still so assertive.

Xiao Yu sneered: "Yes! Flower Yulong, you are in the early stage of Hua Yurong, and you should also stop in front of Hua Yurong. This kind of brother is worthy of saying that he loves his sister, but you don't, you really don't deserve her. Big brother."

Xiao Yu said this, Hua Yurong suddenly felt that he was more wronged and desperate, resentful of Xiao Yu, but also resentful of Hua Yulong, if it is not a flower jade dragon skill is not as good as people, if it is not Hua Yulong to find Xiao Yu Dou Dan, she will not change In this way, her life has been ruined and completely ruined. How can she not hate it?

Hua Yulong’s stunned Xiao Yu, who poured oil on the fire, pinched the iron fist. If it was not for Nanhua Jun and the dean and the elders, he would have to teach Xiao Yu this sinister woman.

This sinister woman mistreated his brother and sister.

Wicked beast tower.

Most of the day, the blink of an eye passed, and the slaves have only killed a monster, or the half-dead blood of the phoenix. The dragon has not sighed much, and wants to help the slaves to kill the monsters. The heart is there.

But after all, there is not only it and the slaves, there are many disciples who have repaired the spirits, and there is a tightly-knited slave. If the dragons want to secretly help the slaves, there is a big brother. It can't help! If it is seen by Dawu that it is a beast, do you want to blow up the pot?

Dawu is also very anxious. Every time she sees that the monster is about to hurt the slave, she will shoot and help the slave to kill the monster, but the slave can not improve the little power. It is the most headache for her. The higher the floor is, the higher the level of the monster, the slaves can not kill the bottom of the monster, and it is even more impossible to kill the upper monster.

What should she do to help the slaves?

Dawu’s brain flashed a handsome and cold face, and her heart twitched. She bit her lip and her eyes flashed firmly. For the slave, she broke out this time.

Dawu suddenly grabbed the slave's arm and said, "Nur, you are tired, you should take a break here, wait for me for a while."

"I am not tired, I am..."

When Dawu waited for the slave to finish his words, he interrupted him and prayed, "I will ask you, wait for me for a while, okay?"

The slaves whispered, and after a moment, nodded.

Dawu smiled happily, loosened the slave's arm and ran up the demon tower.

The slave looked at the figure that Xiaowu disappeared, raised the blunt sword in his hand, and pointed his fingers with the hilt. He was extremely hard, and the bones were green and white. His peach blossoms gradually floated in the **** red shade. I hate to think: He is really useless, even the lowest level of the monster can not kill, he is not qualified to follow Xiao Yu, not qualified to speak loudly, he is a waste.

The blunt sword of the slave's right hand slowly lifted up, lifted the left hand that was pinched into a fist, and the **** red peach was strange and cold. This blunt sword could not kill the lowest-level monster, and might cut his left hand?

It’s useless to keep it.

The slaves suddenly chilled, the blunt swords rose and fell, and when they left their left hand, suddenly a golden light was drilled out of his sleeve, blocking his left hand and making a hoarse sound of a cold weapon collision.

"Little bastard, do you want to harm me?" Long Long screamed, and Jinguang turned into a faucet, stretching out from the blunt knife of the slave.

The slave was surprised and looked at Xiaojinlong, who was cut under the blunt knife. He said with surprise: "You... how can you be under my dull knife?"

Long Long whiteed the slave child: "Little bastard, how do you mean to ask the old man such a thing? Have you not taken the blunt knife from the old man?"

Slave suddenly felt the voice of Xiao Jinlong seems to have heard it? And this is called "old husband."

When the slave took the blunt knife away, the brain suddenly flashed and thought: "You are the white mouse of Miss?"

The dragon dragon stretched the golden dragon body. When he heard the slave said that it was a white mouse, he suddenly became angry and broke his mouth. "Little bastard, you are the white mouse. Your whole family is a white rat. Laozi is a dragon. Your eyes are blind. No. figure it out?"

The slaves did not generally care about the dragons and asked: "How did you follow me to the demon tower? Is it for you to do this?"

The dragon has been exposed to the slaves, and there is no need to continue to squat at the slaves, hovering in front of the slaves: "Yes, that girl cares for you, afraid that you are injured in the tower of the beast, let the old man secretly follow you to protect you. ""

Speaking of this, Long Long is very angry: "You are a useless little bastard, you can not kill the monster, then self-mutilation, if the **** knows, how painful and disappointed she should be? You are too embarrassed to say that you want to follow her? The old man thinks that you might as well find someone to marry! Don't follow the girl's head and hurt the girl."

"I don't have self-harm, I am..."

"You don't want to argue, little bastard, do you think the old man is jealous? Can't you see that you are self-mutilated? The old man really advises you, find someone to marry! Don't hurt the girl again."

"I really don't hurt myself, I am..."

"Enough, the old man does not want to listen to your sophistry. The old man will tell the girl now, you are self-harming."

Longlong did not give the slave a chance to explain. He slammed and ran away. The slaves were too late to catch up. The peach blossoms were somewhat worried. Xiao Yu would listen to the little golden dragon and think he was self-mutilating.

He just wants to try to see how blunt the knife is, and if his hand is cut, it will grow again...

Ending a sibling of a brother and sister, Xiao Yu went back to the dormitory, a golden light flashed, and God did not know how to get into her sleeve.

Xiao Yu's look changed slightly, and God recognized: "Dragon, how come you are back? The monster tower is so fast that it ends?"