Finally, in the rumbling rumbling sound, the huge stones were crushed by tens of millions of grass from the Ministry, and Xiao Mao corrected the broken stones and reached out and made a move. The witch fire quietly appeared in front of him, and Wen Leyang couldn’t help but be taken aback. This was the first time he saw the witch fire after the integration of Wen, Miao and Luo.
It turned out that a hundred butterflies with dark red flames were flying around him! Mao Mao corrected his mouth, humming a ditty, dancing and dancing in the red flame butterfly, slowly playing the trick of young crops, and the grass grew out of the stone and swayed with enchanting, as if it were being tempted by snakes.
Eee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee
Bang! Suddenly a sharp to the extreme sharp ring as if two glasses collided with each other and shattered, but the sound was magnified by ten thousand times. In the middle, the monks who had made a scene and lost their minds all closed their mouths and woke up with confusion and horror in their eyes!
In a kind smile, Dwarf Wax Melon and Leyang came out of another rock by magic, and their eyes swept over the monks who had just been bewitched by his witchcraft. They laughed with fluent Beijing dialect films. "The painting city has always taken care of you gentlemen and likes to make noise, so we have to make tight arrangements, don’t we?"
I finally got rid of the pig and cat! (Wow, hahahaha, aunt Hong has brothers. See Chapter 27 of Volume I for details. What is the foreshadowing of this realm at last! ! ! ! ! ! )
I didn’t expect my brothers and sisters to give me a monthly ticket next month! Touched by a mess! Pig and Cat Red Army, Wuzhu, Liu Suifeng … Many people really can’t name them one by one. Thank you! I won’t forget you if I’m a ghost … To be continued, if you want to know the funeral, please visit the qidi chapter for more!
Chapter 47 strongman
The little fairy toxic Chapter 47th strongman
Gua Le Yang Wen is still the same, with a naturally engage smile in his black underwear, and his eyes finally fell on Xiao Mao to correct his body.
There was a terrible quarrel just now, and the monks were all stunned, and their faces rose in confusion. It seems that they can’t remember what happened just now.
Fei Fei said to Wen Leyang just now, "First, the people around me kept making noise, and then I didn’t know when there was a sound like suona in my head, and then it sounded like a nasal hum."
The raccoon dog picked a beautiful eyebrow. "This is witchcraft called Sang Men Blowing!" After a pause, he seemed to be a bit analog. He said, "It’s not bad that the surname Leyang can be put to good use!"
Feifei carefully looked at the raccoon dog’s face, smiled, and was rude to grandmaster’s grandmother. "Did you just hear from Xiao Mao?"
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You can’t brag in front of right and wrong.
A few people all smiled, especially the heart, and grabbed the intimate face. "Just now, so many monks have said that you are longer than when they insist …"
I didn’t wait for the cone to finish, but I understood what she meant. "I study psychoanalysis and psychological control, and general bewitch doesn’t do much for me."
A few people stole the dwarf wax gourd in the corner, and went to Xiao Mao to correct Mao Mao, and quickly greeted him with a bow. "See Mr. Le Yang!"
The three veins of Wenmiao in the painting city in two thousand have been inclined, and it has been known that when Xiao Qiu Mao came out of the stone, he guessed who was doing mischief by witchcraft, and he didn’t speak out and refused to directly break the witchcraft of Leyangwen.
Le Yangwen took a careful look at this scenic teenager with one arm left, and his eyes flashed.
Mao Mao’s smile was very calm, but he held out his hand and pointed to a large group of monks in front of him. "Come here, if you want to kill them, I have help, but …" Mao Mao said and sighed. "Ji Fei’s water mirror once had great kindness to me in Qiniang Mountain, and I dare not break the witchcraft, and I can’t let these people just go here to wake up. If you are normal, blame it."
Le Yangwen has returned to normal at this moment. He reached out and smiled and patted his shoulder. "I didn’t want to kill people until I saw them arguing and rejoicing. Don’t say so much!"
Painting City Danqing Avatar is famous. However, except for some limited people such as Wen Leyang, no one knows that Brother Leyang is also good at witchcraft and dwarf wax gourd. As soon as the words are finished, the scattered practitioners will be confused. This white just caught the goat tunnel unconsciously, and immediately some grumpy people swore at Leyang Wen.
Others, who are obsessed with mutual affection, are also extremely unhappy in their hearts. This kind of thing may not necessarily happen to their adversaries, especially this group of people who are generous and pay attention to pleasure. If they don’t like each other, they won’t get together. Just now, most of the disputes happened like pigs, cats, brothers and sisters of the Red Army. Once their emotions get out of control, they will hurt their closest people!
Just then, three-inch Ding Wen rushed into the crowd without saying anything sudden, and moved quickly like a ghost. Soon, there was a crash and soup, and several people shouted at Le Yang Wen, and they were all stunned by his slap in the face.
At the same time, Wen stepped out and stood in front of Le Yang Wen. He shouted, "No one is polite to Mr. Yang if there is a surname Wen Di!" If you don’t do it, even if you look serious, your eyes will shine with thieves, and people can’t help but hold it at first sight.
Don’t say that you didn’t practice the integration of the three techniques before you became a brother, and you almost died. Later, because of the blessing and misfortune, you became a potential meridian. Now you have officially entered the realm of fixing the truth, and the raccoon dog deliberately helped their brothers to do ordinary scattered practice, which is too strong. It must be a scream not to say that you swayed around and slapped in the face in scattered practice!
Ernian glared at Xiao Mao with some dissatisfaction and gently woke him up. "If anyone scolds the painting city again, just kill it. Don’t be silly!"
Not only the raccoon dog, but also the scattered practitioners are confused in their minds. Wen Jia and Miao people are all non-water mirrors, so please help Le Yang Wen, who is here to make trouble. Xiao Mao corrected his witchcraft first, but now he and Wen Jia people are defending him.
Wenyang, a painting city, froze his qualification and died in the painting city. Leyang was far from practicing since childhood, nor did it inherit witchcraft, and lost a lot of witchcraft. I’m afraid it’s no longer difficult to restore the prestige of the painting city. I didn’t want to go home after escorting Brother Drought back to the morgue. I just wandered around and heard that I couldn’t help but be curious after the Huashan goddess peak Conference.
The congress didn’t draw anything at all, but most people will recognize in their hearts that the reality is to re-elect the leader of the scattered repair and re-elect the leader, which is inextricably linked with the Wen family
Although it is also beneficial to suspect that the painting city has done a lot of things in the past two thousand years, Le Yangwen is driven out of his mind now, and his thoughts are extreme. Only when he comes to those scattered repairs, can he take care of them from generation to generation.
Seeing that these scattered repairs are getting noisier and more chaotic, Le Yangwen’s heart is angry, and this is the only way to cast spells. But he really didn’t let these people kill each other to punish them. Don’t let them underestimate the painting city! However, since he appeared to protect him, he has been an inclined master.
The raccoon dog couldn’t help laughing and gave Wen Leyang a cross look. "Your Wen family’s means of doing things are a mess everywhere!"
Cone frowned slightly. I don’t know when my face has turned a little pale. I said to Wenleyang lightly, "I killed dwarf wax gourd’s father."
Wenleyang sighed and didn’t know what to say.
Three-inch Ding Wen didn’t say that he was like a human being in the scattered practice. After a series of slaps, he has returned to the painting city and stood side by side with his brother. It seems that two door gods have warmed Le Yang behind him.