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"Princess, you go", aquatic horizontal block in front of Su Qingjiu, this matter he thinks there is still room for turning, don't need to work so hard.

"Go, where can I go?" Su Qingjiu's sad smile made her pupils a little gray. She knew what she was like.

Her identity, this time, is probably no longer covered. Go back, even bring the assassin back. She can't afford such a life now.

"Shui Shui, I've thought about it a lot these days. It's always the wrong time for us to meet each other. We are not only immature, but also too weak." after blowing a whistle, Su Qing's face softened a little and continued: "look at these people. If I were King, I would not let them be presumptuous!".

"You're the one. Hurry up and take care of him for me." the two eyes are opposite. Su Qingjiu uses enchantment. It's better to lose one.

There is hope only when she is alive, but she no longer needs hope.

"What's good about him? It's worth your effort!" Seeing that Shuishui suddenly changed his face, Qi Chenzhe stepped up his attack. Su Qing wine seems to be very good for so many people. Why do you treat him like this.

I can't think of anything good, but I can't think of nothing bad. Su Qingjiu took a few steps back, then clapped his hand on his chest and vomited a mouthful of congestion.

"What's good about that wine? It's worthy of your Highness's haunting pursuit." no matter how bad the prime minister's residence is, it's just bullying her. Since she entered King Mo's residence to bully her, all of the waves are asking for her life.

No matter whether it was because of Qi Moxuan or not, later, after her exhibition, she was definitely running for her. How many people are disturbed by her existence? It is clear that she has no interest in this world.

Why, this world can't hold a Su Qing wine, a simple ink princess?

"Haunted? This word is really used... " Qi Chenzhe thought for a moment. Su Qingjiu was really rude. He didn't seem to have done anything too much.

Sikongling didn't know when he took some melons and fruits. When he came to the city wall, he saw a man standing in red with an umbrella.

"What's the function of your umbrella?" See many times, sikongling still feel curious, demon night umbrella he thinks more terrible than his poison.

"It's nothing, but a relic of an old friend. In fact, as long as I keep my skill, this umbrella is no different from the ordinary one. "Demon night holds an umbrella and looks into the distance, as if it is waiting for something.

"I see..." Like getting something, Sikong Ling approaches the demon night, then smashes all the melons and fruits on his body, and his face is full of anger.

He had been in Nanhuang for many years. He saw that the demon night solved a lot of difficult things with a ghost umbrella. He also heard him talk about it. Of course, he never thought that there was a banter in it.

Long ago, sikongling was also afraid of death, because he had many unfulfilled wishes.

Melon and fruit floating around the demon night, demon night picked up a body in front of, put in the mouth, bit a way: "taste good, take it. It's a long way to go. It's time to start today.

"Departure? You're going to leave at last. "Sikongling quickly packed the fruits. At this moment, he waited for a long time.

He couldn't see her figure clearly. He just felt that there was a flame burning. The burning light was heartbreaking.

"Yes, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue her life if I don't go. Since the end is doomed, it will be futile to consume it again. "The demon night moves her fingers, and when she meets such a king who can't figure out the fate, as a priest, she can only admit bad luck.

"Life? Since you all know, it's up to her to do it. "Sikongling took a bite of the fruit, and it was so astringent that people couldn't swallow it, just like his mood now.

"What nonsense? This kind of action is just a word of love, although I don't know the common customs, but it's not "after eating the fruit, the demon night symbolically wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and the handkerchief fell on the ground of the burning city wall and gradually turned into ashes.

Large and small flames can be seen everywhere. It is true that the fewer people there are, the less casualties there are. Who can make this strange flame difficult to extinguish.

Red dazzling light, with hot temperature, unavoidable.

Qi Chenzhe stares at Su Qingjiu and detonates Huolian. This is his first experience. There is a kind of despair from his heart. He not only has some doubts, but also is it human power?

It is not impossible to blow up a city in this instant. How many secrets did Su Qing hide? Why, the gap between people is so big!

In the royal family of Qi, he not only courted the imperial family, but also pretended to be a childe. Isn't he tired? Naturally, he was tired, but he had to.

Because, he also wants to live!

Since opportunities are equal, why can't he fight for them? Don't know when the idea of existence, but inadvertently rooted in the heart.

When she was in a coma, she only saw a touch of red floating in front of her eyes, and then she had no impression any more. She didn't know what she had done. She just tried her best. That's the limit she can do now."Well, leave the rest to me." demon night holds Su Qingjiu and steps forward with the flying fireworks. He is a person who can see more clearly than Su Qingjiu. After all, he is an outsider.

"I don't know if Honglian is an old friend?" A low voice floated in the air, and then a vague figure appeared next to a humble camp.

"What should an old friend do, or not?" There are only a few people in the world who know the secret of Honglian's fire. Just a little judgment will tell whether they are friends or enemies.

Demon night's rhetorical question, let the other party fall into silence. Indeed, it is worth thinking about what to do now.

"I'm going to take a man from here. Won't you stop me?" , ethereal voice into the murderous, became a warning meaning, if there is no figure began to have small action.

Demon night turned around, casually waved his hand, said: "it doesn't matter, anyway, the fate of the day, we will meet sooner or later, next time it's not too late.".

This city is very dilapidated and empty. I don't know whether to keep it or not.

At the time of parting, sikongling couldn't help looking back. After such a long time, the person Su Qingjiu expected was still a little late.

Regret, chagrin, schadenfreude there is a trace of intolerance, perhaps, some things really have Providence.

In this troubled times, there are too many people who can't help themselves. When people meet each other, there will be separation. When there is separation, there will be another meeting.

PS: I always feel that my writing is unsatisfactory. I feel that there are a lot of places when I write for the first time. Oh, I don't think I can figure it out, O (╥﹏╥) O

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