Liu Yizhi shook off her face and snorted, "will I be interested in a fake face?"

"Elder!" Qiu an crawled forward a few steps, hugged Liu Yizhi's left leg with strength, cried more bitterly than one, and his eyes were full of strong hope, "please be complete! Please, elder! Elder! "

Liu Yizhi took out a wooden box from his arms and hit it on the woman's face. "Since you are so thirsty, I will help you! I'll go back to my room later. I want to see a clean and clean you! In addition, I'm not interested in frail flowers! "

One of Qiu an's pupils shrank abruptly, holding the wooden box tightly with both hands. I didn't know that the fingernails had been inserted into the gap of the wooden box, and there was a trace of blood.

"Junior sister!" Zhang Peng really cares about his younger martial sister.

He watched her all the way through such hard and hard cultivation, braved all kinds of risks, went to various adventure holy places to experience and exercise his body and ability, but she was such a hard-working one, but he personally cut off her left hand!

Now, in order to get a broken Xuandan, she is willing to sell herself and serve the ugly elder who is older than her grandfather.

Ah! Peng Zhang burst out a yell, and then he was pressed by two disciples around him.

"Younger martial sister, you can't do this, younger martial sister, younger martial sister!!!"

Two disciples desperately reached out to cover Peng Zhang's mouth, so that he could not make any more sound.

Peng Zhang struggled on the ground, his eyes peeped out from under the gray cloth, and his eyes broke out with heartache and anger.

Qiu an turns around, looks at Peng Zhang coldly with one eye, and then tightly holds the wooden box in his hand. He doesn't look back at him.

Elder martial brother, although you care about me very much, it's not enough. What I need is a strong man to guard my side, so that I will never be hurt!

You! Too weak to stand beside me!

It was night, Qiu an walked into Liu Chang's old house step by step, blew out the light, lay on the cold bed with cool hair, and looked straight at the blue silk gauze curtain above the head, with a drop of tears sliding across the corner of his eye.

Father, family, and him, since no one can be her reliance, she has to strive for her own fight!

She's going to be strong! She wants to be a twelve level master! She is going to step on that bitch and die at her own feet!

She wants to let that man know that even if he is the most cherished in his heart, once he goes to the challenge arena, he will die and die. Not everything can be controlled by him. This time, he wants him to be powerless!

Just don't know, at that time, whether can still see that indifference and calm like the beginning of him

- my tree's split line -

when the tree sleeps in the middle of the night, it only hears a loud noise outside the yard and lights up.

Doya turned over, put a calf on her leg, smashed her mouth, and went on sleeping without any sign of waking up.

Arbor looked at her speechless, how they are so good sleep, outside have been noisy!

She just opened the door and saw two figures running to her face, one pulling her left hand, the other trying to pull her right hand.

As a result, the young man with the right hand, the one with the left hand, clapped his paws open and asked, "what are you doing?"