Rong Shangguan stared at her, after a while of silence, she caught her lips carelessly: "Who taught it?"

Obviously he smiled on his face, but his voice was as cold as a thousand -foot ice.

He asked her who taught ... Who taught it?

"Protect the law." She whispered.

The smile on his lips was unchanged. He raised his palm without any disorder, hung up above her head, and spit out two words from the teeth: "Loose hands."

She smashed her like a jack. Her heartbeat quickly, her chest was so stuffy, and she couldn't breathe in breathing. She couldn't breathe.

It wasn't until she moved her fingers from the softness, and the inexplicable pressure disappeared suddenly.

Rong Shang slightly raised his palm and stopped the killing intention.

She can't die yet, he needs a person to apply medicine to his back.

He looked lightly, and inadvertently glanced at her white and smooth arms like a lotus root. Her skin surface has slowly exuded transparent frost crystal.

The inside and outside of Luan Dian are all Wannian Xuanbing, let alone a spiritual monk, that is, King Shura stays here, and cannot exceed one hour.

After a while, she would be assimilated into ice sculpture by Xuan Bing.

Lowed off the robe and threw it on her body: "Put on."

Yu's steaming body was a little stiff, her ten fingers no longer listened to it, and abolished a lot of energy before putting his white robe on her body.

The place covered by the white robe instantly exudes a faint warmth, as if a warm baby Plus, which made her frozen body gradually recover as usual.

Yu steaming and steaming carefully touched the white robe, the materials were soft and smooth, and there were slightly glorious light, and it seemed to be made of scales.

Lepper -winged Silkworm is an ancient god beast. The silk knife that spit out is unable to enter, and the fire and fire will not invade. If it can be woven the scales of the scales of the sky as a hand rope to wear it for a long time, it can make the wearer prolong the life and repair it.

Unfortunately, there are very few scale -winged silkworms. At present, there are only ten scales and silkworms discovered by the world. The silk it spit out is worth three thousand yuan of superb stones. Even if it is such a sky -high price, it is still in short supply.

Her daddy was fortunate to buy a scales -winged sky silk hand rope. The hand rope was made of four silk. It was a gift from the daddy to Yu Jiangjiang at the age of fifteen and gifts.

Yu Jiangjiang can break through the foundation period before the age of eighteen and enter the Jindan period, and it is all relying on the hand rope of the silk wing sky silk.

Yu steaming can't help but stroke the white robe with her fingertips. If this white robe is made of liquid winged sky silk, it is for practitioners, but it is a rare treasure -level treasure.

It is a pity that she is Mu Ling root. Such a good treasure is also a waste to wear on her.

The steaming is a bit lost, if ... if she can cultivate it, it would be fine.

Just in her daze, tolerance had faded the obscene clothes into the soup pond. His long arm was stuck on the edge of the pool, and his voice was faint: "Go to the cabinet to get medicine, the red bottle."

Take medicine? Is it the kind of strong X medicine that allows the old man to revive the majesty?

She froze, raised her head subconsciously and glanced at him.

He faced her back, she couldn't see his face, and could only see his red back through the fog rising through the soup pond.

Yu's steaming cheeks were red. She lived for two lives, and she didn't even talk about love, let alone such a thing.

If it weren't for her brother, she would not come to such a ghost place, and she would have to sleep on the ghost king who couldn't get up.

In her heart, her brother's mother was the heart, her father and uncle were the radius, and the ancestral eighteenth generation was greeted with ancestral dialect.

The steaming heart is very tormented, but for her, it is not as important as living.

She moved to the mahogany cabinet with a turtle, and her eyes slowly raised, looking for a red medicine bottle in the cabinet.

The cabinet is full of bottles and cans, and there are all kinds of colors. There is no red bottle. She worked hard for a long time before seeing the red medicine bottle that the ghost king wanted at the top of the cabinet.

Yu steamed steaming, and this cabinet was three meters almost three meters. Even if she tilted her feet, she was only one meter seven. She killed the length of the arm, and it was far from the top of the cabinet.

In the inner hall, there is no bench to let her step on it. If she wants enough to reach the bottle of potion, unless she can take off in place.

The unhappy voice slowly sounded: "Hurry up."

Yu steaming and grievances, she also wanted to be fast, but her height was not allowed.

She lifted her feet helplessly, stretched out her arms over and over, rotating and jumping, and the inner temple interrupted a slight floor sound. Among them, she occasionally mixed with two light cough that was tapped by saliva.

The sweat flowed slowly from her forehead, she panting her waist, her eyes were red.

Xu was because the amplitude of jumping was too large, the wound that had just stopped blood was collapsed again, and the sticky blood slowly exuded from the wound. The tearing feeling doubled the pain.

The phrase of the landscape in his mind, ‘Wang Shang hates bloody smell’, was sour with steamed, and his tears fell down.

The cold breath suddenly was close, attached to her with a light licorice body, and a thin pale palm, over her head over her head on the red pill bottle.

Rong Shang looked at her lightly: "It's stupid."

His subtext is so stupid that he is so embarrassed to cry.

Yu steaming is understood as, so stupid and good intention to live in the world.

The pain of the wound, coupled with the fear of life and death, her tears were even more fierce.

Even so, she didn't dare to cry, only her shoulders towering, occasionally a sound of suckling nose.

A faint bloody smell lingering in his nose, he lowered his eyes carelessly, and through the loose white robe, he faintly saw her bleeding wound.

Xiang Feng's Chixiao Sword was rewarded by him. The place where the Chixiao sword was injured, he would repeatedly bleed and swollen, until the whole piece of meat was flowing and rotten.

It turned out that she cried because the wound hurts.

Stiring thin lips and laughing.

But she doesn't hurt, what does it have to do with him?

He turned around with the medicine bottle and sat back in Tangchi again.

Yu steamed and gritted her teeth for a long time, but never waited for him to do it. When the shadow that was over the group disappeared, she reacted to him.

She wiped her tears and snot, and followed carefully.

Rong Shang didn't look back, but knew that she had come here.

Yu steaming opened his mouth and opened his mouth, and his voice was faintly crying: "This, isn't this eaten?"

She has never eaten pork, and she has also seen pig running. She saw that others took this medicine and were taken in the body. For the first time, I saw it.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Have you taken this medicine?"

This is the dragon spinal cord. He was drawn from more than a thousand dragons of the East Huanglong tribe, and then handed it to the medical cultivation to make a elixir.

He always felt that the medical practice had hidden the dragon spinal cord in private, can she have it in her hand?

Yu steaming and shaking his head: "I haven't eaten it."

She is a woman, what is the Viagra?

He closed his eyes and stopped talking nonsense: "Let you apply it."

Yu Steame didn't dare to talk more. Since he had to use it external, she would do it according to his words.

She poured a pill out of the red medicine bottle. This pill is a bit like Morris, and the size and color are very similar to Mellisen.

Yu steaming McLeon, drumming up the courage to lift his head.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she was facing his red back. She looked at his back and frowned slowly.

The winding scars spread from the neck to the entire waist ridge, like a ugly and narrow cricket pierced into the skin, but when I looked at it, I felt shocking.

In addition to this appalling scar, the waist is also covered with black spell runes, which is not the same as tattoos. This black seeps in the black blood red, as if I want to suppress any evil spirits.

The heart of Yu steaming was frightened. There was almost no intact skin on his body, which was very like a puppet doll that was torn and sutured again.

Rong Shang leaned to Tangchi, and the thin and slender fingers gently stumped on the edge of the pool: "What are you rubbing?"

Yu steamed a spiritual spirit, and his cold voice was pulled back to reality again.

She clenched Mai Lisu in her hand, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and stretched towards the soup pond, holding Xiao Rong slowly.

The tolerant body stiffened, and her body exuded a sharp ice, as if she was going to divide her into pieces.

Let her back, what are she doing?

Did he not make it clear?

He opened his dark eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Lonely let you apply it."

The steaming steamed also stiffened, followed?

Which one?

He is a suffering ???

As Yu Steame hesitated, it seemed to feel the killing intention of rushing.

She didn't dare to question him. She had to pinch McLeon obediently and found the wrinkles, like a shit shell rolling ball, and rolled around.
Chapter completed!