But Sun Hao heard these words and then looked at the sudden jump from the deck and back into the beast bag, but leaned out a little head and stared nervously at the kitten deep blue in front, suddenly feeling very bad.
It’s the daring thief who can’t save the dark blue kitten with a small fire!
If it is, it is really a problem. A big problem.
This demon mountain is even having a hard time.
The dust-removing person in front floated up slowly, and Lang said, "Dear Taoist friends, in this case, please row the way to dust and then."
There are a lot of big monsters in the demon mountain that are hard to resist, but the battle boat represents the face of the South China continent and the dignity of the Heavenly Palace, but at this time he does not flinch.
Chapter one hundred and nineteen anticlimactic
"Hum" suddenly sounded a cold hum in the sky.
Then by the appearance of a scrawny palm, I took a picture of returning to the dust.
Returning to the dust, I was suddenly surprised and felt a surge of white light to resist the middle bone hand, but when I brushed the dust, I leaned forward and said, "If you are not hungry, you will calm down. Since you are not hungry, you can naturally check the dust and disagree with your predecessors."
The middle bone hand is slightly sluggish, and then a fan is called to return to the dust body.
Returning to the dust body, the light went out, but finally it stabilized its shape and turned to the bone palm. The body bowed slightly. "Thank you for your kindness."
Qingyun Zhan Zhou Xuanyuan Yaqin said with a pale face, "It’s over. It’s actually a rat who’s not hungry. If he’s not satisfied, we’ll have to go home."
Rats are not hungry?
Looking at the disappearing bones, think about it. Sun Hao, a strange rat, couldn’t help looking at the small fire on his shoulder.
Small fire at this time is also a face of nervous to see bone hand disappear direction calf seems to be shivering.
Should a thump in Sun Hao’s heart not be hungry? Is it really the big mouse?
Xuanyuanyaqin quickly gave the mainland common sense to Dipu around him at this time. "There are five top strengths in the mainland, and each top strength has the real peak combat power in this world. What are the specific ones? Even I know, but it is said that their names are all very interesting, and they all bring a word, mouse, hunger and fear, that is, one …"
There is a word "no" in both!
Corleone can’t help but think of the soul is not drunk, the fish is not alone …
If it’s true that the ancestors of Yaqin said the same thing, then maybe the soul is not drunk and the fish is not alone, which is probably the peak poles.
However, it is strange for Sun Hao that there is no one force suitable for the Hall of Soul in the mainland, that is to say, the Mountain of Soul is not so drunk. Which strength does the mainland represent?
And the hall of souls is so powerful. Will Zongmen rank among the two palaces and three halls?
These things will be difficult for a while, but they need to find a way to get through this difficulty.
If deep blue is really the thief in the mountain pass of the demon god, Sun Hao feels that he will not be too happy.
Sun Hao feels deep blue. Otherwise, how can a kitten get so many treasures?
Now it’s good that Sun Hao is white. Those are stolen goods.
Just thinking about thinking about Sun Hao, he suddenly found that the small fire was staring at the front nervously while the small claw was holding the small fan and kept swinging.
The dizzy fan is stolen goods.
Before Sun Hao could make the small fire go away, the fan suddenly felt cold and a threatening pressure swept away from him.
At the same time, a light came from the sky. "Huh?"
As if he were surprised and found something.
Sun Hao heart andao a bad little fire was a cold war.
Ripples rippled in the sky ahead of the warship.
Then a skinny old man and a chubby-faced middle-aged woman appeared
Returning to the dust did not dare to neglect and bow respectfully. "The return to the dust in the southern mainland has seen many treasures."
Corleone eyebrows a wrinkly slightly heart said it was him.
It’s not a case of an old man in front. It really is the fire abyss that almost directly killed Sun Hao, but a strange body that can generate rats.
The old man didn’t change much after he came out, and he didn’t take a reason to go to the dust man upon it. Instead, he turned his attention to Qingyun Zhanzhou.
I saw Sun Hao at a glance, I saw Sun Hao’s shoulder fire, I saw a small fire, and I grabbed Yangbao fan in my hand.
The skinny old man is not hungry, and his face is slightly stunned.
The fat nun beside him jumped up suddenly, and was about to shout with her fingers to show that she had found something when she suddenly felt stuck in the mire.
Look at the mouse with puzzled eyes.
Only to find that the mouse is not hungry and has shown an evil expression and stared at his suspected target.
Sun Hao face filar silk wry smile.
The higher the repair, the more Sun Hao felt the horror and horror of the big mouse.
But that’s the way things are. The more you try to hide, the more you can’t.
Sun Hao hasn’t come to report that he was kicked in the bottom of the fire abyss, but now he is stared at by the big mouse again.
Dust-removing people look straight at Sun Haosun’s agarwood when they see that the mouse is not hungry. In the heart, they can’t help but say, "This is the fourth place in Qingyun Gate, Sun Haosun’s agarwood, and then the real person is not hungry. Look …"
Ignore the reason and return to the dust.
The mouse is not hungry, and his skinny fingers are bad to ruthlessly say to Sun Hao, "Little things meet again, and you have repeatedly offended the mouse. Wei not only handed me claws, but also fanned me. I was angry …"
Fan? That means me.
The small fire got such a fright that Sun Hao took a step back on his shoulder involuntarily, and the small claw fan could not help but fan forward a few times.
The mouse flew into a rage and roared, "How dare you fan …"
Small fire frightened, showing a little bit of fear from the depths of the soul. Two small paws grabbed Sun Hao’s shoulders and kept shivering.
Sun Hao stretched out his hand and touched her little head in time and said softly, "I’m not afraid of slapping him with a small fire, so it’s just a paper mouse."
Sun Hao speaks
Small fire suddenly felt that with the backbone, my heart was not so afraid.
I also think of the time when the big mouse was fierce in the abyss of fire. Didn’t it still fail to do anything to itself?
Courage sprang up at the mouse, and the small fire roared, and at the same time, the small claw waved Yangbao fan and fanned it several times.