Squeezed here, all are five people who are extremely sensitive to comprehension, whether it is nearby or not nearby. At this time, the brush has turned to Sean Shen, hundreds of eyes, all eyes, and wrapped him in all directions.
When the folding fan was on display, Sean Shen silently blocked half of his face and held his eyes half-squinted.
Lucas Luo walked along, the river wind slanted, the black hem hem, the waist hanging sword is actually Zhengyang. Behind him, Mo Beijun leaned his neck to the left, and the swaying sorcerer was on the right. The disciples of the Magic Flower Palace, which had not been seen for a long time, followed closely, and at the end was a small team of Mozu infantry.
Simon Shang was mixed in the middle, suddenly and then, drilled and drilled, slippery like a muddy, the style of painting is extremely violated. The two men took a face-to-face, and both eyes released their hooks, hooked them into a ball, and thousands of knives killed the swords, and they were so busy.
Lucas Luo Tang and the emperor traversed, standing as a third-party standing upright, the crowds on the face of the wonderful, are enough to make up a set of expression packs. Especially the Cangwu Mountain faction, there was a time to play with the Magic Flower Palace, and now it is also exceptionally jealous. You can listen to the words of Zhaohua Temple. They seem to be friends and non-enemy at the moment. They have to be tolerant and do not move.
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