Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

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The spirit of the instrument is the spirit of the instrument. Even if it has the same spiritual knowledge as a human being, it is impossible to have the same embarrassment.

After the lure of the wooden Ding film spirit, Ye Lingyue has also been exhausted, especially the Fang Cai Mu Ding film spirit also sucked her a lot of flesh and blood, her face at this moment, and white paper is no different.

Ye Lingyue did not even have the extra strength to digest and absorb the power of the five elements of the refining process.

She was soft and crumbling, and she fell to the ground with a pair of arms and held her tightly.

Into the purpose is the eye of Wu Zhong, proud of the cold eyes.

Ye Lingyue, a glimpse, as if he saw a flash of worry in his eyes.

Oh~ How is it possible, she must have read it wrong.

How can a ghostly murderer who is not blind, how to worry about her.

"What is this all about, the rattan, and the ding film..." Wu Zhong has a thousand words. He wants to ask Ye Lingyue, but he can see the lingering appearance of Ye Lingyue. These doubts, It also becomes irrelevant.

"Leaving here, India and China will collapse."

This piece of Nirvana in the Nirvana is originally built with the core of the wooden ding film. After it is refining by Ye Lingyue, this space will soon collapse.

The cave began to shake, and the stones on the mountain wall kept falling. Within a quarter of an hour, the entire cave collapsed.

Wu Zhong glanced at Ye Lingyue and hugged her.

"Wait, that coffin."

Although Ye Lingyue was so soft, she couldn't even lift a finger, but she was still a pitiful look, staring at the empty coffin on the ground.

"..."

Wu Zhong really wants to kill Ye Lingyue.

The sentence of man-made fortune and death is said to be Ye Lingyue.

He stretched his face and violently threw Ye Lingyue into the coffin.

"Wuzhong! You dare to throw me in the coffin!"

Hey, she wouldn’t use this coffin for the millennium.

Early in the morning, I also felt that Wu Zhong’s guy was not so bad, Ye Lingyue was angry again.

If it wasn't for her weakness, she would have to use a small amount of money to poke a hundred and eight holes in this spleky and overbearing man.

"Shut up, you can say a little more, I will dig a pit and bury this coffin together."

The sorrowful grievances, this heartless woman, full of minds only remember the coffin.

God knows how nervous he is when he can't see her.

As soon as he heard the words "live buried", Ye Lingyue was quiet. The ghost knew that this moody man would really bury her.

The accidents that occurred in the days of India and China, the people outside the secrets of Taiyi did not know.

They don't even know that the wooden ding film spirit, which is regarded as the artifact of the Taiyi School, has been refining by Ye Lingyue.

In the secret of Taiyi, people such as Xiaoqing and Helaoda, after a few days of chasing, finally relied on the help of Xiaowu, and found the whereabouts of Nirvana and the underground temple.

Several people in the underground hall, the whereabouts are very different, have been traced several times, but have been escaped several times.

He has been chasing the Taimenite mountain gate, near the exit of Jiejianchi, and the people of Heqing and He Laoda have once again successfully intercepted the people in the underground hall.

"Hand over Nirvana."

The thin volley was standing upright, and the Beidou for the yuan bell was wrapped around a line of silk, such as a group of snakes dancing, coiled around him.

Red robes, hunting in the wind, jade muscles and red lips, lined with a thin feeling more enchanting.

"What are you doing, dare to talk to this seat." The stunned male voice came like nine days away.

When I heard the male voice, several people in the underground hall were surprised and inexplicable.

"Ghost Emperor!"

Xiao Yan suddenly screamed and jumped up.

I only heard that Nirvana was open.

Wu Zhongzhong was naked and stood up in the air. He held a coffin in his hand and grabbed the little one who wanted to run.

Under the sun, the man appeared like a god.

Stand up against the weak feelings.

The sorrowful contraction of the sensation, seeing this rumor, a lame, the mainland black * road forces must be trembling men.

Beeswax-like skin, perfect for every muscle, amber.

Covered with a golden mask, the nose is like a mountain, straight and straight, and the thin lips of the cherry blossoms outline the **** and cool lips.

The long hair of the ink, the arrogant flying in the wind, the tattered clothes, but not a little embarrassed.

Especially when I saw Wuzhong’s strong and lean muscles, there was a feeling of depression in the moment.

This is a terrible man who stands out and exudes the breath of the king.

Seeing the emergence of the witch, several people in the underground hall worshipped. In their eyes, Wu Zhong is their god.

He is the boss, the flames, the old man, and so on, but the atmosphere is not afraid, as if someone has suddenly caught their throat.

Only a thin feeling, not worthy of worship, he is like a thorny rose, and Wuhou is holding each other.

"吱哟 (Cry)"

Xiao Yan really wants to cry without tears, so that it is so bad, always falling into the hands of this terrible man.

Why, only the sorcerer of a person, the discovery of the feelings, the heart of his mind, the thirteen, did not appear together.

"Thirteen, how can you only be alone? Where did you go to Tibet?"

"thirteen?"

Although I know that Hong 13 is just the pseudonym of Ye Lingyue, I can hear a sissy mouth, so intimately chanting the name of the woman he is looking at, Wu Zhong feels very uncomfortable.

He suddenly gave birth to a bad idea.

"She is in the coffin."

In the coffin?

The eyes of the old man and the flames of the old man are all condensed on the coffin of the witch.

Xiao Yan and Xiao Wu Yu also stayed.

Especially the little cockroach, it licks the coffin, how to feel how a little surprised.

The moment of the moment is changed from sorrow to grief, and then to despair, and rushing forward with anger.

"He is dead! How can he die, it is you, you killed him!" The sigh of relief, despair and grief were by his side, circling a force.

When he saw the Yuan Li, Wu Chong snorted.

It seems that the devil of this Mozong is still a bit of strength.

In a step-by-step manner, the double fists slammed into a thin feeling.

The double fists fell, and the sorcerer’s eyes were dark and the body smashed out a force, which bounced off the skin.

"Without the protection of Lingbao and the Essence, you are nothing but a waste of nothing." If Wu Chou is thrown out of cold, he will have nothing to lose, but he has no way, just because his strength is not as good as witch. weight.

"Less lord, you are not his opponent." The old man of the flames looked at the big things, and he controlled the bad feelings, for fear that he would make any death.