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Xuechuan Baima propped up his injured body beyond his age and threw himself to the ground.
Expose your whole back to the dagger flying and cutting range.
Xuechuan tried to push his father, but he was firmly protected by his father.
Help and despair tears surged over the eyes of the teenager, but he could stretch out his hand in vain and shout out syllables in his throat.
At the same time, the sage also held an old dream and cut off the father of Changchi Laozu Xuechuan.
What he wants to tell his father to flash is that he is afraid that he will accidentally cut something when cutting.
After all, he is not the master of Lin Yuhang, and he is not so meticulous.
Lin Yuhang still shook his fan.
A word "dish" is dazzling in the winter sunshine, but it is not funny at all. However, those who see it will always think that it is laughing at themselves.
Then just before the sage cut, a handful of pure color light floated out from the arms of Xuechuan Light.
Xuechuan white horse threw himself at him. He was the first to see it.
It’s the threatening letter.
It was a-guang who didn’t even know who gave it to him and finally became the key to solving the case.
Envelopes and stationery burned themselves into a pure white flame that covered Xuechuan’s father. The flame was like a soul burning, glowing, light, cool and foggy, like expressing sadness with dharma.
This glow stopped the bodhi old zu in Changchi, and the fatal blow turned out to be the ninja’s own golden cicada skill.
It was also because of this blow that the ancestor Changchi was successfully blocked, and then he rushed to the sage to pierce the bone with a sword and nail his old dream, so that the ancient man could no longer move.
The bodhi old zu in Changchi looked at the "protective divine light" in disbelief and trembled and said, "You … how dare you betray me …"
Yes, he knew it was Keita’s own will and Keita’s last will to stay in this world.
There was a sad sound, and it sounded in the twilight.
"I have no culture" said that "even writing depends on copying"
"But I can feel my father’s love and the beauty of the world. I still can’t get used to your high-sounding speeches without your lectures, detective. It’s your life and death choice that makes me white."
"So fatherly love is true."
"In fact, my father also wanted me to learn to read. He didn’t take the money before the accident. He wanted me to walk out of the gloomy world and embrace the sunshine outside. He told me not to keep the so-called ninja dignity."
"Those old dust will sink into history forever."
"My father said that one pulse of Nagike Ninja is enough for him."
"He is also an uneducated man, but he said that the ancestors were proud of their hearts instead of insisting on returning their hearts to this name. One day, frozen soil can be spent, ashes can be rekindled, and abandoned people in the dark will eventually get up."
"Father said that this was what his assassination target said to him when he failed to execute the assassination."
"That man is Sakura Tingmusashi’s right-hand man, who stirred up the situation with a single mouth in the struggle of Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, consumed several forces and finally achieved the summit of Sakura Tingyi consortium alone. His father was sent by his employer to assassinate him because he heard that the man did not rely on force and did not like to bring bodyguards with him."
"As a result, my father’s assassination failed and he was spared by the man. He also said something to his father …"
The sage heard that he ignored the image and asked for the sound-"Who is that man?"
"I think I should call him … Mr. Lin …"
"If he is still alive, please thank him for me …"
Qing Taiyin dissipated in the wind, and finally even the glow disappeared as if nothing had happened there.
"Rebel, traitor …" The ancestors of the ninja who occupied Keita’s shell struggled in vain but got up and fought back more.
The old dream didn’t kill him
It’s not that the sage is soft-hearted, nor that he thinks this thing should be handed over to the police, but that he dreamed of himself and aimed at the scapula of the bodhi old zu in Changchi.
LinYu’s sage, old dream and old dream were nailed to the bodhi old zu in Changchi, and LinYu’s trip was sent to another one in a moment.
"where is the time stagnation?"
The sage found out at a glance that the sun, the moon and the stars were rising and disappearing. This is the place where he just came not long ago-negative time is positive.
He didn’t kill Changchi bodhi old zu for nothing. He had something to ask.
But just now, Mrs. Qing’s words made the sage feel complicated. I don’t know where the mood came from. He said sourly, "You always work for you, but you work for others."
Lin Yuhang glanced at the sage and turned around again.
There is a long pool bodhi old zu in those beautiful almond eyes.
The bodhi old zu in Changchi is still nailed to his back by an old dream, but he still can’t move.
LinYu walked up to him.
Long pool bodhi old zu eyes first disdain and then anger.
Then, five thousand years ago, this antique broke out in a series of abuse words that all the sages heard strangely, saying that the sages of Fusang language could understand a little but could hear that it was full of anger and wanted to chop off their ancestors for ten generations.
Lin Yuhang stretched out a white slender hand.
He gently dialed the old dream.
The bodhi old zu Changchi burst into an earth-shattering scream.
"Here is a negative time and a positive time."
Lin Yuxing said simply, "If you don’t understand, there is another name here-Time Stagnation."
Long pool bodhi old zu pupil blink tight-"you, you are …"
"I’m in charge of everything in this coordinate", which is very gentle, but the rising and falling of the moon exudes fear and coldness.
"I ask you a question, you answer me truthfully, and I’ll set you free."
"Otherwise-"
He gently dialed the old dream, but it was also nailed through the shoulder by a sword. The bodhi old zu in Changchi was not less injured before the operation, but at the moment it was as painful as being pierced through the heart by a sword with a hundred thousand handles, as if his sense of touch was magnified several times.
He tried to break away from his body and escape, but he couldn’t break away.
He wants to give up this body, even if it is self-explosion, he can’t do it.
There are many layers of golden cicada, which is not physical damage or spell damage
It’s the pain that runs through his will
"How did you die that year?" Lin Yuxing asked him, "Who killed you?"
"I, I won’t tell you …" The bodhi old zu in Changchi said resentfully that he didn’t want to get up because of his mouth shut or his death.
LinYu will twist the old dream across the other shoulder of the bodhi old zu.
The scream lasted for a quarter of an hour before it stopped.
Climbing to the top of the world 5,000 years ago is like a kebab at this time. The demon can’t escape from the palm of his hand and can’t die without fear.