The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the swaying posture. The eyes of Cang Lan were surging in the face of the young man and stayed in this face.

Destroy Cang Lan’s hand and erase my face. The last trace of residual blood smoke failed slightly. What happened to my face?
The man’s ice sculpture eyes moved slightly to avoid the surging billows, and the blood pupil turned to the destiny and the wind sank. Let’s go and see Jiang Yuyu.
Gentle children and heavy power, this person looks more and more weird, but he sees the destiny and respects the elders. Come with me.
And mark behind him turned out to be a little surprised expression. I didn’t expect him to come to you.
I’m here because I don’t want to take care of you nosy people. Those people walk up the jade steps with long sleeves fluttering at the top, and they will walk away at any time. I want the scum of the underworld not to get their hands on my site, and I won’t care about the rest. Remember to owe me one.
However, the wind of destiny stood behind the man respectfully, and the elder helped the younger generation to remember it.
Drunk hanging pot dialed a back, and the golden gourd looked surprised. Everyone snorted and stepped into the temple without looking back. He was unceremoniously dissatisfied and said, How did Xuanzong break like this this this day?
Just now, there were some problems. As he followed in, the wind of Destiny waved to the people of Destiny’s family to be taller than him, but he humbly bent down and didn’t look up.
Destroy the surging billows and stand at the entrance of the temple with cold eyes. Look at the tiny body that pervades the town. He has been surrounded by people and walked beside Jiang Yu.
No way! Fierce Qingyang marveled, inhaled, swept over and destroyed Cang Lan’s ear, and saw the young boy’s face with a rare worship of color and destiny, and the wind actually came to the drunken hanging pot. That’s the four wonders of the mountains and seas, and his medical skills are the best in the world, but he never set foot in the world of mortals and dared to disturb others, which will surely be hit hard.
Oh, how old is that man when he leans his shoulders against the distant drunken hanging pot and gently lifts the bar? Just now, he called Jiang’s leader by his first name.
This fierce green sun touched the bar, but at this time, I saw a flash of blue light in front of me, and the peacock embroidery pattern in the uniform was alive and kicking.
Seeing Mark Gong walking towards the crowd, he laughed and drunk. The elder is practicing the age of rejuvenation. It’s about 120 or 30 years old.
Destroy the surging billow two people side by side to provoke a knife-shaped eyebrows glance at one another and shrug their shoulders and quickly walk into the temple.
At this time, the clear light in front of the drunken hanging pot is filled with a firefly-like round ball of light. Ten million points of entanglement will hold Jiang Yu floating slightly in his drunken hanging pot, and then he will slowly look around Jiang Yu, holding his elbow and stroking Ba Dao for a week. This is something congenial and good, and Jiang Yu Yu’s repair is not low, so he can be crushed to this extent.
Because the situation is not good, he needs the help of his predecessors. The windshield of destiny is in front of everyone. He knows that he is drunk and has a temper. When he meditates and condenses, he will never be near half a step. However, according to my people, the ghosts of Jiangmeng’s main body have already formed, but they have been absorbed by a strange force. Therefore, the remains of his eyes are less than half.
The drunken hanging pot stood still, suddenly turned around with a backhand, knocked on the ground for weeks, hung it in the golden gourd and sent it to the lips, looked up and drank it heartily. The little gourd seemed to be filled with nectar and dew, so that the drunken hanging pot could enjoy itself at any time.
Destroy the surging billows and watch the drunken hanging pot move lightly and laugh, and embrace the fierce green sun with a low shoulder. What a freak you are on the mainland of mountains and seas!
He’s a little strange. Just after he finished speaking, he felt wrong. What do you mean by swallowing his throat and glaring at Cang Lan Dao? I’m the only one you know from the mainland.
This is a compliment to destroy Cang Lan’s lips and put your arms around Qingluo Road, which is attached to your side. Do you feel better? Chapter 6 The wild man is old and drunk.
Green rose some absently watching drunk hanging pot clear eyes faintly reflected a humanoid shadow stiffly shook his head and said, this man.
As if hearing this sentence, the drunk hanging pot suddenly stopped drinking, and the slender eyes swept over sharply. Qing Luo immediately shrank and destroyed Cang Lan, while one side blocked the little girl from looking up and looked back coldly.
Two people eye contact moment as if a strange light in the four eyes exploding drunk hanging pot and then back to the line of sight to pull the golden gourd away from the lips and teeth.
In the crowd, I was surprised to see that the golden gourd mouth was flooded with a sparkling mist of white mountain, which was the same as the essence of the drunk hanging pot body. His lips and teeth were connected, and pieces of flashing water splashed lightly.
When the drunk hanging pot leans back, the water mist will be pumped away and sprinkled into the sky, and a strange fragrance of water vapor will suddenly disperse into a light rain and quickly form a ball to cover the rest of Jiang.
Jiang Sorrow’s charred cracks gradually melt away, revealing his body color. The same piece of coke is slowly washed and melted, and the water vapor mist continues to expand, blowing with a faint fragrance and a light breeze, and it is not difficult to listen to his calm and tender children’s voice to pull out the residual something congenial in his body, but it is not easy for him to recover his knowledge and wake up after so long.
Drunk hanging pot knocks the jade turn in his hand, throws the golden gourd ling, and the gourd turns around. With raw silk thread, the jade turn returns. You must take care of him exactly according to my method before you can recover. Turn around.
Predecessors’ method is to ask questions respectfully.
Extremely cold, he dredged the blood vessels, and then supplemented the Kirin pulp to cleanse the body. The qi that was stagnated by the ghost pressure was mobilized again for three days and three nights before being drunk. Before hanging the pot, he gently held Jiang Yu’s wrist, closed his eyes and carefully sensed the pulse way.
Extreme cold Destiny Wind nodded and turned around. Third sister Lianhuadao of Destiny saw you.
It’s the eldest brother’s destiny, Lotus China, who should bend down and be drunk when he did not say his word. When he lifted his long sleeves and passed the wind, he couldn’t help but blink and look up.
Drunk hanging pot back to the people shake your fingers and don’t return, but it accurately specifies the direction of destroying Cang Lan. He is the extreme cold.
We put out the surging billows and pointed our fingers at ourselves, and stepped forward close to the clear and diffuse direction. You know my extreme coldness.
Drunk hanging pot but didn’t answer, like flashing eyes, the side eyes swept out Cang Lan and flipped the jade in their hands, and the wind was sharp and the white mountain was sharp.
Destroy the surging billows and prepare to immediately sink into the abdomen and swing a lotus flower. The right hand picks up the fingering method and recites the tactic method. The pattern immediately swells up several black and golden demon lights and wraps them into an arrow shape. Brush and rush straight to spray the white mans in half and on both sides.
Just in the blink of an eye, the two men have already made a move, and their eyes are facing each other. Their eyes are filled with unfathomable cold. Everyone’s heart is surprised, but the wind is so heavy that they immediately raise their hands and stop. What are you doing?
Wind, you know that I’m drunk and sneer at the elders’ lectures together. Generally, I raise my eyelids high to see if it will be destroyed. When I speak, people can’t come near me half a step and listen with their heads down.
It’s a pity that I don’t know this rule.
So drunk, hanging pot, angry, humming and laughing, paddling a sharp white awn, once again rushing to turn the jade, but at the top, it’s a little bit of a failure to see if Cang Lan’s arm will be destroyed. You dare to stab my elbow with a small injury.
The children’s voice is so high that it seems that they can’t get candy. The children are screaming angrily. They are generally drunk, hanging the pot, repairing the peak and rejuvenating. It seems that even their minds have slightly returned to innocence. The anger is so fierce, far from destiny, and the younger generation is not surprised.
It’s a bit strange to destroy Cang Lan. It’s not like being angry when listening to drunken hanging pots. It’s like yelling at him for disobedience. Generally, he hates pity. He can’t help but lift his elbow and stab his right arm. He was injured when he arrived at those ghosts.
Come and destroy Cang Lan. Say that finish, the drunk hanging pot is another one. Drink and whisk away Cang Lan and pull it directly to the side. This moving flash and quick extinction of Cang Lan also have no reaction to come over. Others even looked at each other in indecision.
You put out Cang Lan’s knife-shaped eyebrows and want to get drunk, but he grabbed his right arm unceremoniously and touched the wound outside the elbow bone. What are you doing?
You don’t know how to calm down the pain, but you don’t cherish yourself. When you turn around, you will seize the arm of destroying Canglan and never put a jade turn and slam it on the back of destroying Canglan. His body is clamped from behind. The boy generally drinks "Don’t move."
Where did you get this inexplicable pincer when you twisted your body, but you listened to the wind of destiny with a smile to extinguish the drunken hanging pot? The elder wanted you to heal the wound.
Destroy the surging billow suddenly a good body fierce green Yang looked at each other doubtfully, but I don’t know how to stand the stand hand.
At this time, the faint scent water vapor of the drunk bottle-hanging hand has been surging up layer by layer, and suddenly it has been slapped on the elbow bone outside the surging billows, and the bones are ringing and ringing, so as to extinguish the surging billows and squint at the pain. What exactly is this old man going to do?