Li Ling can kill Wu Shen, the capital. Do you think he’s good?
But I heard that Wu Shen, the capital of China, was not killed by Li Ling. Jiyang blinked. It’s hard to tell what Li Ling did to kill Wu Shen, the capital.
Even so, it is a fact that he killed Wu Shen, the capital city. Even if we have to deal with Li Ling, we can’t force him to worry.
Brother Pan, I’m confused again. Since we’re dealing with Li Ling, we can’t push him hard. We’re not playing house with him.
Pan Tianlong’s eyes flashed with a new low voice, We want to give him a fatal blow at the most critical moment without his resistance.
I’m a little white.
At the same time, a sloppy Taoist in Shaolin Temple crossed his legs and meditated on the bed. The face covered with age spots was covered with pain, and his short body trembled slightly.
grandmaster, are you all right? virtual rain looked nervously at the road flyover who gradually calmed down and became sloppy.
Obstruction
Sloppy road flyover gave a pale smile. I’m really old, even if my heart is not old, there’s nothing I can do.
Qi Yang, a former slovenly Taoist, seems to be fighting unremarkable, but in fact he has tried his best.
grandmaster, you don’t need to come this time. I’m sure Li Ling won’t mess around. Xu Yu’s beautiful eyes flashed with concern and looked at the sloppy road flyover.
There are some things that you can’t be sure by thinking. Sloppy road flyover smiled and looked at the imaginary rain with love in his eyes. I believe that Tiger Sun is not good at killing people, but when people are forced to hurry, they can do imaginary rain. Don’t underestimate the alliance of iron and blood.
I have never looked down upon the Iron Alliance replied Xu Yu.
Sloppy road flyover’s eyes are flowing with reminiscence, and he simply said, Seventy years ago, an iron alliance broke out in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, and three great masters were dispatched to kill the island palace and almost killed the island emperor. Unfortunately, it fell short in the end. Do you know what?
what
Someone tied the family members of the three great masters, sighed the slovenly Taoist priest, Because of this, the action will fail and the kidnapping of the three great masters’ family members is our ancient Chinese fighters
How is it possible?
Nothing is impossible. Sloppy Taoist shook his head and looked at Xu Yu with disbelief. Do you know how these three great masters died in the end?
I can’t guess.
One of them was slapped in the head.
What virtual rain suddenly looked up at the sloppy road flyover.
Since the three great masters of the Iron Blood Alliance dare to kill the island palace, it proves that they are passionate patriots. Rain can’t figure out why the sloppy Taoist wants to kill them.
Because they went the wrong way.
There is a dim color in the eyes of the scruffy Taoist priest. The families of the three great masters of the Iron and Blood Alliance were all executed by people in the middle of the year. When they saw the bodies of their families, they went into a frenzy to hunt down the murderers. They killed too many koons, and finally we had to 
kill them.
Virtual rain Bei tooth bit her lips. She didn’t expect the three great masters of the Iron Alliance to end up like this.
Now, do you still dare to guarantee that Li Ling won’t go crazy? Sloppy Taoist slowly got up and walked to Xu Yu’s side, staring at her beautiful eyes with her head held high and whispered, If Li Ling goes crazy, you will kill him.
Will you kill him?
The virtual rain turned pale like a lightning strike. Grandparents don’t know that their hearts are in a mess.
Don’t worry, you can think about it slowly. You have less than 20 days to think about this problem. When you think of the answer, your heart will be sharpened.
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Twenty days
Xu Yu’s beautiful eyes are full of complicated colors. She doesn’t know if she will read the latest chapter once Li Ling goes crazy.
Sloppy Taoist priest looked at the confused and empty rain and sighed, Love is hard to cut.
Virtual rain is now the limit, and it is a matter of time before the master steps into the strong master.
However, the slovenly Taoist has high expectations for the imaginary rain. He wants to step into the congenital realm in the imaginary rain, but he wants to step into the congenital realm, which requires too much mood.
So high that the untidy Taoist priest, an unbeaten myth a hundred years ago, can still look into the distance.
Girl, take your time. I’ll go around Shaolin Temple to see if there are any old friends alive. The scruffy Taoist shook his head and walked slowly towards the outside of the meditation room.