The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

Chapter 111: Realist, true spirit

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Jimo nodded. "You send someone to inform the royal family. This should be a bird-shaped big demon that can fly. The bird demon is the most like food for snakes and rats. Let the royal family immediately announce the announcement, let these forms of Lingbao Teacher, I have recently gone out."

Ink and five went away.

"Less master, Wang Yushi's family of ants have seen it, they all climbed from the illusion. In the illusion, there are often ant colonies, and the illusionist can control the ant colony. It is very suspicious. It is recommended to monitor day and night. This person, can't tell her what is the necessary connection with the big demon." The remaining ink six.

"Momo has not spoken yet, and Mo did not know when he came in again, Zhangkou said, "Impossible! ”

Looking at the eyes of my own little master, the eyes of the cloud are clear, and the ink is patted on the chest. "Is it impossible, ink six, do you know? If it is only a big demon, then his IQ is absolutely no problem." It is impossible to provoke us to be less lord. What is the realm of our lord now? Really sorcerer! Really sorcerer! Unless the big demon is impatient, he will never rob the owner’s boots and throw a pit. ......"

Just as the face of Jimo’s face turned negative, the four flatterings of the ink four came up again. “And, if the girl is really a demon possession, can we not feel the lesser? We have eaten today. The girl who made the glutinous rice and the phoenix phoenix in the illusion girl! The lonely man and the widowed woman stayed in the tatar for so long, the low-level spiritual cuisine, and the death of the phoenix bones of a hundred aura value, our young master even I ate six bowls..."

"Swelling!" Mo Si was shot and flew out of the China Pavilion.

I don’t know if I’m flying out of a few streets...

Ink eyes look at the nose, nose and heart, the heart is four wax.

***

A quiet mountain forest, thatched bamboo house, clear river shallow fence, idle clouds and wild cranes.

On the second floor of the bamboo house, an old man with a crane and a child's face, his hands are working hard, and a large number of auras are rushing into the tide, wrapping a weak young man not far from him in front of him to carry out aura fumigation...

This bamboo house is not a simple bamboo house. There is obviously a sophisticated cluster method in front of the house. Otherwise, it is impossible to have such a strong aura near the Dangyun Emperor.

This gathering of the spirits, as for the aura within a hundred miles, gathered here for his use.

For a long time, the old man stopped and did not see him panting, but he saw the young man in the aura of fumigation panting.

"Thank you ancestors."

The old man sighed, "Hey, unfortunately, the corpse of the magical North Ming actually burned, or else, you may have hope to get rid of this disease."

The young man is thin and thin, but looks good, feminine and handsome, and his skin is very white.

"Nobody knows that the big scorpion of the illusionist is so fierce, it burns, but there is really nothing in the ashes of the magical north..."

The old man shook his head. "Is there a time for it to be inconclusive? You close some people into the illusion, see if there is any secret among the Lady of the Magic and her children, maybe there is a turnaround..."

But the old man knows that this hope is ethereal. If he is a magical North, he will not tell anyone about this life and death secret. Who knows it will be a dead end.

Young men should be.

Again, "I blame the big demon for some deceitfulness. If it tells us about the abnormality in the magical north, it doesn't have to wait until he dies, and then said that the grandchildren directly announced the magical north into the palace. Everything is good. It is."

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