Niu Fei Zai Xia

When Wu Hao was talking at the restaurant, the son who looked at the window was the young master of the Magic Valley. M.

The owner of the Valley of the Magic Valley, surnamed Yin, is the same as the [sound] word, and is more related to the name of the Magic Valley.

This Yin Gongzi is naturally called the sound less master and the sound son.

In the 20th year of the sound son, the publicity of the publicity has reached seven stars. Although it is not so good compared with the dazzling disciples in the Swordsman Gate, it is a rare talent on the rivers and lakes.

The two warriors who are there to serve him are the masters of the six-star class.

The position of Magic Valley in the rivers and lakes is not as good as that of Jian Jian and Tian Yao Palace, but it is also a first-class martial art.

In particular, the technique of attacking a sneak attack by sound is even more difficult to prevent. Under the same sacred level, if it is attacked by the Magic Valley, the ten are to be defeated.

The son of the sound is even more unfathomable, and several cases of the magic sound valley are made by him.

Although he practiced the boy's work for some kind of magical sounds, the woman who was in the hands of the scourge had not lost dozens.

A few miles ago, when he was on the river, he occasionally saw a ship with a Qingling header passing by.

A group of girls on the deck are playing.

One of the girls had an excellent skin color, and it was white and bright in the sun, and it was glaring and eye-catching.

It is rare to see a girl with such a white complexion. He was on the rise, taking out the jade flute and blowing a piece of music while the ship was passing by the boat.

Infused with the magical sound of the magic sound valley secret method, it has a certain suggestive effect on the girl against the surname.

After a while, the girl jumped on her own.

The son of the son is a little annoyed, and he does not know how the guide to the girl failed.

If the melody of the Magic Valley, if it plays well, it will make the other party take the initiative to come to the singer.

Falling into the water like a river, like walking dead, wants to come directly, without a little wisdom to play, is a failure.

If it is complete, it should be that the woman beckoning herself, and then looking for opportunities with wisdom.

Of course, this little regret passed in the past, and he was not too concerned. The girl who fell in the river, he was too lazy to pay attention.

This night I saw a girl who was similar, and when I said a fascinating book, his mind moved again.

It’s just different from the woman who played before, he wants to have more contact.

The more a woman who can get it, the more happy she is to play.

At this moment, I saw that more than twenty people, such as Wu Hao, came in and came together in a coincidence. The son of the singer couldn’t help but smile at the two servants who were in the room: “It seems that they don’t have to arrange it, she sent it to her door.”

"The young master wants to be close to her here?" The martial artist asked, and he entered the magic sound valley for a long time, but the time to follow the sound son was not long.

When this sentence was just exported, he regretted it.

Listening to him asking questions, the corner of another warrior next to him jumped.

The son of the singer sat at the table, holding a seven-inch long bonfire iron in one hand and picking a candle light flame: "Do you know why I called you a voice?"

"...I don't know."

"I asked you, how is the cow called?"

"..." After the martyrdom of the warrior frowned, for a moment, he slammed down and slammed it down, and a cold sweat came out: "There are a lot of masters, and the subordinates are wrong!"

He knows that he has committed the jealousy of the son, and has a mouthful!

The cow’s claim is [哞], and the mouth is [牟].

I am called by my son as a voice, naturally I am telling myself: I can’t talk with me!

The martial artist's voice is a six-star sacred master, but he is not afraid to be a little proud in front of this son. Even when he saw that he was angry, he could be said to be chilling.

The son of the singer will sing the iron of the lamp on the candle, and licking the voice, his face looks like a smile and does not speak.

"Being a daring, borrowing less from the main hand." The voice of the voice trembled and pleaded.

"Because you are open... take this away." The young master threw the irons at his hand.

The iron brazed strangely did not draw a parabola, but it was like a thing that was slowly carried to the voice of the warrior.

The warrior's voice will iron the iron in his hand, holding it upside down with both hands, and pointing the sharp end toward himself.

His arm is shaking slightly.

"Sound, um, good name." The younger master seemed to say to himself.

"Thank you a lot of masters." The voice understood the meaning of the words, and the heart was swaying, and the hot iron was suddenly inserted into the throat of the throat.

As a warrior, I know very well about the muscles of the body. This blood is inserted, but the selection is extremely accurate.

The wound quickly solidifies due to the temperature of the iron.

The voice squeaked his teeth and slammed his teeth. He slammed the iron into the vocal cords of his throat and pulled them out.

The warrior next to him was twitching in the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t scream for half a second.

Seeing that he was so decisive, the face of the son of the son of a son turned into a smile and smiled. He opened a book with satisfaction and read: "The ancients are clouds, the sky is high, the clouds are raining. So, A humble person, do not dare to rush; the position of the person, do not deceive. This is the world of the number, nothing is wrong..."

After finishing this sentence, he closed the book and asked the voice of the warrior who was trembling because of the trauma of the throat in a very friendly and friendly manner: "Do you think this paragraph is right?"

"噶————" The martial arts voice opened his mouth and seemed to work hard to make a sound. However, the part of the vocal cord in the throat that was traumatized, because of his vocal action, rushed out of the blood, but could not make any sound.

"Very good, very good." The son of the son is satisfied with his head: "You understand, you understand. I feel that people around me can't be stupid, otherwise I will not breathe. If the slaves let the main child breathe." But anger, is there justice in this world?"

Wu Yuyin's eyes narrowed his head and he shook his head in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go." Yin Gongzi waved his hand.

The two warriors retired and left the room with respect, and the throat of the voice was still dripping a little blood.

Yin Gongzi reached out and grabbed a note, and the seven-inch iron on the ground flew up into his hands.

He re-dipped the tip of the blood-stained iron to the candlelight in his seat, and a stinking smell began to spread out from the scorch.

"The smell of good fragrance..." The son of the son squinted at the black iron in the flame, as if he was intoxicated.

The moving candlelight cast his figure on the ground and trembled into black.

A crowd of people occupied a lot of rooms on the first and second floors of the inn.

When I came in, some of the guests felt noisy and even came out with two sentences.

Of course, a few steel knives that were worn by everyone were scared back.

These Jianghu people belong to the Jiangyang thief category for ordinary travelers.

The young man who lived in the second floor and the room, the young man who looked at the window did not come out. His men seemed to remain silent about such a noisy mess.

Most of the time, the voices gradually became thinner, and twenty people finally rested.

Wu Hao and Mu Qingya, who confirmed that there was no problem on the old man, returned to the room.

When I lit the candle, Wu Hao asked sincerely: "Qingya, do you want to wipe it? I will help you back?"

Mu Qingya shook his head and said in a sign language: "A lot of men live around, or they don't rub."

"How dirty it is." Wu Hao felt sorry.

"I will help you rub?" Mu Qingya enthusiastically used the words to ask Wu Hao.

Wu Hao naturally refused.

The two men were wide and they were lying on the bed.

The reason for each is because it is very regrettable: this room has two beds.

So Wu Hao reluctantly separated from the beauty to sleep.

Mu Qingya is a little lacking ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and did not talk to Wu Haobing night.

Wu Hao turned back and forth in bed, and suddenly came out after a long time:

"Oh, I am afraid of black..."

She began to deliberately find words and wanted to sleep with Mu Qingya.

The wonderful feel of the previous bedtime is still around the fingertips. Although I can't do more things, the touch of the beautiful woman's chest is really memorable.

Mu Qingya was lying in bed and was going to sleep. It was a little strange to hear this. If Yao Yao did not extinguish the candle, he was also afraid of black? what the **** is this?

Mu Qingya poked his head out of the curtain and took a look at Wu Hao. Seeing no difference, I went back to the curtain and went to sleep.

I am stupid! Why not pick a room with only one bed? Wu Hao continued to grieve over his face. Or just take Mu Qingya to sleep in a bed at the beginning, just fine, why can't you meet a beautiful woman like a separation?

At this time, there was a whistling sound from the window. q