The General’s Genius Daughter

Hua Xiyue is very concerned about the words of Tian.

After all, when Tian Bo said it, he was very serious and dignified, so he would not lie to her.

He used to be a wicked person, and he was inhuman, but now the devil is gone, just an ordinary man who loves meat and meat.

But once there is anything, he is enchanted by another thought, and it will indeed hurt her.

The worry of Yun Mo and the rabbit is correct, but Hua Xiyue is not willing to believe that she is so good for her, one day, then involved in the magic.

"Master, you can rest assured, I believe that you will not be involved in the Magic Road! Master, you are the first beautiful man in the world, the beautiful man, and only the character is good, it is worth remembering for a lifetime."

Huasu Yue smiled.

Heaven has stunned, remembering for a lifetime?

He used to think like this, but later he became a demon.

Heaven closed his eyes and recalled the distant anecdote. He never said anything.

Huasu month did not bother him, went to the aura pool to practice, the aura here is still dozens of times thicker than the outside, so the flower habitat is here like a fish, now she is a perfect day, need to work hard to attack the holy **** Order!

Huasuyue knows that in the current situation, it is impossible to shock the lower level of the Holy Spirit so quickly, so it is still necessary to first touch on the homemade lore that Tiandi gave to her - Xuezhongjian.

In the snow sword, as the name suggests, the aura can be condensed into snow, and there are thousands of killings in the snow.

Hua Xiyue only used one morning time, and he measured the beginning of the snow. When she found out that the snow was complete, the sword in the snow was completed.

"Sword in the snow -" Huashen sat on the edge of the pool, sing softly, and the three characters came out, and the aura that came out of the whole body instantly became snow.

The snow flutters in the sky, dense and dense, and you can't see a little bit of space, and you can't see anything other than snow.

This trick can shield the enemy's line of sight, while the flowering month can be used in the dark.

However, there are not thousands of swords in the snow, so it still cannot be successful.

Huashen slowly and groping patiently, intoxicated to forget the world.

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In the city of Xuanyuan.

In the house of the Murong family, a man rushed in and stumbled in. "Not good, Master, old lady!"

The man fell down and said in horror: "The second lady is back, but she has lost one hand..."

"What?" Murong master stunned his eyes wide open. He became the master of the house and recognized the dream poetry as a foster daughter. Everything was his plan with his wife.

However, I did not expect that Huameng poetry would cause trouble so soon.

"Fast pass!" The old lady's face changed and she couldn't help but scream.

Not long after, Hua Meng’s poem came in pale and squatted in front of the second old man.

"Poetry!" the old lady cried in panic, stumbling down the seat and lifting her up.

"You... your wrists..."

Mrs. Murong’s face is so ugly, her eyes are red, and she wants to cry.

The heart of the flower dream poem is warm, I did not expect that my foster mother would be so true to her, think about the old lady, the two are really not a level!

"Hey, mother... poetry is sorry for you, it is a poem... The poem has lost the face of Murong!"

In the beauty of the flower dream poem, the tears are full.

"Poetry, what is this, tell my mother, who is so arrogant and so heartless! We Muring home, will definitely let her pay a price!"

The old lady is cold and authentic.

Master Murong also beheaded. "Yes, poetry, you are now our adopted daughters. In our eyes, you are all the same. As long as you are being bullied, our Murong family will never tolerate that person!"

When I dreamed of a dream poem, I suddenly burst into tears.

"Thank you, my mother... If there is no mother, the dream poem is estimated to be alive... oh!"

Hua Mengshi really squeezed a few tears. Besides, she was broken by the flower and the moon. The heart is really very uncomfortable. The other party has always been the woman she wants to kill, but she has been working hard and trying hard to strive for the upper reaches. Be the one who killed her!

She is angry, she hates, she is sad - after all, a wrist is broken, it is like a disability, at least in the dictionary of dreams, she always pursues perfection.

However, her wrist is broken, her body is no longer perfect, how can she not feel bad.

The tears of Huameng’s poems are more and more, and Mrs. Murong comforts her. She also squeezes a few drops of old tears. While taking the back of the flower dream poem, she said to the old man: "I said, you will still hide in the book. The scroll of the eleventh dark grid of the pavilion is taken out to the dream poem, she...should be the most suitable!"

Master Murong groaned, "The eleventh secret? Lady, are you sure?"

"Of course, the dream poem is our adopted daughter, and it is also the most outstanding woman of Murong's family. How can it be inappropriate for her? Go ahead!" Mrs. Murong said with a heartache.

Master Murong hesitated for a moment, saw the weeping flower dream poetry, and finally went outside.

The heart of Hua Meng's poems is full of curiosity. What kind of secret is the scroll that they said?

Murong's secret technique, she also learned a lot, including the kind of forbidden surgery, the forbidden surgery can make her quickly promoted to the perfect day of the round, I did not expect the flower habitat to reach that one Level, but what makes her unwilling is that Huasuyue has so easily knocked her wrist down!

However, seeing the solemn face of Murong's master, Hua Meng Shi felt that it should be a very important scroll, so her heart still holds certain expectations.

Soon after, Master Murong walked in, and there was indeed a circle of dark red scrolls in his hand. "I have discussed it with everyone. This scroll is handed over to the dream poem. I hope she can really cultivate this kind of technique." Then, our Murong family can grow up."

Therefore, Master Murong solemnly handed the red scroll to the hands of Hua Mengshi.

On the face of Hua Meng's poem, there were still dry tears. She picked it up. "Oh... what is this..."

The old lady smiled softly. "Oh, dream poetry, you can see it when you open it. This is the secret technique of our Murong family. So for many years, only one genius has learned, and others have not succeeded. It is very difficult. But once it is built, it has a lot of lethality..."

Huameng Shiyu quickly opened the dark red scroll, only to see the five characters of "Leader Dragon God", the following content, so that the spirit of the dream of poetry shocked!

This is an extremely powerful ban since ancient times, but only one person has successfully cultivated, and the others have not succeeded.

Hua Xiyue is not afraid of half of his practice. After all, if she can't kill the flowers, she will live, and there seems to be no other purpose!

Hua Xiyue, her transformation, directly ruined her perfection and ruined her future!

Everything, she has to come back to Huasu.

"Thank you for your mother-in-law! Dream poetry... I have no thoughts in this life!" Hua Mengshi was so excited that she slammed down. Her appearance was to decide to practice this access control.

"Children, dragons and gods, but there are great restrictions, can only be used once a month, and each time you use it, you have to rest for a month before you can restore the previous state. And not everyone can cultivate successfully. "Mu Rong's master is quiet.

"Yeah, dream poetry, you have to think clearly, we treat you like a biological, and at the same time ... do not want you to be in any danger." Mrs. Murong clasped the hand of the flower dream poem, the eyes faint red.

Hua Meng Shi felt the love of the other party, smiled slightly, and confidently said: "Mother, hey, don't worry, I have learned so many secrets in my dream poetry, haven't there been any accidents?"

The two old men stunned and recalled the performance of Huamengshi in the past year. It really did not happen any accidents.

"Do you really decide to learn?" Murong is still frowning and seems to be very uneasy.

"Dream poetry, you must know that our Murong family, although not worthy of the ancient family, but also has a certain family of genius, genius has been endless. Over the past few hundred years, Murong's children, many of them are famous at home and abroad, more Some people are famous for their ages...but no one has been known for learning this ban, because the genius who succeeded in cultivation has finally lost heart and madness, and our Murong family has concealed the news."

On the face of Murong’s master, there is a faint color.

That genius, the Murong family thought that the family would be proud of it. After all, the Murong family was the first big family in the country, but looking at the Tianyuan continent, there are more famous families that Murong’s family can’t match.

However, the genius did not know why, but he lost his heart and madness, which made the entire Murong family suffer.

"Do not worry, hey, mother, I must be fine, dream poetry first leave, first raise the body, then practice this dragon."

The pale face of Hua Meng Shi has already had an exuberant blush. "My mother, this time I am going to find a good place to live in seclusion, so you don't have to look for me."

"Poetry, why not in the back mountain of our Murong family, there are the guardians of our people, there will be no one to bother you!" Murong is strange.

Hua Meng's mysterious smile, "I don't want to stay in the back mountain, because there are too many pressures on me, I will not be able to cultivate. Oh, mother, don't you forget that the poetry was banned before, are they outside?" ”

"This is..." Murong's father beheaded. "Then you should be more careful. Why don't I find a few gimmicks to accompany you out?"

"No, I am enough alone. Hey, mother, you take care!"

The flower dream poem is extremely exciting, and the dark red scroll in her hand is her hope of defeating the flower habitat!

Master Murong had to let his men send more flowers to the dream poetry, such as Yao Dan, props and the like, and all that was used, they all packaged a flower dream poem.

In the end, Hua Meng’s poems ended up with the drug Dan and the silver ticket, bidding farewell to Murong’s hometown, and Hua Meng’s poems left Xuanyuan City at a very fast speed.

Master Murong looked at the direction in which the flower dream poetry disappeared, and sighed, "I'm sorry, poetry... although you are a foster daughter, we are also like you as a daughter..."

The face of Murong’s old lady’s charity has already become a cold. “The lord does not have to be guilty. The **** is also ill-conceived. Do you think she really wants to carry forward our Murong family? After she has become a dragon god, It is estimated that we will not listen to our actions."