Another night’s talk
Second, Meng Fei Meng Fei walked into the courtyard after waking up slowly from the state of concentration.
Today is his first day as a new official. Although he doesn’t care about this position, he doesn’t want to be late. When he just walked in, he saw Ba Yu’s poem, which I haven’t seen for days in Meng Fei yesterday.
When she saw her in Meng Fei, she also saw Meng Fei. At this time, she was dressed in a pure and lovely appearance. When she saw Tianhou waving at him, she came along in response to the morning sunshine.
The early morning sun shines on this pure-looking girl and reflects the pure color.
She walked up to Meng Fei and two small dimples bloomed slowly beside the corners of her mouth. I heard that you successfully mixed into the Imperial Academy yesterday and asked the Academy to add a special inspector’s office. I can’t believe that you have a lot of energy. When did the power of the Star Palace spread to the Han Empire, but I didn’t know it at all?
Hehe, you are well-informed. Meng Fei looked at this beautiful girl and asked, What about you? You should also be in the imperial court.
It’s Ba Yu’s poem, but it’s not easy to handle affairs without identity.
Suddenly, an innocent and lovely voice giggled, so that the little beauty could sleep with her for one night, and our generation was worth it.
Ba Yu’s poem flew into a rage and looked around to see a well-dressed child sticking out his bright red tongue and licking his lips not far away. It was very rampant and he wanted to eat and laugh so much that he could make up for this little beauty.
Sun Ning, the little devil, suddenly glared at the child here.
Xiahou Jiaxun seems to be smiling. What a beautiful girl. I still feel pity.
His eyes rested on his grandson Carrie’s body, and his eyes were bright. Water judo must be the sisters of the grandson’s house. The flowers are graceful and delicious, so that my younger brother Chun Qing can’t wait to sleep all of you on the spot
ChangSunSheng quickly cross body block in front of the two girls eyes gloomy cold hum a way Xiahou Jia others afraid of your old can’t be afraid.
Grandfather Xiahou Jia with grey hair has another bright eye. She chuckled and laughed. This picture of JingXie in old bones should be enough for me to chew, so I must not taste it.
ChangSunSheng choked to death, but he was terrified of this kid, but he saw Xiahou Jia bouncing up and down, raised his little hand and put it on Meng Fei’s shoulder. A little face rubbed against Meng Fei’s arm and smiled sweetly. Brother Meng let me find it hard to meet again without finding a secluded place. Brother Meng fought for three hundred rounds.
Meng Fei never dreamed that he would meet Xiahou Jia, the little devil, here. He was too much for a moment. Little brother, stop that now and annoy big brother. Be careful of your ass.
Xiahou Jia’s eyes glistened with a row of little Kouga biting and still hanging from Meng Fei’s arm. I let go and giggled. Brother Meng slipped away like this again. Wouldn’t it be a big loss for me? I won’t give up this time. You have to win or lose.
Long Sun Ning son looked at two people look quite intimate bulging way two demons, one big and one small.
Hey, hey, grandson, little beauty, dare to talk nonsense again. My horse slept with you. Xiahou Jia smiled red and trembled, but no one dared to despise this little guy.
ChangSunSheng a forehead the veins stood out in the heart dark shout bad brother meng is a famous brother, how can Xiahou Jia this little devil mix together looks very familiar, isn’t he a treasure outside defeat among them?
Meng Fei is depressed in the imperial court, and he can’t let Xiahou Jia let go by force. Moreover, at the moment, even if he uses force, he is very uncertain about Xiahou Jia Kenai, and he will be put down by this kid and sucked into the body, so he has to hang himself.
Cough cough little brother, where is your adult?
Xiahou Jia took a look at his child, and he was full of innocence. He was so cruel. Big brother got my hand even for such a lovely child, but my helper is around here. Do you want me to introduce you?
Meng Fei had a big fight, but at this time, the empire Meng suddenly came to see a violent fluctuation. Dark clouds roared from the north, and several black fog rolled in the clouds. A young man with a black robe fluttered in the clouds.
When I arrived at the Imperial Court, I saw him open his mouth and suck a dark horse in Fiona Fang for several miles. He swallowed Changhong and inhaled it.
Mu aristocratic family children know Yan Mou, a black-robed man hovering in the middle of the imperial court. A young man Mu Fu is domineering and arrogant. Mu aristocratic families are famous in the past dynasties. People in this world are all geniuses. Yan Mou really wants to admire his younger brother and have a look. Mu aristocratic family means.
The eldest Sun Sheng’s eyes show different colors, and the road is low. In the seventy-two wild ancient families, the Yanshi clan, this young man should be Yan Mo Xiong, a young master of Yanshi clan.
He has been in the limelight recently. He is said to be a rising star of the Yanshi clan. He has repeatedly challenged masters from all over the world to fight, support and repair, and has grown very rapidly, greatly surpassing the momentum of several of his wild brothers.
Mufu came slowly from the depths of the courtyard and looked at him indifferently. His eyes were still commanding. He shook his head and said, Yanshi gens, less masters, less emperors come to challenge me. That’s more like it. You are not qualified.
Yan Mo Xiong laughed and stretched out his hand and grasped the magic gas to condense a pole. Zhan Ji pointed to Mufu. My eldest brother was just a stepping stone for me to step on the avenue. Sooner or later, I would step on him.
He is also a wild ancient family brother Meng Fei looked up and saw Yan Mo Xiong gestures without a shocking domineering bearing. Chapter four hundred and ninety-two Kid-ridden.
Xiahou Jia’s eyes fixed on Yan Mo Xiong suddenly sighed with bitterness. Seventy-two wild ancient people banned me. Xiahou Lingzhu banned Yanshi gens’ magic clouds, but they were all magnificent and colorful. It’s a pity that they were really qualified to practice the ban.
Meng Fei saw his one eye and felt that the kid was suddenly depressed and was obviously hit by Yan Mo Xiong’s method.
However, Yan Mo Xiong’s age of terror is not much different from Xiahou Jia’s, but annual repair has left him far behind.
Among them, Yan Mo Xiong’s qualification is indeed much better than his, and another layer is because this is the acquisition of Yan Mo Xiong’s barren ancient blood, which is the truth of Yan clan.
Although Xiahou Jia is also a brother of a barren ancient family, it is not barren. Although it has a profound bearing, it is incomparable.
Xiahou Jia’s sigh is also a thought of other ancient families who have no shortage of ancient blood.
Imperial court suddenly several strands of terror see a changhong foaming at the mouth in the imperial court entrenched into a ball and a teenager in changhong silver armour silver gun is MuFuYan Mo Xiong two people strong heroism dry cloud way.
It’s rare to meet two rookies in northern China, Dongfang’s Dongfang Plastic, and I can’t help but feel tempted to compete with two shixiong.
Fan Zongling of Hokkaido has seen another figure of you, and laughed. What day is it today? I can’t help but kill you all.
Somewhere in the Imperial Court, there is a surge of terror. Zhou Tianxing is slowly brewing as quiet as a volcano, but it gives people a thunderous feeling of oppression.
Mufu glanced at the crowd lightly, and his eyes swept away. It seemed that he could penetrate the world and look straight into the room. The female responded with a cool smile, and his younger brother was present. He gently stretched himself and smiled. They were all young talents, but in my eyes, they were just a bunch of scum.
He chuckled and proudly said, Let’s go together. His voice is light, but it gives people a feeling that Mo Xiong Fan Zongling and others are simply a group of scum, which is not worth selling one by one.
He was born proud, Mo Xiong was domineering, the East was heroic, Fan Zongling was ferocious, Ba Yu’s poems were obscure, and all of them could not hide his brilliance.
Yan Mo Xiong’s heart is on fire, and the Imperial School in Zhan Ji’s new road forbids him not to go to the Tianbao sea area hundreds of miles away, so don’t come if he doesn’t dare.
He took the lead in flying to the Tianbao sea area, followed by Fan Zongling, who laughed and followed another starlight and roared away wrapped in a delicate figure.