MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-Chapter 13 Stunning

"Hey, are you asleep?"

The low and elegant voice, with a smile on the ear side, Meng Fu shakes the surprise and opens his eyes.

In front, Yuan Zhaozhen is neat and elegant and elegant. It is just like stepping into the hall. The rain is raging and the clothes are not wet. It stands in the middle of a green, and immediately behind the cliff is a sudden rise of a new moon.

He stood so far, and he was still in a hurry. He said that it was too late to save Meng Fu Sha. However, when Meng Fu shook him, he felt that there was no reason for peace of mind. It seems that this life and death is extremely difficult. No longer worth the horror, the corner of the mouth could not help but slightly lifted.

Meng Fu’s smile has not yet come to an end, and Yuan Zhaoxuan, who was still quiet when he was just a singer, smiled at her.

The smile did not break, he suddenly moved.

This movement is like a thunder, as if the snow of the Yushan Mountain collapsed, and a bright and sleek rushed over, the night and the wind and the wind are all stirred up and vigorous, and the grass blades on the ground are driven by this unparalleled spurt. Hula has been uprooted and erected into a wall, and the eyes are flying in the direction of the giant net cover.

Yuan Zhaoxuan’s body was almost flying on the ground. He flashed to Meng Fu’s body in front of him. When he stretched his hand, he put down Meng Fu’s shake. He grabbed her body and continued to fly forward. The other hand’s sleeves were rolled up. Jinfeng broke the "grass wall" and mixed with his infuriating long grass branches like countless darts and small arrows, whistling and swaying toward the giant net, only listening to the subtle impact of the sound, and in a blink of an eye, the giant net was Those blades of grass that are as sharp as a blade are fragmented and not shaped.

When the last point of the giant net with a faint light fell, it happened to fall in the boots of Yuan Zhaoxuan. Behind him, he was silently into the mud by the rain.

Smiling, Yuan Zhaozhen raised his arms and looked at the woman under him.

"How do you feel when you see me?"

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how are you feeling?

Meng Fu shakes his eyes and looks upwards.

Yuan Zhaozhen, who is condescending, has a deep smile with a smile, and the light is clutching and intoxicating.

A faint and strange aroma is diffused, and even this torrential rain cannot be diluted.

Looking at the eyes, there is nothing to say, Yuan Zhaoyi is no longer joking, Meng Fu shake also forgets the opposite of the lips, at this moment, the initial solution of the crisis, the rain is not over, shrouded in the unique atmosphere of Yuan Zhaoyu, she forgot the words, I do not know How to speak.

This seemingly far-reaching person, from the moment of encounter, was close to her side. In just a few hours, he saved her twice.

Meng Fu Sha did not even understand why he wanted to help her.

She just looked at him, and there was a warmth in her heart. The body that was cold because of the rain and the night seemed to have a bit of heat.

It’s just a moment of sight.

There are thin strings at the bottom of my heart. For many years, because of the wind and frost, I have tossed the strings that have long been rusted, because the man’s refusal to break the strings, suddenly when the eyes meet, in this wind and rain and embrace. In the silence, it was gently swayed and slightly connected, giving a subtle but thrilling vibrato.

As if, listening to thunder in silence.

Meng Fu shook.

Her fingers suddenly tightened the damp ground, and the unknown grass with spikes poked into the fingers, and the white fingers rolled out the big round blood beads, and were instantly washed away by the rain, immersed in the dark soil. .

Meng Fu shakes inhale, the tingling of the fingertips makes her dawn clear, and she subconsciously shrinks. This action has just been done halfway. She has been staring at her. Zhao Zhaozhen suddenly dropped the light and reached out to copy her. Since then, a fold has already flown out.

Meng Fu shakes his head in his arms, Yuan Zhaoxuan has smiled. "Do you want to dedicate yourself to me here? But I am afraid of the cold."

In his tone, he smiled easily. Meng Fu’s angle could not see his expression. He saw that he had no strangeness, but he also had peace of mind. He just didn’t know why, listening to his unintentional tone, suddenly faint.

At the bottom of my heart, Meng Fu shakes his own Qiong Yao, what is he doing, and he is a veteran bird with a mental age of forty, still playing tangled?

She turned her head and wanted to get down from Yuan Zhao's arms. She couldn't prevent Yuan Zhao from pressing her finger and pressing her down. "Don't move."

The voice did not fall, and there were countless black figures suddenly appearing in front of the five feet. In the rain, the bow and the arrow were waiting for the battle. When the first person saw the figure far away, the string was suddenly slammed, and the popping sound was long and screaming, in a bright fire. Immediately after the rise, immediately, a cluster of vegetation suddenly fell down, there is a vacant land, after the open space is more than a dozen trees, the first half of the shade of the green, the lower half is stripped, revealing the white miserable tree.

Looking at the arrangement of the trees, Meng Fu reminded me of the five elements of the white wood that the dead Taoist priest mentioned. He was trying to call Yuan Zhaoxi carefully, but he saw that he stopped, one foot, and straight to the heart. Gone with the past.

The height of Yuan Zhaoxuan’s light work was only seen by Meng Fu’s life. Holding a person is still not enough. If nothing is done, it’s so fast that even Meng Fu’s shake can’t stop, and it’s a blink of an eye.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and sinks his eyes. He has to close his eyes and calculate his position. According to his own chest, he plans to ruin the three-step tree on the left side, and then say that the five elements of the white wood are ever-changing and the door is dead. Alternately passed, she only had a 50% chance of escaping from the big array of possible dark arrows and giant woods, but in any case, it was better to go straight to the dead road than Yuan Zhaozhen.

Just want to move, not prevent Yuan Zhaoxuan suddenly flying and kicking, the raw tree will kick off the giant tree, the big tree will rise and go straight, and the whistling sound will be swaying. A slamming sound, as if the bottom of the ground suddenly flew a dense group of bees, or the piled leaves were rolled up by the hurricane, and the pressure was swept away.

It was a dagger buried in the ground, iron-black black, piercing the air in the rain of cement, flying in the middle of the trees, continually hitting the trees at all angles, and then being bounced back by the impact force to change direction. I used to face the chest at this moment, and I was facing the heavens at the moment of the heart, and I couldn’t escape.

Yuan Zhaoxuan did not pay attention to the compelling killing. He flew through the air in his mid-air robes, such as a gale of wind blowing clouds, or electric light flashing in the clouds, once in the dark sky. After the time of picking up and resting, wherever the hurricane is like an invisible knife, the knife and knife are broken and the tree is broken, and the sound of the swell of the sleeves is smashed. Every shot must be broken, he wears The figure between the knife light and the giant wood is as fast as lightning. If it is light, it will flash from the most subtle gaps. It is obviously the most frenzied and most irregular attack, but the movement is precise and delicate. It seems that I have calculated countless times in advance.

Like the immortal of the great power of the gods, the river is the line, the electric power is the needle, and on the complex layout of the eight seas of the Bohai Sea, a fascinating picture is densely embroidered.

The giant trees fall down one by one, seemingly chaotic, but each tree has a slightly different position, one is higher than the other, and the intensity changes so much that every tree falls. It happened to be placed on the former tree. It was like a domino that was pushed down. There was never a tree landing. At the end, all the trees fell into a rolling hill-like shape, and those who smashed. The daggers were also extremely accurate and were stopped by the trees that fell down at different angles. They fell into the ground.

Taking a breath of cold air, Meng Fu Sha will not breathe. This method of law knows that she breaks the law, but she never thought that someone in this world could break this way. What kind of precision is needed to break through the law? As for the calculation of horror, the many trees, the countless flying knives and the angle change of each knives and blasting of the knives must be calculated and squeezed to the subtlety, so that all the unscathed bullets can be lost. The computer is only a few seconds away, let alone in the big battle, in the face of the fierce attack of Yuan Zhaozhen?

Is this still a person?

The giant wood fell, the dagger fell, and Yuan Zhao’s sleeves swelled, and Meng Fu swayed and flew up. The sky was like a stepping cloud. On one step, he stepped on the tree end of the tallest tree, and a large piece of rain. The true air that was flowing through him was flying, and he flew over the sky like a fairy.

Based on the height of the canopy and the green leaves under the feet, Yuan Zhaoyi smiled and smiled. Shi Shiran looked at the group of ambushes who still bowed in the hand and arrow. Those people stayed in place with the previous general movements. Zhang Dazui looked at the god-like figure on the treetop in horror, watching him send his hand in the blink of an eye, and ruined the white-wood array that the doorkeeper carefully arranged for years to be broken; watching him understate In one of the most bizarre and incredible ways, I have to smash it, watching him not be shocked, and entering and leaving the world without a hit, the posture of the canopy is astounding, and suddenly it is fearful to see. God's sense of sensation, where to remember to bow and shoot.

Yuan Zhaoyu smiled like a smile, raised his sleeves and thrown it. The people underneath jumped out, but they didn’t see anything. Even if they listened to a long laugh in the air, two black shadows stunned and shot in the long rain curtain. A black rain line that is condensed and not scattered, the leaves are flying, the trees are separated to the two sides, and the ground is filled with feminine and huge power, scattered and screaming. The arrow breaks and the water bursts, and the rest of the black-water loess after the white wood bursts into flames, and the four sides are bursting.

Four bursts of broken chain agencies burst into a random shot, and when they boarded the Xuanyuan Jianpai guards, they shot a lot, and in the exclamation, the crowd spread more chaotically.

Running fast, the wind is fierce, Meng Fu shakes the probe from Yuan Zhaoyu's arms, it is a pity to look at the big array that has not been seen, she also knows how to break the law, but because the head is too embarrassed, always hero It’s useless, she’s bored and played with Yuan Zhao’s clothes, and then sighed with boring boring.

Listening to Yuan Zhaoyu’s voice rang low above his head. When he spoke, his chest trembled slightly, hitting the cheek that she was stuck on his chest. The hot temperature that touched it gradually spread to the whole body, and the warmth made it rush. She was so tired that she was so tired that she was so tired.

"...this method is really shabby, let's just escape another way..."

Ok, escape, drag you along.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and fell asleep.