MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 82 forum

In those blue eyes, there was a kind of admiration.

Victoria's image was a bit more vivid in Li Xianyu's eyes. He said to himself, the amazing person in your mouth is me.

She mistakenly thought that the great man was the big boss who lived in the lines, but did not know that the man was sitting beside her.

Li Xianyu thought about it, and held his mind to reveal his holy spirit. In fact, this kind of thing is suitable for bragging, especially for small people like him. But if you say it, Victoria must ask: How did you do it?

How to answer it.

Green and green, Longao sky is green

Forget it, Chen Ye really couldn't say.

"How is the alliance talking about?" Li Xianyu said immediately, "if it is not convenient for me."

"Good," Victoria said.

"When Ryder's injury is healed, will you return to Rice?"

"No, we want to watch the Dao Buddhist Association's Daoist Conference two months later. Every year, many superpowers from various countries come to admire it." Victoria smiled elegantly: "Ryder said that if you attend then , He challenges you again. A thousand blood eats. "

It was a shame before the snow.

"On the Dao Conference? Newcomers like me must not be able to participate." Li Xianyu waved his hand.

In fact, he heard it for the first time.

"There are competitions for young people." Victoria said, she cleaned breakfast, but all blood, regardless of men and women, the demand for food is huge. Wiping the corners of her mouth and fingers with a wet tissue, she got up and smiled politely: "Bye."

"Bye." Li Xianyu saluted his greetings.

Next is welfare time. Turning his head, watching Victoria's back, the twist of the peach-shaped hip flap is the well-deserved 1

In the group, colleagues are still calling on Xun Long and Aotian. The feeling of being beaten is very deflated, and those who have not been beaten are very sorry.

Fudo King Wang, the second child: "I'm going, Long Aotian trapped my nephew in the virtual world. I want to beat him on behalf of the whole family. But I'm on a mission now and can't return."

This is a big brother with a title. Ordinary senior employees do not have a title. Whenever they have a title, they are all cattle. This is the message summarized by Li Xianyu.

Uncle Qin: "I said why you never asked me to drink, Pharaoh, you went out to run the task again?"

King Fudo Mingfu: "This task is a hot potato. I am in Lianghua Temple. Guess who my partner is?"

Uncle Qin: "There is farting."

Fudo King Wang second child: "Ancient ancient times, unique souls."

A few seconds later, the group was boiling.

Vulcan: "What do you say, Warriors of the Warriors have recovered?"

Li Bai: "Is it the Li family fighting spirit, is it the Qing dynasty, is it the one who reached the pinnacle in the recent 200 years of history?"

Originally, the group was relatively active. As soon as the name of Wushuang War Spirit came out, it fry immediately.

This message from Li Bai was swiped.

God of Food: "Is the battle spirit delicious?"

The system prompts: God of Food has withdrawn a message.

Uncle Qin: "Screenshot taken."

Li Bai: "Screenshot taken."

Wang Dier: "The War Soul is with me, God of Food, and I am going to show her."

God of Food: "Pharaoh, show mercy."

Murphy, administrator of the archives department: "Haha, there are times when the **** of food is also instigated."

Vulcan: "Don't swipe the screen, then swipe the screen again."

The group then settled down, Vulcan has a high status and reputation in Baoze.

Vulcan: "Second king, what's going on, the fighting spirit has recovered? Who is that Li family heir."

Wang Laoer: "How do I know who the Li family is, she will be alone when I see her."

Li Bai: "What's going on, how do you partner with her."

Wang Dier: "The war soul invited the Daofo Association and the speakers of the major families to hold a symposium. The venue was selected in Lianghua Temple. The content, of course, is related to the Pantheon. I will not disclose details. I am a disciple of Lianghua Temple and the head of my Buddha is my ancestor, so I came to host the forum on behalf of the company. "

Vulcan: "In the past, Li Wuxiang died in the hands of those people. Will the forum evolve into a melee, eh, the soul of Wushuang warns everyone."

Li Shizhen, deputy director of the medical department: "Vulcan thinks too much. The Li family is weak like a little rooster. What kind of combat power can the war soul have?"

Murphy: "So, the company thinks that Pharaoh King Kong is not bad and can't be killed, so throw him out of the pot?"

Li Bai: "The truth is here."

God of Food: "Truth 1."

Mr. Wang: "Don't say, the atmosphere is really not good. It's been five days since the news was sent out. People from the major families have only come together now. There is no Taoist over there."

Murphy: "It's been five days, so she deliberately gave her a kick?"

Vulcan: "It's not surprising that the Pantheon involves a lot. As long as it involves the Pantheon, the head of the Buddha and the big boss can't hold back, the fighting spirit is not enough, it is still a sealed fighting spirit."

Li Bai: "The war spirit wants to compromise, otherwise why hold a forum."

Long Aotian: "It is even more necessary to dismount this power. No one wants to see a super-hero fighting spirit over his head after the birth of the Pantheon, and the major families will feel relieved."

Wang Dier: "Let me go, Long Aotian, do you still have strength and water?"

Li Bai posted two pictures. The first one was Long Aotian's wounds curled up on the ground, his mobile phone held in his trembling hands.

The second one was full of blood, and the blood descended from the water.

Li Bai: "Everyone is watching, it is the soul of the war and the pantheon, it is definitely more attractive than playing Long Aotian."

Mr. Wang: "I'm only in charge of hosting the symposium anyway. If I really want to fight, I will shrink to the ancestor of the ancestor. After half an hour, the symposium will begin, and I will go to work, and I will replay the text after you.

Tentacles: "We want live text."

This message was reposted by hundreds and swiped the screen.

The thunderbolt king put down his mobile phone, and on the screen was a private chat with his second wife.

Thunder King: "Don't mention the family heir."

Pharaoh II: "He is in our company?"

Thunder King: "Don't ask, bring the topic."

Mr. Wang: "Good Minister."

Li Xianyu's identity belongs to an undisclosed secret. If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. Not only Baoze, but also the major families.

The office door rang, and thunder and lightning law said: "Come in."

Pushing in the door was Victoria, a slim cropped trousers and a small white t-shirt.

"Is there something wrong?" The thunderbolt king froze.

"Is Qin at headquarters?" Victoria opened her eyes.

"Who knows, it's a blessing to be able to come to the company a month." Thunder King Law frowned: "If you have any questions, tell me directly, I am fully responsible for Baoze's affairs."

"It's a private matter," Victoria was slightly disappointed, unwilling to reconcile: "I heard that the trouble of your company's virtual world is solved, isn't it him?"

"It has nothing to do with the big boss. It was solved by an employee of the company," said Wang Leidian. "If you want to see the big boss, let me make an appointment for you first to see if he has time."

The thunder and lightning king has long been accustomed to such events. The big boss is young and talented, and the women who want to have something with him can fill a football field.

Victoria is not inferior to the Association of Superpowers, and she is a famous player, but among the big boss's pursuers, there is never a shortage of Miss Qianjin and noble ladies. The most persevering is the daughter of an African chief who ate and drank in Baoze for two months, posing in an attitude of not seeing the Yellow River. Later, the chief daddy sent someone back, because the two tribes were going to marry, and the daughter would not be able to justify staying in China with Qing Lang.

When the black princess left, she lost a few pounds of tears, and finally left a sentence of farewell poems: since ancient times, passion has been left for nothing, and this hatred has no end.

I don't know where she found this intricate poem.

Victoria sighed, turned and left, took two steps, and turned back: "Who is that employee."

She was unwilling to struggle. The King of Thunder and Lightning said: "Li Xianyu, oh, hurt your brother." He estimated that Victoria had forgotten the character Li Xianyu.

Victoria: "He ?!"

Yunjing Ningcui, Dai Daiyao makeup, really like the first moth eyebrows, thin and long, beautiful and colorful also, hence the name Emeishan.

Buddha Gate is one of the four great cave heavens. It is known as the "Famous Mountain Buddha Kingdom". There are 12 temples on the mountain, of which the Lianghua Temple is the most. The head of the current Buddha was chaired by Lianghua Temple.

One pole in the temple lays down its status as one of the top 100 temples.

In the Noble Heroes' Hall, the sun shines through the hollowed doors and windows and shines on the floating incense.

Under the towering Buddha statue, there is a wonderful young girl standing with her head up, her face fair, her jaw pointed, her eyes moving, and her left eye a little tear mole, which has a lot of color.

A futon behind the girl sat on an old monk who described the withering, squinting, and chanting the scriptures in a low voice.

"Last time I broke the Buddha statue, and now I have a taller and brighter gold body," the girl yelled, "old bald donkey, I'll kick it again this time, you can build a higher one next time. ?"

The old monk behind him opened his eyes and stopped chanting the scriptures. After thinking about it, he said carefully: "Li Shizhu, the Buddha is innocent."

Grandma said quietly: "The Buddha is innocent, and the people outside are not innocent. I have lived for 150 years, and I'm sick of the world. If one day breaks the spirit beads, you must stop me."

The head of the Buddha sighed: "Tonight, add chicken legs, and you hide in the room to eat. Don't let people see it, I also want face."

Grandma smiled with a smile: "This world is very beautiful, there is no need to fight and kill every time."

Footsteps came, and the young monk in a white suit crossed the high threshold, stopped behind the head of the Buddha, folded his hands, and said, "Master, everyone is here. When is the meeting?"

Grandma and grandmother came over and said, "Well, you do n’t accept your apprentice again, old bald donkey. Look at this little one, it ’s really pretty. It ’s the wrong teacher. It ’s going to run Tantric Xiuhuanchanchan, but it ’s not three thousand women, day Soar. "

Ji Se had a good-looking skin, red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows, and was a new disciple of the Buddha's head after Li Wuxiang. In the past few years, the crew went up the mountain to take a picture, and they quit, and intentionally let him play the male No. 3, a young monk trapped in love. Lianghua Temple certainly did not agree. The director doubled the film pay, and the head of the Buddha agreed.

Later, I wanted to sign him and hold him as a star, but unfortunately failed. The director sighed sighing, apparently he could eat on his face, but he wanted to be a monk.

He also has a more famous name: Jidao Chuan ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Buddhism can receive many disciples in his life, but there is only one true disciple, which is called Jidao Chuan.

The Taoist deities of the present age have been passed down from the past.

Therefore, Ji Se has never stepped out of Emei in his life, but his fame has spread throughout the blood and even abroad.

The young monk watched his eyes and his nose, and his nose and his heart.

The grandmother stepped forward, reached out with a smile, and reached out to touch the ring and shook her head. The latter raised her arm and blocked it, but she did not block it. The young monk flashed a few meters away, but the woman's war spirit ratio was He was faster, reaching the threshold first, as if waiting for him.

Grandma and grandma knock on bald heads, just like a monk knocks on a wooden fish, and after a while, her voice softens: "brain hurts, brain hurts, thinking of **** and brain pain."

The young monk changed his color.

Grandma and grandma were unaware, and full of interest: "Old bald donkey, you disciple have spirituality, it is better to let him go down the mountain to be my great-grandson."