How great it would be to give these two drops to yourself!

It is also good to satisfy your cravings.

Or... lick it on the ground?

The dignified King of Northern Liang, Liyang Dazhu Kingdom, has fallen to this point, and I am just sighing.

He took another sip, and the withered old man stained his mouth and said, "I'm waiting for someone!"

Soon, a pillar of water soared into the sky and entered the sky.

Magnificent momentum and terrifying power.

The earth shakes.

The same shot fell from the sky.

Dazhuguo didn't care about staring at the drop of wine that fell on the ground, and said in surprise: "Finger the mysterious!"

The white fox also frowned.

She has been in the building for many days and has read all 60,000 volumes on the first floor of Tingchao Pavilion. Finally, she broke through the realm and entered the realm of Vajra.

At that time, this girl in green was only at the peak of the second-grade rank.

Now that I have broken the ice and left the pass, I have already pointed out the mystery.

On the deck, the flames rose again, and another pit was added.

The depth is slightly worse.

"Young Master..."

Qingyi looked at her right hand in surprise, her fingers were closed together, and she was silent and could not come back to her senses for a long time.

After practicing dual cultivation at the bottom of the lake for three months, now he has passed the dike and has crossed the heavenly trenches and approached the celestial phenomena.

This dual practice, both practice, and practice of both practice without formal practice, both.

When yin and yang are united, it will come naturally.

"Thank you, my son... um... um!"

The blush instantly filled the entire lake.

"Huh..." Dazhuguo covered his face.

It is said that Xu Manzi does not understand worldly etiquette and does not respect etiquette.

Now, my son is better than his superiority.

In broad daylight, we hugged and kissed each other.

Forced kiss!

What kind of system, what kind of system...

The white fox suddenly turned dark, and the knife was half sheathed, ready to go.

Then, the knife was put into the sheath.

He whispered: "I feel bad!"

Turning back to the pavilion.

Waving his hand, twelve books, lined up in a row.

Sit cross-legged.

The pages began to turn.

Flipped upside down.

After repeated this, I still couldn't see it after a long time.

There are only a few words and I can't remember anything.

The spring thunder on the waist was cut out again...
Chapter completed!