A snow-white dress, baby fat face, barefoot arms and legs like lotus roots.

Xu Shao never thought that there was a girl with an age behind this hammer.
The girl is naive and lovely, but she is carrying a huge magic pestle three or four times higher than her.
Not only that, the girl looks funny and angry, but she looks naughty and charming, but she exudes suffocating and overbearing momentum. The image is so uncoordinated.
"Gui Mu"
The black guard’s face changed, holding the long gunner and shaking a little.
Chapter seventy-five Real budo?
Chapter seventy-five Real budo?
This girl is famous for her fierce reputation.
It is said that the woman who used to be an official in the Summer Palace was killed at the age of 18 because she offended the emperor at that time.
I don’t know if this girl managed to get away with it, but she reappeared five years ago ten years after she disappeared. She still looks as old as she was, and it’s amazing and terrible to repair herself in Gui Mu.
Appeared that night, he actually killed more than 1,000 people in the Grand Emperor’s Mansion stationed in the capital, including four experts in the realm of Wu Zu, which was surrounded by three gathering heads and five gases.
Finally, Guo Yue, a true fairy teacher, made a decisive battle against the Forbidden Mountain for three days before defeating it.
Rao is so. The girl is still injured and disappeared. After the war, Taifu Guo Yue announced that she would be closed to the domain for alien healing.
Such a terrible person was hiding in Yangzhou city, hiding behind Wei Jue, who was dressed in black. He was cold and thundering, holding a pike in his hand and sweating profusely.
"Guy, who are you, Nangong Xia? No, your star road is different in Nangong summer. Huh? It’s strange that you still practice Buddhism, Taoism, medicine and gas refining. Interesting. It’s just that it’s too low to fix the D room. "
Gui Mu didn’t put the black guard in his eyes, but he was interested in Xu Shao and saw through all the martial arts of Xu Shao at a glance.
"war"
The black guard roared, and a strange bronze halo appeared on the black guard’s body. His muscles rou out and gab gab tore at his body and skyrocketed into a ferocious giant with a height of two meters. The pike in his hand soared by half a foot.
"Military bronze battle song? I really hate kung fu. I killed seventeen black ghosts in the Forbidden City, didn’t I? Kill one more today. "
Although Gui Mu’s state plummeted after being injured five years ago, Wu Zu’s state was different five years ago, but his temperament was still eccentric and arrogant
It is indeed proud that the Great Wu Zu Realm escaped from the hands of the six true immortals and wounded them.
"war war"
Black-clad Wei mouth bursts with thunder and stomps to spit three words of war, each of which makes his momentum soar by one point.
The white light of the forehead hall point shines, and two bronze lights in the eyes stretch out and touch the ground.
Even Xu Shao can feel the vitality of heaven and earth, which makes people tremble to gather in the body of the black guard, and a rou vortex is formed on the head of the black guard, and there are sharp screams.
"Four words? Your talent is good. "Gui Mu finished pointing out the tone of the younger generation, throwing a magic pestle in his hand and pressing" Can stop me? "
Pink hands, red light flashing, a huge handprint appears, and it’s hard to shoot at the black guard, a big handprint, a diseased ghost. A big handprint covers the world, and everything in nature is under control.
When Xu Shao read Buddhist classics, he heard that there was a sand and a world in Buddhism, and Kun said that he could see it with his own eyes today.
The black guard is pale, opens his mouth, sprays a mouthful of JingXie in his hand, and the pike’s facial muscles rou shake ferocious and spit another word.
This shot swept away thousands of troops, taking the morale of generals, combining courage and handsome soul into one, and the peak strength of black guards.
Lance bronze air surging.
This is the soldier’s spirit. The black guard’s predecessor, the black army, killed the soldier’s spirit on the battlefield. At this moment, the black guard is like the god of war possessed by the ancestor, the black army spirit. Now get up.
With Mao in battle, although he died, he regretted that the black army referred to in the royal flag was brave enough to move forward.
The pike, the big handprint, and the two seem to have been shattered. The line of sight is distorted and half of the building in the purlin collapses completely.