Chapter 149 (1/2)

”You're looking for death. I'll tear you into pieces and stew it to see if it smells good or not.”

”Smelly man, how dare you yell at me?”

Ah?

Ivy and Wang mirror look dull. They install dislocated chin, do not want to talk to each other, and throw a bunch of magic to each other.

”Butterfly love flowers, in the world: ice and fire two days.”

A bud breaks through the ground and grows up in the wind. When it comes to light, it turns green. When you see a beautiful woman, it immediately opens a bright flower

Each growth stage, are clearly reflected in front of you, but there is no flaw, can not be destroyed, can not dodge.

The queen of seal looked around in shock. Red flowers and fragrant fragrance were everywhere, which outlined the intoxicating experience.

Ivy was even more shocked. He found a new way of Magic: instant generation, what you see is what you get.

In his eyes, the rose in the sky never existed In fact, there was only a small clump in front of the woman, fooling her vision.

Where she looked, the deceptive flowers came into being. When her eyes are gone, the flower will disappear.

Wang mirror chuckles: a lot of stupid women, the most easily moved by their own.

When you notice this, step on their intelligence. Better girls are waiting for you in the future. That's your opponent.

Ivy quickly moved two steps away. He thought mirror Wang was too dangerous.

Is it just a trick?

Many women, falling into the trap without knowing it, are willing to bury their lives.

The queen of the seal is obviously not included.

She quickly realized the problem and closed her eyes.

However, as she was worried, the red flowers in her eyes did not disappear. They entered her eyelids, and in the darkness, they were the remnants of bright red memories.

”Qingxin mantra, rule: Fairy.”

Sanskrit sounds in all directions reverberate in my mind, like a circle of ripples, smoothing out the confused thoughts.

To the outside, it has formed a huge wave of thrust, tearing up all the spiritual control.

In the middle, where the source is, a bright little fairy rises slowly. She looks forward to the brilliance and is as proud as a Green Peacock.

But soon, she lost her pride.

In that circle of ripples, such as the sea waves of spiritual fluctuations, suddenly dyed red, a circle of ups and downs like a sea of flowers.

The fairy's heart was sinking. She knew that she could not wait for the result to come. She had to change the situation as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too late.

A strong sense of crisis had taken root in her heart, which made her shiver and almost peed her pants.

”Country dog, rule: Fairy.”

Wang Wang, single dogs leap out, they want to trample these flowers like mud, they gallop about, their whole body is pricked by the thorn of rose dripping with blood, their physical strength has been seriously overdrawn, the tongue is long, saliva drip, but no longer have the ability to lick.

With a big wave of the fairy's hand, the last dog flew away, tore off a rose bush, fell to the ground, licked the wound, and moaned.

In the ruins of the garden, the little fairy's chest heaved and heaved, and finally solved the problem.

However, clusters of roses, growing from the corpses of licking dogs, became more and more beautiful.