Chapter 1502 (1/2)
It took half a month to absorb, and then it took Mingshu another month to integrate his strength into his own.
When Mingshu woke up, it was a month and a half later.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the falling title in front of me.
He blinked his peach blossom eyes, and his fine ciliary feathers, like two small brushes, cast a shadow under his eyelids.
”Little Flower God, why don't you change your shape?”
”No, it's not time.” Mingshu God said a word.
“……”
He chuckled.
He held a leaf in Mingshu's fingers. ”Little Flower God, I find you so funny.”
”You'll find out more later.” Goblin, wait for me! I remember all the previous accounts!
”Is it?” ”I'm looking forward to it.”
Mingshu pulls back her leaves. She goes down to the ground and turns around. It's not far away from the shape. It's just a chance.
However, this product is looking forward to its own shape
It must have been unkind.
Mingshu stretched out a leaf and hugged his head. ”Do you have any quirks when you think of me like this?”
The title of the title is as follows:
Who has eccentricity!
”I raised you for such a long time. If you can't transform yourself, wouldn't you waste so much of me?”
Mingshu hugged him again, ”why did you pull me back? I grew well there.”
After several times of pushing, Mingshu held it over. He could only spread out his hand helplessly and said, ”you look like Special. ”
There are so many flowers in Huagu. She grows the tallest. Who does she pull?
Yeah!
No problem!
”Then you are trying to pull me out.”
“……”
Are not all plants pure varieties?
Why is this flower so delicate?
Still so naughty!
The sight of falling head is low, falling on the black flowers. The pure black petals are as thin as tulle.
Suddenly he reached out.
”What are you doing?”
Mingshu flower branch one side, avoids falls the title hand.
”Can't help but shoot at my lovely flower?”
Falling title seems to be Jiaohua two words to Lei.
You even color has nothing to do with Jiao, OK?
What the hell did she go through, to be like this?!
Drop the title blink Ba an eye, bitterly put down the hand, ”Little Flower God, now but you hold me.”
”What's wrong with me holding you?”
Mingshu is right and strong.
”I'm a flower now. What's wrong with holding you? Can you be pregnant or what? ”
The title of the title is as follows:
You're right. You're right.
Good men don't fight with flowers!
”Half a month later, will you go to the demon feast?”
”What is the demon feast for? Is there anything good to eat? ”
”You say, what do you know besides eating?”
”You can't keep your life. What else do you want to know?” I know you.
The title of the title is as follows:
”The fiend feast is a competition of the demons. There will be some stalls to exchange things. There should be good things.”
Good thing
”Lively?”
”Well...”
It's all fighting. Can't it be lively?
”Go there.” Mingshu's tone is light and brisk.
The corner of his mouth dropped, and the dark light flashed through his eyes.
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demon feast.
It is held every 100 years in Mordor.
It's different from the rules of Xianmen.
A word for the feast of the demons - chaos.
Participants will receive a small sign when they enter the magic capital.
If you want to fight, you can start at any place. If you win, you will take away the small brands. At the end of the statistics, the top 50 people of the small brands will have a final competition.
Those who don't participate will not have such a small brand. If they hang up