Chapter 1170: (1/2)

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The king went straight into the rut, and did not take herself as an outsider. Outside the car, the purple brow could not help but wrinkle.

The surrounding realm of the land, apparently because of the sudden change of the king's daughter, and a slight glimpse, immediately, there was a worry on their faces.

Into the sable of the sable, the prince is not the opponent of the sable, once they have something bad, they are afraid that they can not explain to the royal family.

In the air, the virtual realm looked at Zi Yan and said: ”The sword monument was handed over to me by an old friend before returning to the Mozu. He said that you must come back and ask for it.”

Looking up at the emptiness of the Mozu, Zi Yan said: ”I guessed that you are very extraordinary, but I did not expect you to be a virtual reality.”

The other party's sable has seen it many times. He has always followed the king girl. Ziyan guessed that the other party was a land element, but did not expect the other party to be a virtual world.

”The virtual world.” The middle-aged Mozu heard it and suddenly laughed and said: ”Purple, the demon is stronger than you think.”

Zi Yan looked at each other inexplicably.

The middle-aged Mozu smiled and pointed a finger at the purple sable. One finger fell, and the purple scorpion suddenly felt a mysterious force to add, and his body could not move.

At the same time, on his head, the thunderous robbery with him disappeared.

At this moment, the purple scorpion can't move, like a lamb that is tied to slaughter.

His expression fluctuated and he looked at the middle-aged demon with shock.

The middle-aged Mozu smiled and said: ”You can rest assured that I have not shot before, and naturally I will not deal with you now.”

Ziyan’s action was restored to freedom. Looking at the middle-aged Mozu, he walked into the rut, and then his indifferent voice sounded, “Go.”

The old cow taboos a glance at the middle-aged Mozu, and his body is vacant, pulling the rut to go to the human area.

”Adult, why don't you take this opportunity to kill the purple sable.” Zi Yan left, a land Yuan Gong respectfully asked.

The middle-aged Mozu swept the other side and faintly said: ”If the purple cic is so good to kill, it will not live to the present.”

”What do you do now, the king is in the rut, if halfway through the sable to the king?”

”Reassured, he doesn't have this courage.”

The middle-aged Mozu looked at the place where the rut disappeared, and muttered: ”In just a thousand years, it has grown to such a degree. This potential is terrible. It must be the enemy of my demon in the future, but I don't understand. Why not kill him.”

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In the rut, I just had to set the purple and the dead king, but at the moment it is like a friend, sitting side by side with Zi Yan.

It was the location of the original Su Mengyao, very close to the purple sable, in the not-so-thick rut, floating the unique body fragrance of the king.

The purple scorpion is making tea, and the movement is natural and casual. It is impossible to see that there has just been a battle, and his mood is peaceful, not moving in the car.

The king looked at the purple scent that focused on tea and said: ”It seems that this millennium, your days have been good.”

The sable did not respond immediately until the tea was brewed. He poured two cups and handed it to the virgin. This said: ”The real tea ceremony is in the mortal world. This is my biggest harvest in the millennium.”

Among the ruts, the tea is overflowing, and the purple scent is deeply intoxicated. It is like a tea-lover, even if it is a king who does not understand the tea ceremony, at the moment, after smelling the tea, I feel calm.

With her eyesight, it is natural to see that this is just a cup of ineffective tea, but it can make her feel calm, and her eyes immediately have a strange color.

Zi Yan said: ”In our eyes, this is just ordinary tea, but in the mortal world, this is the world's top tea, which I found in a small country, this tea can be collected once in five years, and as long as The most tender part, after the speculation is called the best...”

Listening to Zi Yan’s talk about the tea ceremony, the girl’s frown was slightly wrinkled. This tea made her comfortable, but she didn’t want to hear it.

”You entered the WTO for a thousand years, just to find the rules. Now that it has reappeared, it should be a good harvest. What rules do you realize?” Wang asked the woman.

Zi Yan shook his head and said: ”One of the teas is profound and profound. If you go deep into it, you will find the extent of the vastness of the sea. It is no less than practice, and tea can actually produce rules.”