Chapter 272： Underfilled (2) (1/2)

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The monsoon smoke holds a half-cut sword, smiles and looks pale, and the horror of the seasons, a casual step back, with the tip of the broken sword from the shoulders of the season, picked up the one that I did not know when She is defensive in the seasons...

The seasons are wearing a pair of eyes, gasping for a big mouth, looking at the eyes of the monsoon smoke, no longer hate as before, but presents a fear of almost horror.

The rest of the study was also stupid, and the monsoon smoke was too fast, and there was no time for them to respond at all.

At the moment of the talent, they almost agreed that the season will definitely die!

In the midst of everyone's horror, the lips of the monsoon smoke still hang on the smile, and she reached out and took the defensive hand back, then her eyes swept over the shocked people.

”Wind...fengyan, you...” Ji Mubai’s face is also somewhat abnormal. When looking at the monsoon smoke, his eyes are full of complexity.

The sword in the hands of the monsoon smoke is pulled out from his waist, but... he has no chance to stop it. When he realizes that the monsoon smoke moves, the monsoon smoke has already held the sword in his hand. .

”What are you doing!” The quarterly emirate, which has been calm and steady, sighed low, and a pair of swords and eyebrows wrinkled, and the gaze of anger turned to the monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoked his head and looked at the quarters, but he ignored his questioning. Instead, she continued to look at the soft seasons and squinted her eyes: ”The season is like if the defensive is fake.” Now, your head is already blooming.”

The monsoon smoke said, while making a ”flowering” gesture in front of the season.