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Chapter 793: Truth! Truth! (2)
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Nympho
The sound of kneeling sounded, and all the soldiers of the blade of the sky picked the robe knees without exception. These brutal training facing Xiao Yao had never frowned.
, Nothing is tears in my eyes.
The golden -wing tigers who can't look at each other usually feel the heartache of their own masters, one by one, and the eyes are exposed.
Lian Dong was crying, and his heart was full of pain, and he cried in the arms of Yusheng.
"Unfair, why is this this, God's injustice ..."
Ya Sheng was speechless, just holding her shoulders, thinking that the man taught him to teach him to teach him to brush his teeth ... I felt like a tearing pain in my heart.
Angle, he shouted in the sky.
The low sorrow spread, and the entire side of the river bank echoed quietly.
Infected by his emotions, within a hundred miles, the beasts shed tears.
Everyone, those who were still being reduced to Xiao Yao before, and those who saw the appearing of the Buddha bell still lamenting the decent people who were still lamenting. At this moment, they were full of sadness.
In the distance, Wushuang slid back his horse back weakly, rushed across the fire, rushed into the crowd, and saw the silver hair on the shore.
A person around him asked, "Xiao Yao, where is she?!"
Qiuyang looked at him with a side face, and a pair of eyebrows frowned tightly. "She ... was taken away by the heavenly Buddha bell!"
Heart, drama shock.
Without a pair of bodies, if it wasn't for Qiuyang's real eyes, he quickly helped him, and he would almost fall to the ground.
"Why?!"
He murmured.
"This, only God knows!" Qiuyang's real tone was deep.
Finally, the dean stood up and hugged the thoughts in his arms. He stood on the ruins and looked around everyone.
"What kind of compassion is, what kind of magic Wei Dao, you and you have no heart!"
His face was full of anger, full of anger and pain in these three sentences, his face looked at the thoughts in his arms, the dean's eyes were full of compassion, and he sighed long and sighed.
Then, then
Then, step forward.
His people have come into the void, and the right foot is raised again. He has disappeared in place with his thoughts.
Qiuyang's real person sighed, "The people of Taoism, clean up the corpses of the ancestors, go back with me!"
He took the lead, and suddenly the factions of each door began to clean up his disciples' heads, and then left. The noble master waved his hand, and the disciples behind him were also put into the work of treatment.
Only the blade of the sky, kneeling down, silent.
Night twilight, silently coming.
The fire in the Lingyun Temple is still burning, but it has turned from the previous roots to a small flame, and more places are scorching smoke.
Complete, it has become a complete past.
Xu Huang slowly stood upright legs that had been kneeling, "The blade of the sky, listened to the order!"
"Here!" Everyone responded.
"Organize the garbage and build a tomb for the son!" Xu Huang said sinking.
"Yes!" Everyone got up, and couldn't care about skin and sore legs, rushed over, stepped on the fragments of the Buddha statue, and threw the remnant on the ground into the river.
There is no Buddha in their hearts. If you ask them about their faith, it is their son.
No matter she lives or dies, she will always be the person they respect the most!