But the words have been put out, and it is impossible to take it back. It can only be on the scalp.
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Kyoto, Fantasy League.
Fujiwara stood in the empty hall, looking up at the huge ancient nanmu beam above her head. The golden word engraved on the beam, killing people is an art.
The ancient wind family is always killing because of this sentence, which makes the brutal curse clinging to the head of each generation of Feng family men.
Forty years old, in the long history of the family family, no man in the wind family lived 40 years old.
Because of this, she is the only elder who has survived by the Feng family now that she is so eager for the advent of a small life. Because of this, she will be fainted because of Xia Yuyi's small production.
"Lady, do you want to see the elders in the hall?" I went to Fujiwara to walk to Fujiwara, and asked.
Fujiwara retained his sight from the beam, slowly walked to the corridor under the eaves, looked at the blue sky of Gao Yuan, and replied: "No, I think, I am coming back!"
"Old lady," at this time, a young man in sword -dresses came over and whispered, "There is a lady Xia Yu Orange ..."
"Hurry up, please come in!" At the moment he heard the name of Xia Yue Orange, the heart of Fujiwara had been hanging on the ground, and finally landed down.
With a footsteps, Fujiwara, who was standing in the corridor, saw a long hair, wearing a black wool woolen coat, and Xia Yu Orange, which was surrounded by a beige lattice scarf around his neck.
Her abdomen was already obvious, and her feet were a pair of black flat boots.
Perhaps because of the second trimester, she usually made a sharp chin, and it seemed a bit more rounded at this time.
"Grandma, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?" Xia Yu Orange didn't approach Fujiwara, but the eagerness that was full of eyes could not be hidden.
Fujiwara looked at her belly, her eyes were warm, and she was kind. She didn't need to ask how Xia Yu Orange came from, and she would know her grandson with her.
She knows that her grandson is definitely the strongest.
"The complexion is not bad, have you been here?" Fujiwara's eyes, Xia Yu's white face, asked with a smile.
Xia Yu Orange looked around and shook his head: "No!"
She came here for the first time. I came to this place where she was very mysterious, fantasy!
"Here, there is a sacrifice hall, and there is a secret room behind, where the most sacred place in the fantasy alliance." Said Fujiwara.
"I know, I talked to me!"
"Really?" Fujiwara nodded with a smile. The eyes of the two women had a meeting, and almost both were in the heart.
Suddenly, there was a voice outside the hall: "Adult ..."
Immediately afterwards, it seemed a little messy footsteps.
Fujiwara is facing the entrance to the lobby, so the mild expression was still cold in the last second. This second is already cold.
As the footsteps approached, Xia Yu Orange also turned back, and at a glance, he saw the count slowly walking here.
"Why are you here?" I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Xia Yanyan's count.
He turned his head in surprise, and his eyes touched the cold cold in the eyes of Fujiwara.