Feng Wu stared at the ghost king of the ink robe for a moment!
She bets his hobby of watching the drama!
Surrounded by silence ...
Fengxun stared at the hands of the ghost king of the robe, and was always worried that the ghost king of the robe was pinched.
And Feng Wu stared at the ghost king of the robe!
On the thin face of the ghost king of the robe, Shen Ning is like a tiger and wolf, and the pride is like an emperor!
He tightened his brows!
Air, solidify for a while!
Feng Wu's heart was stunned!
suddenly--
"Hahaha, hahahahaha-"
There was a burst of crazy laughter in the mouth of the ghost king!
"Hahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha ..." The ghost king of Moqiao laughed back and backwards.
Feng Wu's original heart was finally put down halfway.
She was gambling right.
really--
Her Majesty, who was holding her throat, raised her hands and patted her slim and thin shoulders, and laughed: "Little girl, I did not expect you to have the talent of telling the story.
"I originally wanted to pinch you, do you know why?" The ghost king of Moa robes stared at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu: "... Because I met with the fairy in white."
The ghost king of Moa robes glanced at Feng Wu again; "Yes, because you get her recognition, this king hates you naturally!"
The ghost king of the Moa robe was cold, with a sharp momentum, not angry and self -confidence.
"Hahaha, but your girl is really interesting, no wonder she treats you with another eye, pretty good, what you said, the king thinks that he can try it."
The ghost king of the robe originally killed the strange eyes. At this moment, there was an appreciation. He stared at Feng Wu and said slowly: "This second level, the title is very simple. From this million pieces of four -leaf flower, find a flower.
Three -leaf flower- ""
The ghost king of the Main robe pointed at the heart that swelled to the bowl -like heart under the tree: "Before it exploded."
"If you can find it, the next level, the king still tells you the title." Then, the wigga ghost king figure rubbed his daughter's head and rubbed the hair on the top of Feng Wu's head, and his figure disappeared.
All around ... a silence.
No one knows that there will be such a change in such a peak.
"The ghost king ... just let the phoenix dance?"
"Ghost King ... Tell Fengwu's topic like this?"
"Ghost King ... What about rubbing Feng Wu's head when he left?"
Nympho
Feng Yi, Feng Sang and Dugu Mo Mo, these three people look at me, I look at you, I can't speak for a while.
Feng Xun finally reacted, watching the phoenix dance falling from the air, he dragged Feng Wu's hand excitedly: "Little dance and small dance, is the ghost king of ink robes help us?!"
Feng Wu is not so optimistic.
She shook her head and said, "If there is no wrong guess, there is no task prompt, this should be the difficulty of death, and the difficulty of hell should have task prompts."
Feng Xun's eyes widened, very angry: "You mean, the ghost king of the robe was pitted before us?"
Feng Wu spreads hands: "Even if he really pit us, do you have a way?"
Fengxun: "..."
Because this is the site of the ghost king of ink robes, everything is the calculation, and the wind is really there. There is no way.
"Fortunately, at least from the perspective of neutrality, he gave us a chance to compete." Feng Wu seriously said.
Dugi Momo: "Where is fair? We are still in hell -level difficulty, or less time ..."