No wonder when Jun Linyuan mentioned the ghost king of the robe, his disdainful expression, but it turned out to be ... Moao Ghost King could not go out under his hands !!!
In front of her, she was uncertain, and she was completely messy. She had the fate of everyone's fate and ghost king, in front of Jun Linyuan ... I ca n’t go out of three tricks!
Feng Wu is really difficult to digest this shocking news!
"So ... you killed him?" Feng Wu asked weakly.
Jun Linyuan glanced at Feng Wu in a lightly read: "Do you want him to die?"
His Royal Highness pulled his sword in his hand, and he was going to leave.
Feng Wu's heart was stunned, and quickly grabbed Jun Linyuan: "Don't, don't, don't have to ... I have no grievances with him, and he is biased to me later."
The ghost king of the robe does not know. He accidentally eccentricized the phoenix dance, so he kept his life.
Jun Linyuan's beautiful sword eyebrows frowned: "Don't kill?"
"No need to do it, really don't need it, don't use it at all!" Feng Wu's head shook like a wave of waves. She dragged Jun Linyuan, for fear that he was letting himself loose.
But the touch of Feng Wu's heart ... it's really shocking!
The ghost king who can decide their destiny, allows Princess Minglaer, and even the vast number of people.
In the eyes of Jun Linyuan, he is actually a disdain.
Feng Wu feels unfair!
Jun Linyuan is so exclusive to be shocking, it seems that their genius elites ... just like mediocre generations.
It stands to reason that Princess Ming Laer, the vast majority of them are already leaders of the younger generation, but people really can't stand the comparison.
"Unfair, too unfair, Jun Linyuan, your existence is a huge bug!" Feng Wuqi stared at him.
His Royal Highness looked at Feng Wu in doubt, those deep eyes, cold and cold, with the doubts of mortals.
"What about eight?" His Royal Highness frowned.
BUG? Eight?
Puff- ——-
Feng Wu couldn't help laughing, and she waved his hand: "Nothing, I said you are Belle Brother! Very strong and domineering little brother!"
Jun Linyuan slowly glanced at Feng Wu, his two arms, 45 degrees raised in the corner of his mouth, and proudly commented: "Really unpleasant."
Feng Wu: "Cough ... We said to the righteousness, did you hit His Majesty Ghost King, right?"
"That kind of goods, do you call him king? Her Majesty?" Jun Linyuan looked at Feng Wu from looking at an idiot's eyes, "Are you a pig?!"
Feng Wu: "Hey, you, you ... Okay, anyway, it's a ghost in Mohe ... Are you hitting the ghost ghost, right?"
"Well." This name is almost the same.
Feng Wu: "When did you play him?"
Jun Linyuan: "Before a minute before."
Feng Wu: "Why didn't I hear the movement?"
Jun Linyuan glanced at Feng Wu: "Need to emit movement?"
Feng Wu: "Good, good, you are strong, you are so powerful ... Then after hitting a robe ghost ... After the little ghost, did you also hit the white fairy?"
Jun Linyuan: "An old woman wearing a white skirt floating around?"
Old woman?! Cough cough ...
Feng Wu was almost stuck.
At the age of the white fairy, she is really too young, but the poisonous tongue of Jun Linyuan is too polite!