Although Dongfang Ziyun is studying the potion, there are basic cultivation. After 20 years of cultivation, it is now the four -star of the Lingwang Realm!
What pressure can the other party be a school student?
Of course, there is probably only the oriental girl herself so optimistic.
No one knows how Fengwu moved. When everyone noticed, she saw her hand and had held Dongfang Ziyun's soft sword sword handle!
Oriental girl was completely frightened by the operation of Feng Wu!
She thought she was very good at Fengwu, and she actually held herself backhand?!
Zhu Hongyu on the side was shocked!
He exclaimed: "Stop your hand!"
But it's too late.
Feng Wu held the Oriental Purple Rhyme hilt, took her hand, and used her sword to pass through her throat!
It's like Dongfang Ziyun himself ... leading his neck!
"sky!"
"No!"
"stop!"
Feng Wu has already retreated, but the throat of Oriental Ziyun sprays a layer of mist -like blood.
Everyone looked at the red skirt girl in front of her!
Her operation is too savvy!
This is the only emperor in Wuchao Castle, level, medicine, teacher, ah!
Zhu Hongyu's frightened heart stops.
He flew to the Oriental purple rhyme and hugged her: "Ziyun, Ziyun, how are you?! What about you?!"
Dongfang Ziyun's neck has been spraying blood, puff, very scary!
Zhu Hongyu looked up, staring at Feng Wu's eyes: "Are you crazy?!"
"Do you know, she is the only imperial pharmacist in Wuchao Castle?!"
"Do you know, she is the niece of the elders of the East?!"
"If she has any three long or two shorts, I tell you, you are dead!"
"If she's okay, I tell you, you are dead too!"
After Zhu Hongyu threatened the Feng dance, he left with the oriental girl quickly.