Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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With Ye Ling and Tang Sanshao running away, Nai He Bridge dissipated slowly.

Then, the city without tears, gradually transformed into nothingness, and no one knows. When it arrives, it will not know which year or month it will be.

Good drama ended, monks from the Quartet also retreated.

The expressions of the world are full of meanings. Really, every time a city without tears comes down, there are surprises every time. There are always people who can open the blood to continue the boundaries. This time, Tang Sanshao is less than Ye Chen and Tian Yao , But also more urine, easily passed the barrier.

When it comes to Ye Chen, too many people are quite sorry.

This time, they ran all the way, but not only looked at the city without tears, but also wanted to see the honor of the Eucharist. However, until the city without tears disappeared, Ye Chen did not appear.

The huge starry sky gradually became empty and quiet.

This side is quiet, but the other side is very lively. Tang Sanshao escaped into a dead ancient star, but was caught by Ye Linger, and fell to the ground, a good meal.

The screams were loud.

The picture is also bloody.

I do not know when Ye Ling stopped, the iron bars in his hands were broken.

At this point, Ye Ling wants to have another one.

Look at the three masters of the Tang family, like a dead pig, lying on the ground with a few pulls, and still squirming from time to time. The swollen body is about to be beaten, or it is said to be the Eucharist My daughter, she was fierce and she was beating to death.

"Pretend to die, get me up." Ye Ling kicked angrily.

Not to mention, the little black fat man really got up, Ye Ling was able to fight, but he resisted, and the twisted body was restored to normal, and a nosebleed was applied, just like all right people, rubbing Black hands, cheerfully gathered up, the thief was owed.

It is worth mentioning that his two rows of teeth are not ordinary white, um ... maybe, it is because he grows too dark, and the teeth set against him are very white, which is a sharp contrast.

"Smile, you can still laugh." Ye Lingqi frowned at San Shao's ears.

"Compensation, I will compensate you." San Shao grinned in pain.

"It's still like a word of man." Ye Linger didn't feel good, and finally let go, and his little hand waved, and dragged away Tang Sanshao's storage bag. "Baby, it's all mine."

"It's okay for you, let's have a break." Tang Sanshao laughed and eagerly tried, "We work **** the bed for ten days and a half months, no problem."

Ye Ling didn't say a word, just squinted, scanning the little black fat man up and down, especially in Tang Sanshao's pants. The crotch stopped for a second more. I thought to myself that if I kicked my feet, I felt sour, and then the pig-screaming scream was mostly pleasant.

Tang Sanshao's whole body was unnatural, and more accurately, he was chilly.

Subconsciously, he covered his pants. Crotch, this is a treasure, but it cannot be taken away by Ye Ling and stewed. In the second half of my life, I pointed at it and lost it. It was eunuch.

"Today, it is destined to have a bumper harvest." Suddenly, a loud smile filled with nothingness.

When the words didn't fall, I saw the sky above. I transformed four figures, all covered in black robes. Although they tried their best to cover the source, it was difficult to hide one or two traces.

"Hong Huang." San Sha suddenly changed color, stepped out, and blocked Ye Ling.

Even Ye Ling, who was afraid of the chaos in the world, looked dignified.

"I'll delay for a while, you take advantage of this opportunity," Tang Sanshao said.

"I'm really moved by the plot?"

"If we are lucky enough to survive, would you please let me sleep for one night."

"There is still a mood ** me, find it!"

"Ye Chen's daughter was born as a real Peugeot." When the two live treasures were amused, they stood in the Eastern Honghuang Dasheng, smirked, licked the scarlet tongue, the white teeth were exposed, a pair of scarlet eyes, glowing green Senguang is like a ghost.

Tang Sanshao has scooped up the guy and wants to open the blood to continue the limit.

At this moment, he is no longer playing tricks, more like a man with an iron skeleton, at least until this moment, he still kept Ye Ling behind him, ready to work hard.

"Bullying both of us is a skill," Ye Ling snorted.

"Ye Chen is a tortoise with a shrinking head. He caught you, and he will show up." Standing in the north of the Great Flood and Desolation, the laughter is even more gloomy. His neck seems to be very uncomfortable. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his expression is pleasant, and the laughter is quite fun.

"It's like twisting your neck like that, let you twist it enough." A faint utterance resounded through the sky, cold and dull, like a king, condemning the people.

"Who?" Honghuang Dasheng drank suddenly.

Of course, what responded to him was a sword light, as fast as lightning.

puff!

The blood was thin and dazzling at once, and the head of the Great Flood and the Holy Saint was beheaded in an instant, and even the original body of the **** was extinguished. When the head fell, he looked at the side unbelievably. When he arrived, he all I didn't see who was doing it. He was a grand holy sacred sacred prince, but it was instantaneous. If it was passed on, it would not be laughed off.

The picture was too bloody, and Tang Sansha could not help but swallow.

An instant holy desolate saint, how holy this is!

Ye Ling is more calm than others. For three years in the womb, she has seen Ye Chen slaughter the emperor's body. In his eyes, only her father, Ye Chen, is really powerful.

"Who, get out." The other three holy holy angers have been combined into one place. The other party can instantly kill the holy holy, most of which is a quasi-prince, but can't be taken lightly.

The space was distorted for a while, Ye Chen slowly walked out, still wearing a cape, could not see his face, and came out together with Ji Ningshuang, Su Sha covered his face, and Ye Chen, one south and one north, blocked the three Great Floods, In Xutian, it looks like he is ready to die.

"Wait, who is it?" Honghuang Dasheng hissed, but went down in cold sweat.

Ye Chen ignored it, and stepped down and disappeared and reappeared. He was already in front of the great saint, with a palm full of scriptures, blessing the power of the quasi-empire, and exploded his head.

Regardless of the order, the third Great Honghuang was sacrificed by Ji Ningshuang with one finger.

Four great holy deities, three were destroyed, and the fourth was horrified and left.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get away, and was sent directly to Huang Quan by the nine-in-one god.

Now, heaven and earth are at peace.

Below, Tang Sanshao's half-opened mouth has not been closed for a long time, and the four priests of the level of flood and barrenness, just a few face-to-face, were destroyed by the regiment. Just looking at them felt irritating.

Ye Ling, though, looked a little at a loss, and always felt that the two were very familiar.

"Thank you for helping me." Tang Sanshao arched his hand, and he still knew how to be polite.

Ye Chen fell, ignoring Xiaohei fat, only looking at Ye Ling, "Girl, I miss my father."

Talking, Ye Chen took off his cloak, and also veiled the cover-up method, revealing his loving father's smile.

Ye Lingjiao's body shivered and looked at Ye Chen's face tremblingly, exactly as she remembered in her childhood, the wonderful feeling that blood was thicker than water. At the moment, it filled her heart.

For a time, her eyes were filled with water mist, condensed into frost, gushing out of her eyes, and she couldn't stop. For 170 years, she had not seen her father for 170 years. When Ye Chen left Yunvfeng, she was just a two or three year old baby.

"You know how to come back." Ye Ling dropped his eyes and wept with tears, very grieved.

"Father's fault." Ye Chen smiled gently, wiping away her daughter's tears gently.

At this moment, Ye Ling couldn't help but fell over Ye Chen's arms, as a child, crying like a teardrop, for many years, the father's arms are the warmest.

"Is this my Eucharist?" Tang Sanshao muttered, **** his lips, looking and looking, for some reason, I always felt that the person in front of me seemed to have seen it.

Ye Ling was still crying, and her tears were wet on Ye Chen's chest.

When she cried, Tang Sanshao also had a bit of a sore nose, and wanted to come up and give him a warm hug. The embarrassing thing was that he took a lap and didn't know where to start.

In desperation, he turned to Ji Ningshuang, and two tears were squeezed out, ready to give Ji Ningshuang a hug, at least with a sensational picture, at least a beauty.

"Little fat, right?" Ji Ningshuang said lightly.

"I ... I didn't think about hugging." Tang Sanshao grinned and felt chilly. The woman in front of him was not a mess, even Dasheng could not wait for a second.

At this moment, Ye Ling had got up from Ye Chen's arms, and opened the eyes of Tang Sanshao, tearful eyes, only looking at Ji Ningshuang, because the voice of Ji Ningshuang's words was quite similar to one in her memory, very gentle and pleasant, Throughout 170 years, I still remember clearly, and Ji Ningshuang's beautiful eyes, as familiar as in memory.

Ji Ningshuang smiled softly, covering the gauze on her cheeks, slowly dissipating.

"You ..." Ye Linger's eyes widened, unbelievable. Previously, it was only speculation. At this moment, she was really sure. The woman in front of her was Ji Ningshuang, Xiao Yefan's mother, and her mother. She used to tell her stories in the next month. When she was still at night, she stroked her little face and coaxed her to sleep peacefully.

But she couldn't believe her eyes.

At that time, when Ji Ningshuang was gone, she was only two or three years old. She didn't know that one was leaving. It was farewell. When she grew up, she didn't know that Ji Ningshuang was dead. Now, I see Ji Ningshuang living in front of her. How dare she believe that gentleness Mother, are you back?

"Linger, miss me." Ji Ningshuang smiled, still so gentle.

"Jiu Niang." Ye Ling choked and stepped forward, flinging Ji Ningshuang's arms.

This time, she no longer suppressed, and finally cried out, thinking that Ji Ningshuang had died long ago, but she never thought about it, but she still lived in the world. This surprise came to her by surprise. For 170 years, she missed her father. , Also thinking about this mother-in-law.

"Jiu Niang?" Ye Chen raised her eyebrows, and then touched her chin. She couldn't help whispering, wondering what standard his baby daughter gave to Ji Ningshuang.

Could it be a bust?

Why not say that this father is not reliable? Such a sensational picture, actually thinking about such a ridiculous question, but also bust, how rich is your imagination?

"Is the mysterious East God dead?" Tang Sanshao on the one side, aggressive with one face, was sure to read it right. Yaochi's immortal appearance has already spread throughout the world, and he is also fortunate. I've seen it, this one in front is much more beautiful than the portrait.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Ye Chen again, secretly saying that this old man is walking! After so many beautiful girls, and the young man is so handsome, no one is rare.

"This little fat man, what did he grow up to eat? It ’s so dark." Yang Xuan and Shangguan Zhuo left and right, chopped in Dingkou, looked at San Shao with a stunned tongue, and did n’t know without looking carefully. This is a person. The dark is so touching. I have never seen such a dark one.

At this moment, even Yang Lan looked up at his head and looked at Tang Sanshao curiously.

In her eyes, it seems that this **** man is also an individual?