Horse Monkey Roast, Transforms

Author: Jinshu pictures

Horse Monkey Roast, Transforms

"The knife is down on your head, of course you are not in a hurry!"

Wen Ning hit the sickle and retreat, and the dagger in his hand was scrapped again.

"Next is your round, Song Yan."

Wen Ning retired and gave the stage to Song Yan.

The sickle strangely picked up the sickle and looked at the two.

It waved the sickle and flew forward.

Song Yan's sword resisted, the collision of the sickle and the copper coin sword made a snoring sound.

Black smoke rises, and it is over the sky.

"His ~"

Song Yan's shaking arm was numb.

The sickle was weird, but he stretched out his tongue and licked Song Yan.

"nausea!"

Song Yan wiped the sickle and wiped his cheeks for ten steps backwards. The sticky touch on his hands reminded him to be thin and thin.

"You are sick!"

He yelled at the sickle.

The sickle was blame, and his smile rushed to Wen Ling. "The man's skin is thick and thick, and the little girl who eats fine skin and tender meat is okay!"

The knife was passing, and Wen Ling avoided the hair from the hair in time to be separated.

The broken hair fell to the ground, and Wen Ling's eyes were getting cold, "Sorry, I refused to step on one hand !!!"

She took out the skill card and erected in front of her, and the sickle hit straight up.

"I have eaten more people than the cards you have used, I won't look at you with cards stupidly."

The sickle waved, the strong light burst out, and it was shot to fly ten meters away.

Hurricanes centered on Wen Lemon spread to four weeks. Her Ushi's long hair was scattered, her eyes were chilling.

"Hey, guy, what is this operation?"

The warm dog egg was holding two branches in front of the eyes, and the fart fart came to Song Yan, and the curiosity could not stop.

Song Yan left a sentence, "I don't know, maybe it may be big!" Then he immediately stopped in front of Wen Ning and took the spiciest. This blow.

Wen Ning's card battle is too large, and the loading speed is too slow.

Song Yan had to serve as a tank to attract the scandal power, preventing Wen Lingzhong from collapse.

The Make -up box of Wen Ling's hand in the hurricane hand has become the same as the width of the feet and the room, and the right hand is cast on the makeup box.

Demon transforms! "

Her hair was blown up by the wind, and with the shouting, the halo was attached.

When Song Yan heard this sentence, he was almost cut into brain sons by the sickle.

Wen Ling's elegant tiptoe jumping into the air, a word of horse.

The sickle has never seen such card skills, throwing the sickle and smashing into Song Yan, turning into a black mist rushing towards Wen Ling, and a move to hit the west.

The purple silk ribbon is wrapped around Wen Ling. Every time you change it, you will be equipped with the corresponding BGM. The girl's heart is full.

Song Yan avoided the sickle attack to see Wen Ling, who was still transformed, and said secretly: No!

The sickle was flying up, it reached back, and the sickle that was entangled with Song Yan flew towards it.

"Go to death!"

The sickle was split, and Wen Ning happened to open his eyes.

"It's over, it's over!"

Warm dog eggs quickly closed their eyes, dare not watch this bloody scene.

Song Yan exclaimed, "No-"

Along with the dazzling bright sickle, it is strange to fly for ten meters.

"Want ... oh?"

Song Yan's sad face instantly became funny.

The strong light gradually dispersed, the dark purple skirt danced with the wind, and the bow on the chest was so dazzling.

"Little girl, you ... it's okay ... right?"

The strong light dissipated, and the warm dog eggs lost the two branches in front of the eyes and wept. When seeing the wenmo standing in the same place, the tone is like a roller coaster turning down.

"What can you do?"

Wen Ning is confident, "I feel full of strength now!"

She smiled with a teeth, and she was flashing.

Song Yan covered his eyes immediately and shouted loudly, "Ah, my eyes! My eyes! It hurts!"

The warm dog egg is the place, "God, if my fortune -telling is guilty, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me see this picture!"

Wen Ling frowned, "What's wrong?"

Speaking of half, Wen Ning was stunned.

What about her cool sound like spring water?

What is this rude tone?

When Wen Ling reached out and touched his neck, his pupils contracted.

Wait, why would she have a throat, and she was so protruding?

Suddenly, she felt that her neck was cool, and she took a shot, just like a thunderbolt.

Seeking bean sack, what about my hair?

What about my softening, darkness, and waist!

And my hand.

Wen Ling's eyebrows looked twice as big as usual, and the muscles with a arm, she couldn't help but go backwards.

No wonder she feels full of strength.

It turns out ... it turns out ...

She is read by the little demon fairy into a mantra, and the style goes on the style of "Monkey Roast".

Winnum and sand carving the brain overload, stop thinking.

The beaten sickle rose from the ground, and saw Wen Ling changed from a woman to a man. Its dead people's blue -gray face actually had other colors.

It immediately pokes his eyes, and his anger is born.

"Go to death, shemale!"

"Those who spicy my eyes will die!"

The sickle has no eyes, but this is not important. It is just decorative, it is popular, it is popular.

The sickle came from, and Wen Ning summoned the black demon fairy magazine -Xiao Tiqin.

The magic weapon is indeed a magic weapon. A musical instrument can resist the sickle at the same time.

She looked down at the sickle and fell into the sickle, and she smashed the violin and smashed it.

The collision between magic and spirituality.

Bags with fist -sized bags on the weird spirit.

"Actually hit it?"

"Actually hit it?!"

The two sounds sounded at the same time.

The sickle was weird and Wen Ning looked at each other, and one person was separated at the same time.

"My obedient!"

Eating melon No. 1 warm dog eggs are amazed by watching this person's strange confrontation.

Eat Melon No. 2 Song Yan: "Direct Duel of Phantom City Tower."

The two looked at each other, the warm dog egg smiled suddenly, and the smile was a wretched.
To be continued...