In the eternal green sky scroll, the sky is getting lower and lower, and it seems to want to suppress Zhao Wujiang.

And Zhao Wujiang under the vast sky has nowhere to hide, there is nowhere to hide.

Lu Xiaojin sneered, she just needed to avoid the last counterattack of Zhao Tao.

Zhao Wujiang continued to fly, and the space of four weeks collapsed. He was like a sparrow in the rain, and he was helpless.

"Well!"

The heavens and the earth are compressed into an invisible rope, and Zhao Wujiang is bound.

Zhao Wujiang fell on the grass and struggled desperately, such as a white worm, a pupae to pupa.

Lu Xiaojin stepped on the grass with his feet, and the lotus step came, a jade foot stepped on Zhao Wujiang, humming:

"How much do you think of you, that's it?"

"I don't accept it!" Zhao Wujiang was stable. Since struggling is useless, find another law.

In fact, it is not useless to struggle. As long as he is willing to be seriously injured, and some of the demon in the body, he should be able to break away, but this is the last hand that is used when the situation is helpless.

The situation is not so bad now.

"What are you dissatisfied with? I will go more with Lu Xiaojin's men." Lu Xiaojin kicked Zhao Wujiang.

"I still have a bunch of powerful moves without exhibition, so you use the magic weapon to restrain me!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes turned:

"I originally thought you would have a powerful and fair discussion with me. I didn't expect ...

Alas, you let me down! "

He wanted to define this battle, not to discuss, not to kill.

The nature is different, and things will be different.

"Huh, from your sneak attack on me, it's not a discussion." Lu Xiaojin squatted down, groped on Zhao Wujiang, took out his storage bag, and wanted to open it.

"I have kindly reminded you in the front, twice." Zhao Wujiang moved his body, arched and arched.

"I don't need you to remind you." Lu Xiaojin used Xiu to open a storage bag and found that it could not be opened at all.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes turned, and the eyes were all in the depths of cunning:

"Since you don't need me to remind me, then I did not remind that finger, is it a sneak attack?

Do you need to remind you? "

Lu Xiaojin stunned, at first glance, it seemed like that.

Soon she was so angry that Yuzu kicked Zhao Wujiang:

"Open the storage bag, maybe I will spare you for your life."

"Don't open." Zhao Wujiang was full of bones, and then muttered.

"What?" Lu Xiaojin was puzzled, what did Zhao Yiyu murmur?

Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth again and muttered.

"It's a man, just say, is he scolding me?" Lu Xiaojin dragged Zhao Wujiang's collar.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Lu Xiaojin with a dodge, gone his face on his side, and muttered again.

Lu Xiaojin became heavier and heavier. Zhao's eyes made her a little uncomfortable, and there seemed to be sighing.

"Say!" Lu Xiaojin shaking Zhao Wujiang.

"I can't tell!" Zhao Wujiang seemed to be shameful and yelled loudly.

Then he whispered softly, the voice was dim.

Lu Xiaojin's head was closer, and she wanted to hear what she said. In her guess, Zhao Dewa lived without opening the storage bag.

Zhao Wujiang suddenly raised a carp, and he took a sip on Lu Xiaojin's pink and fragrant face, and then he lay on the grass straight, like a corpse.

It doesn't matter, there is a feeling that I want to kill and follow you. My wish has achieved it.

Lu Xiaojin's face was dull, and she rubbed her face blankly.

Soon she returned to God and shouted:

"You are dead!"

But she hit Zhao Wujiang's straight eyes, and those eyes were deep and tenderly like water.

Her eyes suddenly trembled, somehow stepped back.

Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes and looked at the sky, his face affectionately:

"Actually, I can die in your hands, and I have no regrets.

Since practicing all the way, I have been born and died, and I have been living.

But I still lose, no matter how you practice, you can't catch up with you.

Maybe one day, I will die in the hands of others, but now it is better to die in your hands.
Chapter completed!