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In the face of the threat of Hong Mengzi, it must be hated and anxious.

"Hong Mengzi, don't think that I can't help you, do you believe it or not, I will tell Luo Zhen all the truth immediately?"

Hong Mengzi stared at Shou Fangfang, with a light smile on his face.

"You can try it. If she knows the truth of the year, believe it or not, the first thing she will not forgive is you."

The singer's body was shocked and he let out his hand.

"You are a demon!"

"This demon is also created by you. Sumi, if I were you, I will always keep this secret until the day of death."

Hong Mengzi snorted.

"I will not care about the matter of the soul of the soul. I ask you, what is my Biyun **** umbrella?"

Ms. Fang Xianxian remembered that she was humiliated at Baibao Mountain Villa and took out the umbrella of Biyun and threw it in front of Hongmeng.

In those days, in order to appease Luo Yan Fang Xian, Sui Fangxian chose to cooperate with Hong Mengzi.

The two were originally considered to be rivals, but they were forced to cooperate because of a certain secret.

Although he does not like Hong Mengzi, he must be admitted that Mi Fangzi is a wonderful wizard.

He is quite accomplished in medicine, alchemy and even in refining, and even Fu is also proficient.

If it is because of the jade hand poisonous and Jiuzhou Ding, Hong Mengzi is likely to become too illusory, and there is another enchanting level in the realm of the gods.

He and Hong Mengzi, now a grasshopper on the straw, can only be safe if they choose to cooperate.

Since Hong Mengzi missed the selection of the Eight Great Fangxians in the past, he has been cooperating with Sumiyoshi in the refining of these years.

The Biyun God Umbrella is made by the sacred sacred sacred sacred, but the five lines of the sacred lines above are finally carved by Hong Mengzi.

Originally, I was still very satisfied with Mi Fangxian. I know that the above-mentioned gods are all waste lines.

"What happened to the **** pattern?"

Hong Mengzi listened and swept the umbrella of Biyun.

From this point of view, Hong Mengzi's face, which has always been light and pale, has undergone some changes.

Hong Mengzi remembers very clearly that the five lines of the gods above took a few days and carved them.

These **** lines have been changed at this time.

Although the traces of the other party's changes are minimal, if they are not the gods, they may not find the mystery, but Hong Mengzi carefully examined it with his mental strength.

"The above **** pattern has been changed. I ask you, who has touched this umbrella besides you?"

"Hey, there are still people, but it is the appraiser of Baibao Mountain Villa. Hong Mengzi, you are less pretending to be a model, don't say, an ordinary appraiser can change your gods."

The scene of the sacred Fang Xian was a fire of a stomach.

After this time, his reputation in the realm of the world fell sharply, and everyone would say that he was selling fake goods.

"I will keep this umbrella first. After I have repaired it, I will return it to you. Luo Yan is still on the air. After a few days, I will help you with a few words."

Hong Mengzi looked at his eyes and his eyes passed a trace of darkness.

I heard that Hong Mengzi is willing to help himself, and I have to look at the face.

After he looked at his eyes, he sighed and had to leave first.

Hong Mengzi talked about Biyun God Umbrella, walked into the palace, and saw Luo Yan Fang Xian sitting on the bedside, looking at the crazy stupid Luo Yin goddess crying.

"Luoyan, don't be too sad, so you don't hurt your body."

In the face of Luo Yan Fang Xian, Hong Mengzi has always played the role of considerate lover.

Luo Yan Fang Xian wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Hong Lang, the sound has become this look, I am afraid that my life will not be good, I blame me, if I had to send her to Fang Xianmeng, she would not become this look. She became like this How can I marry later?"

"The sound is your daughter, how can anyone want it."

Hong Mengzi appeased.

"Ordinary people, the sound does not like it at all. She also likes the negative heart of the heart. After she is stupid, even I didn't recognize it in the past, and only recited the name of 'thinness'."

Luo Yan Fang Xian Fang was accompanied by Luo Yin, he heard repeated and repeated, and his mouth read a few words of his brother.

"That's hard, even if we turn the world around, we will find a bad feeling. At that time, just take him and come to the sound."

Hong Mengzi does not think so.

"Things are not so easy. I thought that the little boy was just a personal genius. There is no foundation in the realm of the gods. I can control it with me. I know that the boy has changed personally since he recovered his memory. Now, he is not the kid who can play with us."

As soon as he mentioned the feelings, the expression of Luo Yanfang became dignified.

I had to say that Fang Fangxian had just met him. When he was at Baibao Mountain Villa, he encountered a bad feeling.

The kid was renamed the style and joined the seat of the Emperor of Fire.

That kid is also awkward, knowing that the Emperor of Fire is a hard temper, even if the ice goddess comes out, the Fire Emperor may not surrender.

However, for the happiness of her daughter, she will never let go of her feelings.

"Right, I have a clue to the kid."

Hong Mengzi suddenly said.

"Where is that kid?"

When Luo Yan Fang Xian listened, the face was fierce.

Those who have harmed her daughter's words, she will never let go.

"He is in the north, and the kid is also very cautious. I used the method of dreaming to find his whereabouts."

Hong Mengzi said.

"He is actually in the north, a good man must be a fairy, it must be a ghost he made! I went to the north and took the boy of Sule."

Luo Yan Fang Xian gritted his teeth.

It is no wonder how she inquired that she could not find the whereabouts of the music. The nine-night goddess of the Northland was the deities of the Emperor of the Valley, and the ice goddess could not investigate the news of the North.

And this person, nine nights, is also a cautious, her eyeliner can not mix into the north.

"Luoyan, do you really want to catch the music? As far as I know, the music is probably the son of Sumi."

Hong Mengzi's face is worry.

"What?! A good one, no wonder he has been ... how his son, this time, I do not believe, I killed the music, he dared to find me desperate.

Luo Yan Fang Xian is a white face, and my heart is very depressed.

She always thought that Mi Fangxian had died on her own. I couldn't think of it, and the old guy dared to carry her around.

Isn't her daughter not comparable to his son?

Luo Yan Fang Xian did not care about Hong Mengzi's "dissuasion", and immediately rushed to the north.

When I saw Luo Yan's ancestor's long march, Hong Mengzi's face showed a sardonic smile.

"A group of idiots, let your dog bite the dog, fight for you to die and live. So no one will stop my plan, but..."

Hong Mengzi took out the umbrella of Biyun, if he thought about it...

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