Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

She has grown so big, and she has never cried!

The master said that only cowards shed tears,

She would rather bleed than cry.

But the man in purple didn't pay any attention to her, he glanced at Yuelao, and said coolly: "Old Yuexia, if you give away your broken thread again, I will cut off your big head and kick it as a ball! "

Haha laughed, without looking at Mu Yue and Liu Yunsang, purple light flashed and disappeared. [

"Who is he?"

Mu Yue clenched her fists, this man is too hateful!

Who is he?

so arrogant? !

Although the two of them had exchanged hands just now, they didn't use their full strength.

She strikes casually, he blocks casually, and no one can figure out the other party's details...

Hmph, if you dare to look down on her, when you see him again in the future, you must give him a good look!

Yuelao still felt sorry for his torn beard, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, what a crime, what a crime."

After Yuelao's beard was ripped off, it turned into a smooth and shiny red thread>

Highly stretchy and extremely stretchy.

Liu Yunsang pulled one and said with a smile, "Old Yue, what's the matter with the red thread on Xuanyuan Luoyu's leg? Are you really giving it away?"

Yuelao shook his head and sighed: "My dear friend Liuyun, you have wronged me. Those red threads are just discarded. I don't know who picked them up and tied them on his legs..."

The origin of the red line is said again.

It turns out that not every root of Yuelao's beard can be used as a red thread.

There are always three or two malnourished ones out of a hundred, and he discards them

I don't know what kind of good little Xian'e picked it up...

"His name is Xuanyuan Luoyu?"

Mu Yue interrupted suddenly, her eyes sparkling.

"Well, that's right, Gu God Xuanyuan Luoyu, a god from the lower realms, plays Gu to perfection." [

A look of disdain flashed in Liu Yunsang's eyes.

He and Xuanyuan Luoyu fought several times in the name of sparring, but every time he was completely defeated>

It made his teeth itch with hatred.