My Script is a Supporting Role

"What is the woman in the inn inside? Are you falling asleep?"

"These people should not wake up after two times?"

At this time, no one can give them answers, only hundreds of huge cyclone darts become combat formations, pushing toward them.

A black man waves the sword in his hand, and the sword has flooded three-foot swords, rolling up a strong wind, and positive to the ring.

"!"

The dazzling spark is in the dark.

The sword in the black man is broken.

That although I was also awkward, the back of the back of the back, but the back of the back is ruthless.

The black man is broken in his hand, and there is no weapon that can be resistant to the hand.

"!"

A cyclone is drawn from his side, bringing out a bloodstream.

One of the black people flew down with blood, only holding a pain.

However, his voice is so fast that the cyclone darts are born.

"!"

"!"

"!"

The black man was twisted by a bunger array directly.

Chapter 134 is not a bobo to help?

"What is this spiritualizer?"

Others have seen a heartbeat.

It's too big to see the movement, but the opponent is surprisingly, a few photo faces have been broken.

Look at this look, the woman in the inn has lost hands, and the soul of the coming is drafled at all.

If you play this again, the other person will be more and more.

Several black people did not dare to pay back, quickly pumping away.

Murong Yue Yue, I looked at Mo Chen, the two people got the god meeting, and one left and right were chased.

On the top of them, the cyclone shot like a fighter group, followed those black people flying over.

Each of the strong cyclones brought out of the cyclone, all produces the air vibration, gather together, and make up the ribbling of people.

The black man listened to the gods and did not dare to return, and only desperately urged the vitality of the body quickly escaped.

Murong Qingyue and Mo Chen are step by step, and they do not give these people at a time.

On the top of the bungalow in front of a row, suddenly, a row of black people who blessed the bow, bowshed, and the brilliant-overflow arrow refers to this.

"!"

"!"

"!"

"!"

There are countless flying arrows that fly, with long tails, it is hit by the cyclone with the air.

The rollover darts made a strong vibration, and the rapid rotation quickly gathed those meteors, but it was still blocked.

Through this rare timing, the previous black people have integrated with each other with each other.

A group of people obviously did not think about more entanglement with Mo Chen, all from the roof.

"Want to run?"

Mo Chen hits a sigh of breath, suddenly accelerates, rushing to the past like a shell.

The air-rotated cyclone dart quickly retry is in, and it will be combined with it to restore the long gold chain.

This piece of bungalow is quite intensive, and the roadway between the housing is crossing. If these people escape, they can be troublesome.

And the space below is small, and it is no longer suitable for the playback of the mart.

I am close to it, and the rooms of the green tiles are frightened and have a strong smoke.

Among the smoke, there is blue light.

"Ok?"

"Sword?"

The dust is flying in the ruins, and the faint can also see some people swayed.

Mo Chen right hand quickly waved.

The golden chain is turned forward as a sharp pyramid, and the lightning is like a ruin, and there is a sprout.

I feel that I have caught one, Mo Chen no longer hesitated, the science, the person who was arrested there was strict and strict.

The night wind will blow the dust, and there is a trace of the ruins, but the black people have disappeared.

In addition to the one of the chain of Mo Chen.

The sharp pyramid passes through the chest on the right, then bypass his body and is firmly trapped.

Mo Chen and Murong fell in the ruins, and there was no other discovery.

All black people have evacuated from the symbol.

It is also dissipated after use, it seems that it is a variety of planning in advance.

"Look at this person's injury, I am afraid that it is still soon."

Mo Chen reached out to put the man, to Murong Qingyue Road: "Bring back, will always use it."

Murong Qingyue is not in the moon, reach out, the Qian Yanfei feathers are brushing, gel, and legs.

"Go up."

Mo Du jumped on the flying sword, lost the bundled black man behind, and the feathers flew up.

Just flying out a small paragraph, Murong Ying Moon still stopped.

Mo Chen looks at the probes behind Murong.

In front of them, he stood in a white label.

The son is white, and the brunette will hang in front of the amount, such as smoothness, such as softness, just gently pull it in the end.

Under the dark, it is a beautiful to the ultimate.

Xuan Yu is unparalleled.

On his side, a red purple, two colorful beauty accompanied.

It is his personal maid, red, purple peony.

Mo Chen suddenly appeared.

"This mother is still here!"

Originally in the plot of the long-term preset, today, this play should be completed by this bride's vice.

Just because many variables in the middle, the result was turned from Mo Chen.

However, from now on, the impact of life-destination roulette is still not small.

Xuanyu is unparalleled, still at this moment, there is an emergence here.

Unfortunately, this show, he has missed the most exciting part.

Murong Jie Moon sat on the Qiama Fei Yu, quietly looked at Xuan Yu's unparalleled, no sound.

Xuan Yu didn't have a shocking smile, watching Murong Qing Yue: "I heard some movements here, it turned out to be a high foot, Murong girl."

Mo Chen is dark.

"Let's have two people here, you just say that the name of the Murong Qingyue is, it is a color embryo."

However, even if Xuan Yu is unparalleled, Mo Chen is too lazy to talk to this guy.

Anyway, it is an opponent, what is almost.

And this guy, the ten eight nine will also walk with the big man who competes for the empress of the empress. In the future, there will be many branches.

Murong Qingyue does not seem to talk to the mother of the maiden, just a matter of just, and there is no such thing.

The air has become a bit embarrassed.

Xuan Yu is unparalleled, and said: "When you come over, I have seen the traces of fighting here. Is there a small scream?"

Murong Qingyue Road: "There is no need to be worn, have been dealt with."