| | Three Lives Three Worlds Pillow Book (Volume I and (8th Dec 22 at 1:00am UTC) | | Holding his arm, Donghua calmly looked at Feng Jiu, who was standing with a sword. Since he came into being from the blue sea, he has stepped on numerous dry bones all the way to this day. He has never stopped looking for his protector wave after wave in his early years. He has never met anyone who wants to protect him in a fantastic way for so many years. The word "protection", together with his honorific title, is a joke. But at this time, in the distant rain of flowers, the little imperial concubine of Qingqiu was holding such a delicate body, carrying such a thin and soft sword, and standing bravely in front of the enemy who was many times stronger than her with the idea of protecting him. The emperor thought it was interesting and fresh. When Feng Jiu drew out the pottery sword and waved the first light of the sword, he knew that he didn't have much chance to win against the banshee. However, although she took the initiative to stay and help, she expected that her position was just to sing a partial angle. Her function was to help Donghua delay time or find an opportunity. She never intended to snatch the job from Donghua. In the first half of the game, she felt that she defended well and her performance was not satisfactory. In the ensuing fight, she sincerely hoped that Donghua would come back from meditation and take over the second half as soon as possible. Divide the energy to look at the past,plastic pallet supplier, the emperor and his old man are propping up their arms and looking at her Pure Brightness, faintly he said three words with thin lips. Feng Jiu silently pondered in the bottom of her heart. There was a subtle pause between the first word and the second and third words. Perhaps it was a very profound mental method that helped her swordsmanship soar in an instant. It was a pity that the sound of Tao's sword was too loud. Which three words were these brilliant words in the emperor's mouth? When the red silk on her back hit her shoulders, she thought carefully and finally reacted. What he said was: "Hey, be careful." …… Fortunately, the red silk was fast but not so fierce. It touched her shoulder but cut one side of the silk. When she wanted to attack again, she almost dodged it. Tao Zhu Jian raised it to block it. Feng Jiu had a doubt in the parry. Just now she clearly felt that the strength of the red silk was about to roll up the soft sword she had blocked. Somehow,drum spill containment, she suddenly loosened her strength. She took advantage of the situation to pull up a sword flower and stab it back, forcing Miaoluo to stagger back two steps. When did her sword become so fast? A touch of unwillingness quickly flashed across his face, and a strange smile suddenly appeared behind Feng Jiu. In a flash of lightning, Feng Jiu suddenly realized that they had just changed places. At this time, they were standing dozens of steps in front of Donghua's meditation. The smile was clearly toward Donghua. Without thinking about it, she turned around and rushed to the rear of the side. At that moment, five red silks came out of her hands, like a snake swimming toward the place where she meditated. Feng Jiu pressed on Donghua's body, and in a twinkling of an eye he looked at his sitting platform, which had been smashed by the red silk, and felt a cold sweat in his heart. The moment she threw herself on Donghua, plastic trash bins ,wholesale plastic pallet, she realized the reason why he sat idly aside and did not help her. This scene was mostly because he was in the way of this banshee, and she could not break free because of her immobilization. Fortunately, she stayed to help him today, otherwise he would not have known what kind of loss he would have suffered. She has always been very sympathetic to the weak in her nature. At this time, she thought that it was rare to see Donghua weak and down-and-out. She did not feel embarrassed when she looked at him under her body. She also looked back softly, but her heart was filled with a kind of holy light of love. Obviously, her wishful thinking of the emperor misunderstood a little deep, the emperor he has not been the old man, just waiting to see what she can do to save him. The red silk was manipulated like a living thing, and turned around very quickly without a single blow, and swam towards the two of them again. Look at this kind of strength, this kind of way, if hard to meet up not to be choked out a few mouthfuls of blood to stop the field, if hide, she is a person to hide, but with a Donghua who can not move. In the midst of the difficult choice, she suddenly felt her body rolling on the ground a few times. She deftly flashed through the attack of the red silk. Before she could exert herself, she was carried up by the wind. The hand holding the sword was firmly held by the other hand, and her waist was also held and fixed. Donghua stuck behind her, and her voice rang heavily in her ear: "Watch it.".
"She opened her eyes wide and moved her body forward involuntarily. The light of the sword was as sharp as snowflakes. She could not see clearly what moves Donghua had made with her holding the pottery sword. When her eyes settled down, she saw a pool of black blood soaking out of the snow-white tip of the sword in the red silk fragments all over the sky, which was fixed in the heart of her wide-eyed forehead.". Feng Jiu has always defined herself as a very knowledgeable immortal. Although she has not done much to subdue demons, she has seen a lot of experience in collecting demons from her uncles and aunts for tens of thousands of years. She feels from the bottom of her heart that the one she received in Donghua this time is the most evil one she has ever seen. In the face of such beauty, the emperor was able to stab him with a sword without mercy, and she sincerely admired the spirit of the emperor. With her slightly stiff hand, Donghua took back the pottery sword and returned it to its scabbard. The petals of the Buddha bell, which were as soft as light snow in the forest, fluttered and gradually disappeared. She did not know where they had gone. Occasionally, two petals fell on the back of her hand, but there was no real sense of touch. Only then did she realize that the misty sea of flowers she had just seen in her eyes might be a phantom made by a banshee. The wind rustled in the woods, and the misty falling from the soles of the feet slowly dispersed into a mass of gray fog. It was the symptom that the oil lamp was about to be annihilated. But she suddenly opened her eyes like a matchmaker and laughed at Donghua: "I have heard that you are the most quiet and inactive immortal in the four seas and eight wastelands. I have long wanted to see if your heart is really as the rumor says." This time she finally got her wish. "She seemed to have got something very funny, and her gloomy eyebrows and eyes were very dangerous:" It turns out that the bottom of your heart is a sea of Buddha bells. It's interesting, interesting. I don't know if it's this sea of flowers that you're so concerned about, or who else is hiding behind the sea of flowers? " Then he laughed to himself and said, "As the saying goes, the strongest immortal who has reached the state of concentration and interest has such a secret that is not for outsiders. Interesting,collapsible pallet box, interesting, there is.." The third interesting word has not yet been exported, but has disappeared in the air as her whole body turns into ashes. cnplasticpallet.com | |
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