Late Night Tales Of The Capital

The money book draws on Linshan, 10 meters away, watching the flame of the wooden sword in his hand rise more and more, it feels like facing an insurmountable mountain.

The fiery flame seemed to burn out the air, and the smoke flickered in front of the eyes. The figure of Linshan in the day looked a bit fuzzy.

Holding a long gun in the middle of the hand, the ear of the money paintings echoed the teachings of the lack of leaves. "The gunman, not moving like a mountain, moving like a thunder, a shot in hand, I have it in the world!"

The long gun is in front of the body, and the real element perfuse the gun body, emitting a faint black light. Although it is dim, it is condensed. Even if it is a master of the spiritual realm, knowing that it is invincible, the money and paintings are not retreating.

Because this is the way she practiced.

Go forward!

The crowds on the side of the martial arts all held their breath.

The guns of Qianshu paintings are getting more and more condensed. The swords of Linshan are getting hotter and hotter. The faces of many college students have changed. Even people who don’t understand the practice can see it. This Linshan has no mercy. It’s all about going all out. What do you want to do? Killing?

In the flame, no one can see the expression of Linshan, so he has a smile on his lips. Maybe everyone thinks that he is doing it for his own girl, but what about the facts? Only he is clear about himself.

The Sword Mountain Villa has been returned to Lushan Mountain, and the General's House and its own family are about to marry. The second emperor expressed his support for Lushan in Luoyang City last night. As is known to all, the two emperors and the princes are not in harmony, and the prince is the daughter of the money grandfather, the aunt and aunt of money painting.

The second emperor hinted that he hoped to give the Prince some warnings, but not too much, to grasp the measure.

That today's thing is just an opportunity.

Who will let you draw money for the surname, who will make you a niece of the Prince?

"Burn!"

Suddenly, the wooden sword in the hands of Linshan was wrapped in a fire dragon, and the claws of the teeth covered half of the performance field. From afar, the money and paintings in the middle of the fire dragon began to look a little yellow, and the hair was full of fluttering. The whole person seems to be in the furnace.

There is no screaming and retreat, and the money and paintings are gathered together, and the surrounding flame seems to burn in her eyes.

That is a fighting fanaticism.

"Red flame swords, burn it!"

A scream, the fire dragon bites.

"Winning!"

The money book painted with a wrist, and the long gun spurted out and turned into a black mans, rushing into the sea of ​​fire.

Time seems to solidify at this moment, everyone in the room has widened their eyes.

At this moment, Ye Wei just entered the White Horse Academy, because he couldn’t see anyone, and he heard the sound coming to the military field. When the money painting and the Linshan confrontation ended, he just looked at it.

In an instant, the heart of the leaf lack seems to stay involuntarily, and the body is stiff.

The wall of the original book, the student wall, has been blown down by the swell of Linshan at the moment, and it just happens to let the outside people see the center of the martial arts field.

I saw that the red flame sword of Linshan quickly disappeared and the fire dragon disappeared.

The figure of the money painting was slowly revealed. Only one breath, the clothes of her whole body had been burnt, and the skirt of the lower body had already disappeared. The two malt-colored long legs were exposed in the air, one of the thighs and the calves. The side is with some blood, the shoulders of the shoulders burned out, and at this time still faint blue smoke.

On the cheeks, on the hair, on the hands, on the arms, on the shoulders, there is a piece of black, and only the eyes are still clinging to the gods. The long guns are held in the hands, kneeling on the ground, and the body is standing straight.

After half a ring, the whole person fell straight.

The lack of leaves stood in the distance, looked at this picture, and suddenly appeared in my mind. When Qian Shu painted the first time, she was allowed to hold the gun for three hours, and then she fainted in the sky when she was launched.

Just like the one below.

Reluctant, stubborn, a rib!

At that time, Ye Xiao felt that this girl was dead and dead, and her brain was not turning. It was a bit silly. He is generally talented and still wants to practice. He is actually not optimistic and does not appreciate the work of money painting and calligraphy.

I don't know why, looking at today's picture, Ye lacked involuntarily wrinkled his brows, and his heart was a little angry, even this anger began to slowly evolve into anger, although not strong, but the lack of leaves can be sure, at this time their own heart It is really irritating.

How long have you not felt this way?

This is the first time in his impression that the leaf is missing back to the teenager anyway.

Long-lost angry!

The leaf lacked the money and paintings that fell on the ground, and slowly walked over and silently. He just looked at Linshan next to him carefully, and then saw Linshan's left shoulder, there was a small hole, and he thought it should be the spur of money painting.

The leaves were wrinkled and went into the center of the military field. I don’t know why, the students who were surrounded by the college did not stop, and they automatically moved their bodies and let them open a road. It seems that the expression on the face of the leaves made them feel awkward. Rationally tell them that at this time, it is best not to block, and then it is very serious.

Going to the front of the money painting, looking at the unbeatable **** the ground, Ye sighed and sighed, and suddenly there was an inexplicable emotion that could not be contained. This emotion he had not felt before, some repressed, There are some impulses.

The subconscious first took the pulse for the money painting, and determined that she would not be in danger for a short time. Raised the hand, thought about it, paused for a moment, let go, and gave the money book a thousand days to go, this is rest assured.

Ye Xiaowei glanced over the audience, looked at Linshan again, and then crossed him to see Lin Meier not far away, and finally looked at the students around the school, "Who can tell me, what is going on?"

"I want to hear about the consequences."

Very plain words, can not hear the slightest anger, but these students all feel a pressure, the pressure seems to be examining them all the time, every word spoken in the next second must be the truth Whoever lie will suffer.

"This old man bullies."

"The daughter lost the contest, and he will come up."

"Looking at yourself is the owner of the Sword Mountain Villa, behind the support of the Lushan Mountain, and soon to marry the generals, it is not reasonable."

The students in a group of colleges were filled with indignation and made a clear statement of the beginning and the end of the matter.

After the lack of listening to everyone's complaints, nodded, bent over and picked up the money and paintings on the ground, turned and went out, took two steps, and suddenly stood still, looking back at Linshan.

"what's your name?"

"Linshan."

Linshan's expression is still cold and arrogant, and it is not evasive. It seems that he is not worried about revenge, nor is he worried that letting others know that he is hurting his money and paintings. There is still some intention to let everyone spread.

"Well, very good, psychic bullying congenital situation I have seen a lot, can be like you, looking for such a bad reason, bullying the little girl, it is really rare, and can go to pick up, I admire you! ”

Ye faintly said, "Lin Meier is your daughter, you made a hand for her, then be prepared."

"I will also shoot."

"I hope you can take it."

Linshan snorted and didn't answer, but from the expression, he couldn't take the leaf shortage seriously, but Lin Meier behind him glanced at the leaf. "What are you doing, the dog takes the mouse?" !"

The leaves were missing and I ignored them. I turned and went outside. I muttered to myself, "Because I am the master of her lead!"

(The first one today, there are.)