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Huang Si also took a glass, tasted, then frowned and said:. "Not in the taste."

This tea, although the record books too, but also to maintain the flavor and heat just when the bubble tea is good, but then he made out, and always felt personally under the ink soaked still a little different.

Outside, occasionally someone will come in and report things to the pipe dream.

Front, news footage back, the situation is getting critical.

Pipe dream look of concern.

In the end, she stood up, confessing his sin and said:

"Mr. Huang, and the devil were at stake, I have played."

"Then, I go with you." Huang Si stood up.

Pipe dream bowed his head, eyelashes quivering, she softly asked: "? You finally are willing to save the magic number yet."

"Do not." Huang Si mild authentic, "pipe dream, I am here to save you."

Whether it is the magic number, or other martial art gangs are just the forces of organized human family, Huang Si does not matter to them likes and dislikes.

However pipe dreams, they figure, but also his friends.

After listening to these words, the pipe dream looked up, her eyes flashing with confusion, and quickly turned decisively: "But, if you do not plan to save the magic number ... then, perhaps, you can not save alone my. "

She turned back to yellow thinking, look to the door.

There were some magic disciples come and go, cry, doing the final preparations against.

Over the years, this is her home, and she loved it here.

So, she can not accept such thinking yellow casual attitude.

Magic were worth paying her life, but she also has her self-esteem.

Pipe dream slowly shook his head: "So, please allow me to deny you because I will not leave the magic number and live alone.."

Then, she turned and left the room, went to the house.

She stepped on the threshold of pace, a little hesitation, however, did not look back, but to speed up the pace, he took the fight with clothing from the hands of waiting at the door of core disciples, to the end of the corridor locker room to go go with.

She replaced him prepare complicated ceremonial Joan clothes, began to prepare for the final battle.

Until her stature disappeared in the distance, from beginning to end pipe dreams are never again look back.

Has come to determine any congenital master is not audible distance, pipe dream just down softly to himself:

"Sorry, Huang Si ..."

She tried to hold back the tears about to overflow again the eyes, wiped his eyes, carrying their clothes into the locker room.

Huang Si neither hurried outside, nor verbally stay.

He poured himself a cup of tea again, then took a bite of cake.

"I was not too serious it?"

Huang Si reflect on.

When the distance, pipe dream to himself say the phrase I'm sorry, he sighed: "This child ah, this is not that I just want favoritism to save her, but because she did not want to save the magic number would not live alone. , was determined to die? Oh, really troublesome honest child Oh ... "

Huang Si finished cake, stood up.

Drink half of black tea on the table, along with a sudden teapot with cups directly disappeared in the air.

"Go over there and see a good pipe dream."

He took out a tissue and wiped his hands out of the storage room.

Originally intended to go directly to Huang Si front-line battlefield, but consciousness swept away, but two familiar senses soul nearby.

He therefore in no hurry to go to war over there, but came to the magic number of headquarters east of the territory along the corridor.

There, two young men were directing young core disciples were possessed, and they will formation, strategic arrangements, preparing to go over there to support pipe dream.

The presence of people, about less than a hundred people. Magic number is rising star, can be considered the essence of the magic number of the characters.

The two men command, are Linzhuo and Sangxiu.

They a handsome tall and grace, full of charisma, and the other looks dignified, extraordinary British Gas, a look that is super-master. But even so good, the two eyebrows are inextricably locked gloom.

Whether they, or their side around Mo Gong spiritual core of disciples, knows that campaign, certain death.

And they also have to abandon the magic number of last-minute idea, it's here to stay.

Although millions of people I will carry, in particular the vertical one hundred dead do not regret.

Many people here are born in families demons were many ordinary clergy, I have a firm faith. Some people are as bright as by rescue tube and support magic number, very grateful for the magic number.

Joan magic number now in critical condition, with which they sacrifice their lives, but also must try to save her.

"All grown up it, yes." Huang Si smiled.

Linzhuo and Sangxiu slightly sense, they all turned back.

When two people see the yellow think, when they are invariably stunned.

A very familiar feeling in my mind the two, as if this scene is at once very distant past has happened.

But in this world, it has not yet recovered memories of two people only saw eight yellow thinking for some time in childhood, then you have not seen. But on the appearance, they think it is strange, however, that from the bottom of the soul sense of familiarity so that their heart and soul tremble.

"Do not worry, I'm coming."

Spiritual dialogue sounded in the souls of the two men.

"you are…?"

"Family."

A simple word, but it has everything to heal worry, fear, depression and sadness strength.

Linzhuo and Sangxiu on the TV, look at all the meaning in the eyes of each other.

Their hands together, and then toward the side, knees, salute.

Around their side of the magic number of disciples are all shocked.

The current war, but the magic number of sovereign kneel toward strangers, this is why?

"Sovereign, he is ...?"

There disciples could not help but asks.

Huang Si smiled and shook his head.

He told the duo with the soul instructions: no me alone, continue to favor your own.

Linzhuo quickly stood up, facing the side of his disciples and said:. "Anyway, the front line is tight, we leave quickly."

Then he and Sangxiu together with many disciples, quickly leave.

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Sleeper hand branch pipe with a long knife, squat in the throat vigorously panting. The blood from her head, shoulders constantly shed, a one, but she clenched teeth, Ren Naizhu pain of the wound.

Behind her, the magic number is the remaining dozen master. All of them are considerable, though profound skill, but it also lost one by one under siege, and finally had to narrow the scope, can only find life insurance.

The pipe dream is the only one injured would still have a strong fighting force of the people, she armed with long knives, guarding everyone behind, and was taken in her power and influence, decent people surrounded around being there is no attack came go with.

Pipe dream knife and Mo Gong, pushed up highly explosive, and her life is not to play. Although human decency can beat her, but can not ensure that no injuries. These people cherish life, naturally not approached die.

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