Chapter 34： Which cookie do you count?

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"Impossible...impossible! Why was you alive when I was taken away by me? Why did you really wake up--sleeping light--!"

The man shook his head in disbelief. When he roared and shouted the name, Wang Xiaomei looked at him in shock and looked at it.

"Well, do you know me?" Wang Xiaoba pointed to himself. The person called the name of his last life. Is there anything to do with them?

"The wind blows, do you know him?"

Wen Feng moved his eyes away from Wang Xiaomao and glanced indifferently at the man's hidden eyes.

"No." Wenfeng said, "I don't know this person."

The man with a stiff face on the opposite face twitched at the moment when he heard the words, and his eyes widened as he watched Wen Feng look crazy.

"You don't know me..." He laughed and pointed at Wenfeng: "You don't know me? You lied! You must remember me!"

Wang Xiaoba looked at his vicious eyes like a ghost and swallowed.

"Xiaowenzi, if you know someone, you will admit it directly. It feels like you are going to bite us and bite us."

The crazy eyes seemed to have hatred for killing their father and wives.

But the wind still shook his head, and even his eyes did not fall on the man. He walked to the side of the coffin and stretched out his hand to gently touch Xiaoma's face.

"Brother awake? I will solve some noisy mice in a while. Brother may wish to sleep for a while and feel at ease, it will end soon."

...Hey people are listening.

Wang Xiaoma glanced quietly at the man-lying trough! Brother, does your eyes open so painless? !

But Wang Xiaozai found out that this big brother looked at him: jealous and resentful!

This elder brother sees it all: love and hate...

This big brother looks at him again: Jealousy and resentment!

This big brother looks at the wind and wind again: love and hate...

My dear mother! This is so special that you can switch between two eyes and facial expressions in all directions without dead angles!

After giving Wang Xiaoma a kind of mistress, after looking at Xiaosan's superior, he loves and hates the male host. "You are so sorry for you, so you will regret it~" And for Xiaosan, you will be a green tea **** old lady. You x shred! ’

Wang Xiaomao: ...this look, too much play.

Even Sister Lei and Ronaldinho, who minimized the sense of presence behind him, couldn't help but think: How can I feel like we are following a good sister to catch rape?

"...You still have to think about it. I think he really knows us, but we have lived for so many years. How could he know who we are?" Wang Xiaomei pushed away his hands. Frowning and speaking quietly.

This man's eyes are too weird, giving him an uncomfortable suffocation.

Wen Feng said with a disapproving "um", his thumb finally rubbed his cheek and stood up straight, "You are the one who wants my heart?"

"No, it's not them, it's just me." The man with the surname Yan sneered with a sharp edge in his eyes, and said: "Wen Feng should say you are worthy of you, to such a degree of desperation, in your eyes everything except your waste brother No, afterwards, your brother died, you still can't bear anything except the corpse's eyes, huh, huh, I did so much for you, but you can't even recognize it now."

Wen Feng's expression paused.

"Why, you finally remembered me?"

In the man's renewed look of expectation, he half-closed his eyes like ink crows, the red markings of his eyebrows were as bright as blood, and his side head swept the peach petals that had fallen on his shoulders with his long fingertips.

That attitude, as if the words of a man and the existence of a man, are all dust that is not worth cherishing on the shoulder.

The index finger and the thumb pinched a petal and threw it on the ground. When the wind caught the pink and moist lips, he said, "Is there something you deserve to remember?"

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This is pretty good. Wang Xiaoma, who is sitting inside the coffin, silently took out the notebook and learned what he learned.

The man clenched his fists, his teeth clenched to his cheeks and swelled up, but soon he relaxed and even re-smiled with that uneasy facial nerve.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, I just remember you, the wind blows out." He smiled horrorly, and said in an intimate, intimate and perverted voice: "If you didn't have me, you wouldn't get the elixir, and if you didn't, you wouldn't have to. After he woke up, he still kept him still living in the underground palace."

"I guess why don't you go back to the ground again? Haha, because he left this acacia tree and can't live without your blood! Hahaha."

The man with the surname Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at the lively Wang Xiaozao who was shrunk in the coffin and pointed at himself. "Sleep lamp, you are just a living corpse now. It is painful to smell the corpse smell on your body every day. Because I took half of the medicine I made for you, you see, I lived for many years before, do you know what the medicine is made of? Is it..."

The wind was chaotic, and the wind appeared across from the man and grabbed the man's neck. The man's words and his breath were cut off by the wind!

"It turned out to be you. You dared to appear in front of me." Wen Feng's black pupils, which quickly occupied the entire eye socket, turned to scarlet, his hands were hard, and the sound of ``click'' crisp bones broke.

When Wen Feng let go, the man fell to the ground softly, and Wen Feng did not look at the corpse on the ground, but turned his head towards the coffin, and said to the dumbfounded Wang Xiaoba: "Xiao ba, put my sword give me."

Wang Xiaoma looked at the corpse of a man who had been crazy and mocking on the ground.

There is even a kind of unreality.

The kind of thing you obviously feel that the other party is talking about **** on the surface, in fact it seems to be brewing for you for a second, but you are shaking, he was suddenly knocked down by the brick...

This has no sense of falling.

I just want to hold the brick cos king sledgehammer in my hand! ! !

Not only did Wang Xiaoma think this way, Sister Lei and Ronaldinho were also dumbfounded, and their chins were about to fall to the ground.

"...Master, don't you say he has something to rely on?" Ronaldinho twitched his lips.

"...Probably his reliance is rubbish." Unfortunately, she met an opponent who was "roll, I don't listen", and Lei covered her face.

"No, it's over? And what does he mean? What medicine, what corpse smell? Why don't I know?" Wang Xiaomei looked at the wind with doubt.

He had a hunch that the man would say something that subverted his previous cognition, but Wenfeng tried to prevent the man from speaking out.

Thinking like this, the man on the ground suddenly moved!

"Lying trough! The corpse!" Ronaldinho shouted Wang Xiaolan's voice.

He watched in horror as the corpse on the ground twitched, and after a while he even stood up shaking like a zombie in the movie.

The man’s hand is holding his neck, and he is making a ‘click and click’ sound of crisp bones, as if adjusting his position.

Wen Feng did a little bit of Wang Xiaozai's forehead, "Return, Xiaoba, hand me my Liao Yuejian."

"Ah? Oh oh oh!" Wang Xiaoba hurriedly took Liao Yuejian out of the coffin and handed it to Wen Fengji, who was like a fake dumpling. "How come this thing is up, I rely on it!"

"He can't be killed by these things alone. This matter troubles some of you to hide in the coffin first. This man is a madman. I will answer your question when I solve it."

Wen Fengjin's expression was very gentle, and he didn't even cast an afterglow on the resurrected monster. His pupil reflected Wang Xiaoma's uneasy face, gently pulling out the sword body of Liao Yuejian, with Wang Xiao in his eyes He couldn't understand the excitement, he said softly: "It seems that the one named Zhenbei is not lying, and I will really resurrect you soon, Xiaoba."

Wang Xiaobai was startled. "What do you mean... what is the real resurrection of me?" Am I not a zombie now? Am I alive now?

But Wen Feng did not answer him, Wen Feng did his sword, the scabbard fell to the ground, a strand of ink-colored hair blowing, killing Ling Ling in a crimson color, a powerful aura burst out! A dull hammer like an invisible fist could not breathe in his chest, and even his head began to buzz!

Wang Xiaoma, who was standing behind Wen Fengjin, felt that way, not to mention the strange man who faced him. He stumbled directly and almost fell to his knees, while Lei and Ronaldo grabbed pale behind him. The clothes on the chest half kneeled on the ground, and there was a nosebleed.

But the man just started to stiffen, and then he became more and more accustomed to driving invincible, and even distributed the same aura as except for the wind!

"... Say I am a lunatic?" The man's clothes were hunted by Ling Chou's breath. He chuckled, and his face and skin turned blue-grey at a speed visible to the naked eye! The veins and veins appeared on the skin still beating, terrifyingly terrible, and the normal eyes also turned into the same red as the wind.

"When the wind blows, you said, who am I and you are lunatics? You will not forget the murder you once did, and you have forgotten what you once slaughtered your own teacher?"

"To shut up."

Wen Feng tried to hold the sword with one hand, and the sword was as long as it was, drawing an arc with Jiaoyue and violently attacked the past!

The man could not dodge it with both hands!

"Lying Groove! 100% empty hands with white blades!?"

"Lying trough! What do you think you are Guo Jing?!"

Two exclamations came at the same time, and Wang Xiaomei and Ronaldinho looked at each other.

Duan you!

Ah? Ronaldinho froze for a moment: wasn't he a thousand-year-old dumpling? How does he know this terrier?

But he hadn't waited until he wanted to understand that the fight over there attracted everyone's attention.

I saw that after the blow, the man's arm was almost cut off, but the wound above healed quickly in the next second, and the man pulled a piece of software from his belt.

Wen Fengjin got into a fight with him, the sword light dazzled, the crisp weapon exchange sound with buzzing endless ears, in the eyes of mortals like Wang Xiaoma, it was simply a fairy fight.

Various body styles, light and shadow dazzled him. If he was allowed to come, it would be impossible for him to stop it.

Especially when the attack is full of news, every time it carries an overwhelming killing intent, and the other party relies on itself to have a strong healing ability.

The strange thing is that every time the wind blows to him, the wounds are large enough, but the blood does not bleed out much, like that...Wang Xiaoma holds his chest in the open position of the artifact, and it looks like the wind is exhausted. Exactly the same...

The man who was stabbed again ignored his wounds, and when he was injured, he also added a scar to Wenfengjin, which was a way of life for life.

[The author has something to say: Today, two more, seven thousand words to make a base.

After a while, catching insects and changing two, the author's eyes are not good, the computer is not easy to catch, everyone pays more attention. 】