I can't help feeling angry at the thought of my own appearance.

"They are the sons and daughters of the rebellious dragon Chu Yun?"

Muxingchen said calmly, "who is the traitor? You make it clear to me! "

Long Ji is awed by Mu Xingchen's voice and mumbles, "how, how, dare you do it?"

"In those days, long chuyun joined hands with outsiders to make trouble in our country! We have suffered so much loss from forgetting the river that we have almost been unable to recover for many years! "

"She's not a traitor what is it?"

"Joe Joe." Mu Xingchen quickly looks down at his sister. As expected, he sees a cold face.

Although there was no change in her expression, it was obvious that she was a little trembling with anger and had no words for a while.

Prince Mo hurriedly walked to her side, grabbed her little hand and called "Joe Joe".

A pair of cold electric Phoenix eyes, straight to the speechmaker, the cold murderous air in the eyes, rub against the rise, making people completely unable to ignore the past.

The momentum of the sky rushed towards the young man named Longji.

When the prophet's face changed, he quickly reached out his hands and circled a water color barrier to help young Longji out.

However, the prince's potential pressure, where she can easily solve.

When they touch each other, they feel the terrible pressure of mountains. They are crushed under their covers, as if they can crush her old bones into nothing in a moment.

"Your Highness!" Long Hui exclaimed and hurriedly stopped him. "You have something to say, your Highness Prince."

"Prince!" The fragrance of the dragon also comes out with the sound of illness.

"Get down!" Ink lotus a angry drink, but listen to "bang" a crisp sound.

The young man named Longji, on the opposite side, suddenly stooped, and the whole man was crushed down with a heavy "Dong".

A ring on the head so involuntarily "bang", knock down.

For a while, there was a silence. The common people of the chimaera felt a strong sense of oppression. They dared to gather together, only to stay away from here and look at each other secretly.

At first, prophet Tu felt that the pressure on his body was light. When he turned his head, he saw his younger generation Longji. He put on an arched shape, bent down and bowed his head. His head fell heavily on the ground and he couldn't lift it.

See his tail repeatedly on the ground hard friction, obviously is subject to not small, but desperately want to look up.

However, the strength suppression of the other side is quite terrible. Let alone raise his head. Maybe it's very difficult for him to breathe at this time.

Longji struggled desperately with her body, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

He had never seen such a powerful person, even in the face of his cheap grandmother, never felt such a terrible suppression.

Now it seems that there is a huge mountain range, the whole thing is on him.

He was very uncomfortable, breathing was not smooth, and even

Can feel neck bone "Ga Ga Ga" light ring, as if at any time with the carve may break.

"Longji." The prophet was very anxious. Suddenly he looked up to the direction of Mo Lian. "Stop it."

"If you don't stop, what will you do?" Mo Lian stared at the picture prophet in front of her.

In his eyes, Long Hui understood that although he didn't have a deep contact with this prince, he always heard about the prince of Shenzhou.

It's not a kind-hearted product. If you look like this, it's It's killing.

Long Hui's heart sank again, and he quickly stopped in front of Tu prophet.