Chapter 212： The best person for yourself

Persuading to cleverly put down hatred, it is really a rare truth, he can not have the habit of staying in trouble, as soon as this should be so hard to hate himself, almost throw her away from the raft Go on. ◎

However, I thought that I had to rely on this little girl to mix into the Ice Palace, and she was already her own, so she still advised her to let go of hatred.

It should be a coincidence that because of the phrase "putting down hatred", the fire in the stomach rose up. The "why" sentence already took Sensen's anger, but suddenly the answer given by the party was "Otherwise you will be more Sad, the whole person suddenly glimpsed, subconsciously: "The little devil has already made me so miserable, how can I make me more sad?"

Fang Xing solemnly said: "You think, you hate him so much, you will definitely provoke him again, and he is so powerful, you are not looking for death? In case he killed you again, 岂Not more sad?"

It should be a clever sigh, said: "How can he be my father's opponent?"

Sidewalk: "That's not necessarily!"

It should be clever: "He must not be my father's opponent!"

Fang Fang was speechless and said: "Well, then, why did he kill you?"

It should be blushing and blushing, loudly: "I am not afraid of death!"

Sidewalk: "Would you hang your clothes and hang on the tree?"

It should be a clever change of face, shocked: "He... how did he do such an excessive thing?"

Fangdaodao: "It is your initiative to attract people, how to do it is not excessive!"

It should be a coincidence that she felt speechless and right, and a feeling of powerlessness rose from her heart.

In fact, the girl's mind is very difficult to guess. After she first ate the loss of the bank in the wilderness. Nature is hateful and hateful to die. The second time, the little devil head descended from the sky, and a knife cut the head of Chu Zhaoyang, who was very strong in her mind, and the head flew to her hand, and the blood sprayed, but it also made her feel deep. Deep fear.

Others persuaded her to always say that they should practice well and will always kill the little devil in the future.

But it should be clever inside. However, I was afraid of the little devil. The words she had just said inadvertently said that she was talking about how she hated it. The "but" followed by it was actually to say that she hated him so much, but However, he thought that he would be terrified, and even the idea of ​​helping Zhaoyang’s brother to revenge could not rise. This is the real sorrow.

Fang Xing now only said that he is very powerful, and persuaded him to accept the revenge. But it is exactly the idea that should be the innermost part of the heart.

However, the bottom is still the girl’s self-respect. After staying for a while, he angered: "Why are you helping him to talk?"

Sidewalk: "Heaven and earth conscience, I am for you!"

I thought, Mommy is not throwing you away for you.

"Good for me?"

I should have stayed for a while, I feel that this next person is very serious, and my heart is slightly warm.

Slightly over the face, suddenly reached out to the side of the wine gourd caught, said: "Give me your drink!"

Fang Xing can reluctantly, this is his own spirit wine, waved her hand and said: "Little girl drinking a fart!"

It should be a good idea to pick up a pair of apricot nuclear eyes and said: "I am your lady, you actually called me a girl, don't give me a drink?"

Fang Xing’s head sighed and sighed: “You even used your identity to press me. My life is really **** sad...”

I wonder if I want to throw this dead girl down!

I should listen to it by skill, but I feel a little apologetic. I feel that this person is rude and unreasonable, but it is good for myself. I don’t want to drink alcohol. I feel that I am too small. Drinking is not good for my body. It’s a bit stupid and a bit fierce, but it’s a bit like a fierce slave who is particularly loyal to him. No wonder the father will specifically designate him to go to the Ice Palace.

"Well, I don't blame you for calling me, but I will drink!"

It should be cleverly picked up a small mouth, slightly revealing the former temper.

"Drink and drink, I let you drink, drink and die!"

Fang Xing walked into the cabin with his hands and raised the two jars, but it was a good wine that Elder Moyer had placed on the ark. It was named "Six Yangchun", but it was a good wine refining the six kinds of monsters. However, this kind of spirit brewing is very clever, and the wine strength is controlled to a degree that is not hurting, but it is not like the spirit of the party. Apart from him and Jinwu, ordinary people can't drink at all.

"you……"

It should be clever to look at the side of the line holding the two wine jars, the eyes suddenly red.

"This **** wine is brought to you, are you still crying?"

Fang Xing was a little annoyed, pushing one of the wine jars to the front.

It should be clever but not picky, and reluctantly said: "I will drink your bad wine!"

Sidewalk: "Fart, this wine is bad, I am a good wine, not for you!"

It should be awkward for a while, or silently reached out and took over a wine jar.

Fang Xing did not know, at this time it should be clever, the mind is extremely fragile, and the association ability is incomparably rich. Just this one move, but it reminds me of it. A long time ago, she saw the fierce slave in the manger. Drinking, I feel fun, ran over to drink with him, but the slave was not given to her, but slipped into the restaurant and gave her a good wine.

That time, after the murderer was found to have stolen the wine, he licked two lashes, but he also told the story to be remembered.

Later, she tasted the kind of wine that the slaves drank, sour and awkward, not good at all.

At this moment, the performance of the party made her feel the feeling of pain again. This fierce man is very similar to the fierce slave. He must have felt that the drink of the next person is not worthy of his own. Identity, only to fight the punishment of Elder Moye, ran to steal wine for himself... But the fierce slave stole an altar at the time, but he directly stole two altars, bolder than the slave.

The square sat down on the side of the ship and took a sip of the stopper. He licked his mouth and felt that the taste was too light.

It should be clever that he did not drink this kind of good wine, and he looked very cute, smiled and sat down beside him.

The breeze blew the surface, the evening glow was over the sky, and the stars in the air gradually lit up in the air.

"You said that your life is very sad, what is going on? Is there enough resources for practice?"

I should sit silently for a while and ask gently.

The servants who followed her are also self-cultivating, otherwise they do not have enough ability to do things for them or sell their lives, but these people are mostly outside disciples with relatively low status in the beasts, often worrying about resources.

Fang Xing decided to take the opportunity to educate her and said: "Yes, not all of you like a big lady..."

It should be a coincidence and smile: "I usually use the Chinese spirit to practice, do you want it?"

Said to take out three pieces of Lingshi, handed to the side of the square.

Fang Xing took a moment and thought that Xiaoye is now rewarding others with the best spirits...

It should be clever to put Lingshi in his hand and said: "Don't worry, if Elder Moye asks, I will say that I am rewarding you. If you lack resources for training, then come over and be good with me!"

After saying it, don't go too far, look at the stars in the air, silence for a while, and then gently ask: "Have you ever felt that you hate a person, but are very afraid of him?"

Fang Xing thought for a moment and said: "I have had it when I was very young. I used to have nine uncles. It was very good for me. Everyone gathered in the valley, drinking and fighting, blowing the cowhide, and the days were not happy, but then suddenly came. A very powerful guy, killing them all, I was scared to get out of the secret road, I hate him very much, but I am afraid he will catch up..."

I should have been screaming and hurriedly asked, "Why then?"

Fang Xing just wanted to say, "I slaughtered him later." Suddenly I remembered to talk about it again, and I showed my stuffing. Then I smiled and said: "I will not come to your beasts later..."

"What about the wicked?"

I should have turned my head and asked, I seem very concerned. I didn't find myself close to the side, and my eyelashes almost touched his nose.

"Later he died!"

The party line is faint.

It should be a good time to sigh and say: "It’s good, someone avenged you!" Quiet for a while, she whispered: "You are also very sad? I know you want to persuade me, the wicked will naturally be retribution. So, you don't have to go to him to avenge him. I don't really dare. I was scared when I thought of him. Sometimes I dreamed of him in the middle of the night, and I would scare to sleep again..."

As she spoke softly, her voice became lower and lower, and her head leaned against the shoulders of the square.

"If you want to sleep, go back to your room and sleep..."

"No, you let me rely on it for a while..."

"My shoulder is sour..."

Fang Xing turned to train her, but suddenly saw that it should be cleverly closed eyes, two lines of crystal clear tears hanging on the cheeks.

At this time, in the front cabin of the raft, the two women saw that the young lady did not come back. They were looking for it, but suddenly they heard it. There was a sudden aura of anger in the distance, but before the huge moon in the night sky. Suddenly, a huge silver chariot tore a cloud of ink in the air, and rumbling rushed toward the side of the raft, almost hitting it.

"No, there is a raft in front..."

Some people in the silver chariot were cold drinking, and the chariot and the chariot suddenly turned around and wiped it from the front of the boat.

However, this chariot is too big after all, it is three times the size of the boat, and it seems that it has just been teleported. When it appears, it brings out a fierce wind, and the wind is strong. Turned over, leaning on the shoulders of the square should be exclaimed, the whole person fell out, and the eyes were cold, and she pulled her back into her arms, and took it to the chariot.

"Where is the friend of the road, shocked me with the sacred sect?"

At this moment, Elder Moye, who had been meditation in the front cabin, suddenly flew out of the ark and stood up in the air.

"Oh, the beasts of the beasts? The small gate of the Bohai Kingdom? Do not want to stop the road, we are in a hurry!"

Above the chariot, there was a voice of Yu Qingqing. It seemed that the chariots had almost collided with the ark. They had some concerns, but after hearing that this was the sacred sacred sacred boat, it was loose. Tone. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!