第一百一十八章 (第2/3页)

myback，holdingyun-feisong，isflyingintotheair，thegroundfirebegantofadeaway，butthesecondbutthesoldierishit.

    Spreadthefiredidn‘t，afterall，justonthegroundthatlayerofplantoils，insmallclubswillallwrappedinabubble，weflyintotheskydisappearedinpeople‘ssight.

    WuQiaotookustothearena.

    Twoblackafterfallingintotherestaurant，andmycontactagaindisappeared，canconfirmitnow，thereareindeedcanisolatetheperception.

    Everythingjustlikeadream，twoblackfromappearedtoleave，sojustforamoment.

    Butletthegamechangedcompletely.

    NotsavethemaskedHanJieletmyinthemindveryafflictive，Inowhowsomother-in-lawmother，astrangewoman，onlyoncewithme，diedie，soafflictive

    Butshediedwhenlookatmyeyes...

    Iwanttogivethebodyoflawfindawaytorecharge，Iresolvetoletthegreengirlcangrowup，ofcourse，whitefishbead.

    WuQiaoflyveryhigh，thefollowingthecrowdismoreandmoresmall，thecattlepenisdiedwithout

    Twoblacksavedjess，whyisheback

    Doeshestillwanttocontinuetoplotthearena

    Sureenough，WuQiaoalsoflewtowardsthearena，IaskedhowWuQiaoflybackagain.

    WuQiaosays，istwoblackjusttellhimintheair，let‘sgobacktohere，saidsongwillshelterusinthefamily.

    Butthat“YanYan“isalsolookingforthebaldbusinessman.

    Morning，WuQiaobehindmybacktothearena，andwestillgothereatthistime，whenwearrivedatthesky，underthearenatherearealotofflags，alotofpeoplearegatheredtothere，arenasouthgateisalongqueue.

    Mybellyisgoogoo，atthebeginning，inthelandoftheworkunderthewarandpestilence，failure，alargefamilydonothaveenoughtoeatriceeveryday，theoldandherfamily，likefeedthechickenseveryday，giveyourselfsmallflesheatcornandvegetablesleaf.

    Here，atlastalittlebitbetter，buttostayortogohungry，weareatthetopofthearenaofcirculararc，WuQiaowingswithairflow，makethefollowingclothtopblownover.

    Thosewhogodowntothepeoplelookedupandlookedaround，surprisedtofindthatdifferencesareapowerfulcyclonewherecomeof.

    IhurriedlyfromWuQiaobackslidedownbelowaplatform，seeyun-feisong，creaturecancharmanyonethereatthesametime，afaceofsmokecolor，hairintanglessomeanxiousburnt，clothesalotoutofirregularholeinthefire.

    Radiatetheflavouroftheburnpighair，hermindisnotclear，alsodon‘tknowislostconsciousnessintheair，orarewefromthefiretosaveher，waschokingsmokewithoutconsciousness.

    I‘mWuQiaohidinginthisplatform，likecitybuttresshehiddenbodybecameveryweak，nowisnolongercandeceivepeoplevisual，lookslikeacloudoflightsmoke，whilefuzzybutIstillcanseethatthereisamassofthings...

    Ipickupyun-feisong‘sshoulder，