The Daily Life of the Immortal King

For any girl, the two thighs are picked up, which is a very shameful thing. The white-skin girl is naturally the same. Now she has no time to take care of the problem of fighting. She covers her face with her hands and is completely in a state of being overwhelmed.

The last person who showed this state was a literary girl on the bank of the river. The postures and expressions of the two men almost achieved a high degree of overlap between time and space and the dimension, so that Wang Ling couldn’t help but secretly clap his hands and sigh.

Obviously, the white-skin girl is a wave loser. As a scabbard, she and Jing Ke are the same, and the real combat power is similar to that of Jing Ke. However, as a scabbard, the white sheath girl forgot her identity as a scabbard.

The scabbard is there to protect the sword itself.

But the white-skinned girl just fought to the madness, and turned the cart before the horse, and actually wanted to press the sword body under him. This made Jing Ke have to launch his own passive skills “Jing Ke thorn king” … This trick, in fact, was originally created to limit the power of the scabbard.

The stratified space dissipated, everything in the vicinity was restored, and the broken world returned from the moment the stratified space was lifted, as if nothing had happened. The broken earth and the smoke filled up during the battle. The smell, everything disappeared.

The white-skinned girl is sitting on the chair with her knees on her knees. She is not noisy, nor is it noisy. She has lost the arrogance of the first arrogant, just pressing the cap on her head very low and low, and then it started very The sob of the rhythm: “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey…”

Although it is sobbing, but the white sheath girl is not a tear.

“Does the white-skin girl want to say something?” Zhuo scratched his head.

He suspects that this is not crying at all, but what he wants to express, and when someone is crying, he still carries notes! Same as a Morse code! No… This is simply the Moss sword code.

Jing Ke stood next to her and said with a blank expression: “She said, I have no face to see anyone.”

Wang Ling, Fang Xing, two dogs: “…”

“Oh! Hey! Hey!!”

“She said, I am killing myself, jumping from here, not going, going to be my scabbard.”

“…”

“Oh ah! Oh ah! Oh ah!”

“She said that she is not in love with her brothers and sisters. It is a good result.”

“…”

In fact, this is not the first time that the white-skin girl is crying. When the general manager does not give the game, the white-skin girl is also the virtue. However, for the Moss sword code issued by the white-skinned girl, the gold store manager could not understand a word.

After all, although the origin of the white sheath is special, it is still a little girl.

Usually, when the little girl is crying, most of them have metaphors in them.

But this is not the way.

They can’t ask any information, and naturally they can’t understand the heart of the white-skinned girl.

The only thing I know is that the white sheath is still in love with urban life and is not willing to return to make a well-behaved scabbard.

They are painstakingly looking for scabbards, and the purpose is naturally to return to the scabbard.

But you can’t use “strong” for girls!

These are the things you want me to do!

“White girl, you cry like this, only Jing Ke adults can understand. You have to calm down, and then say your own demands, everyone wants to solve the problem together.” Zhuoyi bitterly persuaded.

Then he pushed Fang to wake up.

Wake up: “???”

Zhuo Yisheng: “Wang Xing’s classmates… The happiness of Jing Ke’s adults is also related to Master’s happiness. The state of your man’s body is the most favorite of the little girl, and everything depends on you!”

To be honest, it was rejected at the beginning.

Fang Xing is actually a person who is quite vengeful. Before the white sheath, he spit his gender, which made him feel very unhappy.

“White Night” is his father’s unique secret technique. After the use, the gender change is also helpless. He used this to attack him personally, which directly led to Fang Xing’s impression of the white sheath girl from the beginning. It becomes a negative number.

But a superb sentence reminded him.

The sword follows the master…

Between the sword and the master, there has been an inseparable connection since ancient times.

This is like the old-fashioned squatting girl around the ages. The girls naturally have to care about their own happy life. If they are good, the girl will be happy.

So, it’s all in the face of Wang Ling!

So, Fang woke up and he still planned to put his head on his head.

“White sheath girl, what are you unhappy, you can find me to tell me. My chest is for the girl.”

Woke up with his golden hair, and then a gentleman extended a hand to the white sheath.

After about a few minutes, the white sheath stopped sobbing, and she looked up and stared, and her eyes became hollow.

This scene makes everyone happy.

Actually it worked?

Still a girl!

Zhuoyi secretly smiled, and when he just sighed, he was awake, but when he was a girl killer, he knew that the white sheath suddenly opened his hand and awake: “The mud is playing! I don’t talk to the dead man!”

Wake up (p ̄ ̄): “I knock you…”

“Fang wake up classmates calm!” Zhuo Yi quickly stepped forward, and he woke up and hugged the side.

“Let me go! I am going to make a decision with her today!”

“…”

Everyone knows that at the moment, the party is awake and the heart is broken.

Everyone has pain.

The pain of waking up is also very helpless for the other person to wake up. This is what his father left for him.

For a while, the room was selected for silence.

The white sheath knew that he had made a mistake and buried his head in his knee.

As the store manager said, these years, the white sheath was raised by his side, and he was used to being free and sloppy, and the attribute of this poison tongue was also heard by the group of “chicken teammates” when playing games. Inspired. So that the “poison tongue” has become a habit of white sheath.

The term “dead slut” is indeed excessive.

But in fact, the white sheath is unintentional, she just just did not want to let her wake up close to herself… I didn’t expect to blurt out and become a dead demon.

“White sheath girl, things have reached this point, you may wish to say it directly, what are your wishes?” Zhuo looked at the white sheath and said: “In fact, if you return, it does not mean that you will lose your freedom, you can still play yourself. The game you want to play. No one will restrain you. But you can’t forget that you and Jan Ke are the same.”

“What wishes are you?”

“What a wish can be.” Nodded nodded.

The white sheath looked up and instantly came to the spirit: “I want to develop a game!”