“Look at what my old man is doing. “

The old man, like a stirring stick, opened his mouth again, and looked at the beautiful woman, the ancient emperor, who had scales on the demon's arms.

"Look, the young man is right, he's brainless, he's staring at you, and he's staring at you, and you're going to make him a nurse."

At this time, the old man looked at the sky.

"You don't think right, the little girl with the rare snake blood is a virgin and can't be a nanny."

between the words.

The old man looked below the sky.

He also looked at several female holy kings and women with a high human form.

"Blessed are you, this young man is big, and according to my experience, seven times a night is fine."

Then the old man looked at a few non-human beings.

“That inhuman young man is going to eat you, steaming red and stir-fry...”

God is wrong.

This little old man is tough!

I really want to read, and I have to learn.

“Oh!”The old man stood still, and the boy's brain circuit was strange.

After he had finished speaking, the thirty-two holy kings were furious, staring fiercely at the sky, and also stare fiercely at the broken old man.

This is the right rhythm.

Dao Tianjun is different, he did not feel ashamed that his thoughts were said?Wasn’t he afraid to blow up the nerves of so many people for him?None of this, but rather to learn your own mind-reading?

"Funny."

The old man whispers, and his old face smiles.

"You're very nice, old man, I'm interested, and I'll show you that those people hate you."The old man said, there is no number at all, he was also hated half dead.

"That little girl, the red-haired one, she wants to smoke you, the kind of whip and whip, and the one with the head of the faucet, he wants to eat you too."

The king was surprised.

“Oh, hey!”

Suddenly, the old man screamed.

He looked at the head of the faucet, “Did you put your sister-in-law and aunt to sleep?”

After that, he looked at some holy kings.

"You killed your master and stole his treasure."

"Oh, old man, I have a headache, and I don't listen."

"How could he have killed his own sister and slept with his brother-in-law?"

The old man's brain hurts, and he doesn't want to listen to his heart.

The kings who were named by the old man trembled.

Especially the last one.

His body trembled, not afraid, angry, his eyes on the old man, as if to weigh whether to kill the old man.

All the Saints are confused.

Their anger instantly subsided.

Because they heard something.

It is the demon-daughter-in-law who has forgotten the anger of Dao Tianjun asking her to be a nanny, and it looks strange.

That man is a man!

In the subconscious, there was a male ancestor king who distanced himself from the human holy king.

No wonder he just came here.

I didn’t want to kill you, I wanted to sleep!

The eyes of Dao Tianjun stared at the old man, and he did not want the twelve immortals of the day.

You have to get the mind-reading method!!

This is definitely zhu: āng'b-i artifact.

And the side of the wind is not fart dare to let go, shivering.

The mysterious old man is terrible.

Fang Feng’s mind kept chanting the meditative mantra and did not dare to think about other things.

Afraid of a bad one, the old man stared at him.

“Okay, let’s talk.”

The old man seemed to be a little tired, and his ass sat on the ground, not on the plate, but one foot side by side, like an old rascal.

“Tell me about Nima!”

Thirty-two holy kings were cursed with their hearts.

I said this before, I didn’t see you on the subject, a strong huh.

"The outside world should be a difficult time, your so low cultivation, although not good, but in the present should be good, can come here is fate, then the next start the topic."

"Answer me three questions, who speak the most beautiful, the most comfortable for the elderly, who can get one of the twelve immortals of the day."

“What!”

The people were astonished.

The thirty-two holy kings did not know what this monument was.

The moment I heard the twelve immortals, everyone's expression changed, and the eyes burst into fine.

"But before this, the old man, I want to clean up some people, hide their heads, and even have no momentum for the idea of coming out, it is not suitable for inheritance, go away."

The old man’s last words fell.

The void is a ripple.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“What power is this...”

“Shit.”

In the void, a figure emerges, and they rush to the original entrance as if they were comets.

The blink of an eye disappears.

There is no special fluctuation, no power to destroy the world.

One by one, the great saints were forcibly sent out of this mysterious world, which shocked the hearts of the thirty-two holy kings.

The wind is stiff.

What did he see?The Twelve Saints!

Absolutely not wrong.

Twelve figures, each breath is so magnificent, majestic, are the characters in the annals of history.

They were so strangely sent out.

“This.”Thirty-two holy kings were cold.

They are still small for this old man.

The old man was mysterious, and they knew that this man was definitely in them.

Maybe the Great Saint.

But it will not be strong again, after all, the dark saint seems to have not been found.

This is definitely an immortal demon!

At the same time.

Some people think of the old man’s words.

He lived the old days? he was the old pillar.

Is it all true, is it a great warrior?

Before the mythological era, the weapons of the unrecorded era existed.

All sorts of thoughts emerge.

The outside.

Twelve great saints stood in the sky, and the wind blew.

The atmosphere is depressing and there is no cloud.

They stared at the abyss of the void, not healing, and could enter, but who was driving in now.

The old man was so weird!

No backhand force was sent out.

"Who is he, really an artifact?"A golden ancient saint who came out of the ancient earth of heaven and corpses whispered low.

He had not seen the great-grandson.

It is the most powerful weapon in the world, and it is also the most powerful weapon in the world.

And the spiritual wisdom in them is no less than people, but they have a drawback, the spirit is ultimately an artifact, how can there be a human being, how can there be human life breath.

“Maybe.”

A great saint who also witnessed the great saint of the ancient army was uncertain.

What now?

This question haunts people’s minds.

Wait!

Soon people thought.

Just this moment.

The calm atmosphere became strange.

The cultivation of one of the twelve immortals day and day celestial bodies, so heavy treasure everyone wants, and the monk has less meat, the situation is obvious.

Everyone is a tiger.

As for learning the twelve immortals together, this can only be a joke.

Humanity is selfish!

The old monsters who have lived for countless years are no exception.

The less powerful the physique, the better, because as you learn together, the more you know, the more you know the strengths and weaknesses of this physique, the strengths are known to be okay, and the situation of weaknesses is not good.

The great saints of the ancients became clear.

Even between the people and the people, there is a different atmosphere between the ancient saints and the great saints.

"It's such a treasure that we should share together."

“Yes.”

“Consent.”

Several saints were speaking out, and the people agreed.

It is just that every strong heart is sneer, which is just a surface.

inside.

The old man was smiling.

“The first question.”

When he spoke, the people were enthralled.

“I am handsome.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Answer my question.”Old man laughs.

Dao Tianjun admires that this fascinating operation cannot be learned.

The twelve immortals day and day celestial inheritance, with such a problem in the end can be tested what.

Who will shoot your ass the most?

“Come here.”The old man pointed to a holy king.

The man went over.

He spoke again.

“The handsome!”

The old man smiled and seemed satisfied.

The Holy King breathed a sigh of relief.

It's that simple.

Others frowned, unable to hear or see the mouth.

When the Holy King came out, it was as if the old monk had settled, looked at the nose and nose, and did nothing.

He didn’t mean to risk the answer.

The old man named again.

One Holy King and King of the Ancients passed away.

They are all talking, some people have a short time, some people have a long time.

And for a long time, Dao Tianjun obviously saw the old man's expression change, from indifferent to smile, then the eyes of the blowing, and then the look slowly faded, slowly the look became stiff, and finally gradually distorted.

The old man was as tired as he had finished the original movement, swinging his hand.

The king came out.

At this time.

There are ancestors in communication, and there are also holy kings.

It’s not that no one wants to communicate, but someone chooses to communicate.

The wind came over, and he had just been questioned.

The answer is simple.

“I am handsome.”

"You're super handsome, handsome if you're the emperor or the emperor."

This is the answer.

“What did you say?”God's questioning.

The wind shook its head, and the face was embarrassed.

How to answer.

Shame on the answer, okay.

He felt his old face be lost.

He also guessed that it was a shameful answer.

I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional.

The old man left the rabbi at the end.

He walked over and sat down.

“I am handsome.”

"The rich woman happy ball."

“Huh?”I'm handsome."

"The rich woman brushes the fun."

“I am handsome.”

"The egg."

“I am handsome.”

“****.”

“I am handsome.”

“The old man carted.”

...

An hour passed.

"I'm walking on the horse and saying I'm handsome."

"The old tree."

“...”

“You go.”

“Good.”

Then he stood up and walked out.

The old man's expression from the twist, blinking into the fairy duct bone.

"The question is over, and the next question is the second."

The people looked at the old man and were surprised.

If they say they know.

That was because they vaguely seemed to see the old man talking all the time.

It’s too late, people are listening again...

...