When Jin Ling and Wu Tiannu were fighting, in order to avoid her attack, he rolled a few laps on the ground, and now he looks embarrassed.
jiangchengDon't you have a signal on you! What did you encounter, what are you doing? Don't get over here!
Jiang Cheng grabbed Jin Ling as soon as he came up.
jinlingDidn't you make me have to kill her.
Miss is dissatisfied!
jiangchengDare to talk back!
The bear child does not fight for a day, and goes to the room to uncover the tiles!
The others had just been bullied by Wen Ning and didn't look much better.
Jiang Cheng glanced around at them.
jiangchengWhat is it that kills you so decently.
"Sect Master, Wen Ning, it's Ghost General Wen Ning back!"
jiangchengHow is it possible, this thing has long been bruised, how can it come back.
"We can't be wrong! It's Ghost General Wen Ning who is back!"
"It's him, the masked man. He played the flute to summon Wen Ning out."
"Then, it was her, the woman in white with the veil. She called Wen Ning away."
A wave of people testified against us both.
You might not believe it...
Jiang Cheng looked at me and Wei Ying standing together, with thousands of emotions in his eyes and turbulent waves.
jiangchengOK, you are back.
Wei Wuxian, Xiang Wuyou, you are back!
Jiang Cheng clenched his fist.
In his hand, purple electricity gathered and condensed into a long whip.
Looking at his movements, I remembered the whip in the city that never sleeps, and I was afraid and shouted subconsciously.
xiangfenglingDon't hit me!
Facts have proved that Jiang Cheng really wanted to hit people, and the purple electricity was about to fall on us.
weiyingLittle fish, hide!
Wei Ying quickly ground marketing me, we dodge the whip together.
I sat on the ground in embarrassment, and the original elegant white skirt fell to the ground, piling up a pile of yarn.
My eyes were a little dull.
Sixteen years later, he still likes to use purple electricity to pump people casually.
Did you know that it really hurts to hit someone with purple electricity?
Jiang Cheng's second whip came towards Wei Ying alone.
Immediately afterwards, the familiar sound of the piano sounded, and Jiang Cheng's whip was bounced away by the blue spiritual power.
I suddenly looked up at the source of the sound, and so did Wei Ying.
White clothes, wipe the forehead, shelter from dust.
There is no doubt that it is Lan Zhan.
...
jiangchengLan Wangji, how dare you stop me!
If I don't stop you, do I watch you scourge Wei Ying?
I am also indignant.
Could it be that Jiang Cheng's IQ has declined after sixteen years?
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tuziI heard you want to drink bubble tea? Give you a sheep.