The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Killing the dragon god, he would not have thought that after he had slept for nearly 10,000 years, he woke up to see the second one, which is actually this sadism!

"I understand." A faint saying, he smacked the small head of Yan Yanxiao, "wait for me for ten seconds."

After all, the repair and release of Shen Yanxiao, the dragon **** who is the same as the shaking of the Achilles tendon.

"You...you...you don't come over! Come over again...you will call me again!" The dragon's horrified even the scales on his neck were erected, and the desperate expression was like a soon to be A weak girl who is violent.

If you ignore his strong and tall body...

"You... don't hit me... don't fight..." There was a glimpse of tears in the golden eyes of Dragon God.

Shen Yanxiao was completely shocked. She didn't know what happened between the Dragon God and the repair. However, seeing the Dragon God, which was just a mighty domineering, suddenly became a "hand-free chicken" in front of the repair. The girl who is weak, she said that the mood is very alarming.

In the next ten seconds, Shen Yanxiao witnessed the picture of the Dragon God being repaired by three strokes.

That picture, extremely simple and rude, bloody, don't want it.

Shen Yan Xiao Zhang opened his mouth, looked at the white dress fluttering toward his own repair, and looked at the unclear object lying on the ground...

She always knew that the repair was very powerful, but this power was built to deal with other races, but now, in the face of her face, she is beaten and has no backhand, but she is the same god. Three strokes... Three strokes, one finger does not have to move more.

The dragon **** is lying on the ground and corpse!

Shen Yanxiao finally realized that her understanding of the strength of repairing is so small.

It's no wonder that everyone who used to deal with it has used a trick.

Nima, only three strokes with the upper god, those who can overcome the trick, it is simply the supreme power of worship!

Shen Yanxiao silently wiped a bitter tear for those who died under the repair of the World of Warcraft, the strong, the palace owners.

"Okay." Xiu came to Shen Yanxiao's side, and his body's arrogance had faded. He reached out and pulled Shen Yanxiao into his arms, holding him.

In the moment when Shen Yanxiao fell into a coma, the connection between her and her was interrupted, which caused a tension in the calm heart.

Fortunately, she is still there, no one can take her away from him.

"He... is it still alive?" Shen Yanxiao swallowed and swallowed the unidentified object on the ground.

"Do you want him to die?" Raised his head and looked at Shen Yanxiao's eyes full of enquiries.

Shen Yanxiao has no doubt at all. If she nods, Xiuzhen will go over and kill the dragon god.

The unidentified object lying on the ground shook after hearing the inquiry.

"I don't want to." Shen Yanxiao shook his head quickly.

"Then let him live."

Shen Yan Xiao Yu, Grandpa, are you really so good? This is a good family. You only have a lot of same people. Is it really okay for you to kill the killer?

Just as Shen Yanxiao was speechless, a wretched figure fluttered to the side of the unidentified object.

"Master, can you eat this?" I don't know when it happened. He kneels beside the "Dragon God" and pokes his face with an unrecognizable soul.