After all, it is even more impossible for the young people who have killed the Chinese people to deny seeing each other’s ornaments. It must be a fat sheep.

Chapter one hundred and thirteen Seven nights
Chinese youth look cold ao eyes staring at those who came around the conference semifinals.
Every conference semifinal was stared at by his eyes as if he had fallen into a cold ice cave, and he wanted to continue cursing, but he dared not spit out a word.
Not only the conference semifinals but also the ordinary people who came to join in the fun can feel all the temperament of Chinese youth.
These conference semifinals tremble as if they had provoked the wrong people.
The Chinese youth said with a very indifferent tone, "Do you still want to ask us for compensation?"
His cold voice is like a piece of ice and a piece of iron, and the indifferent and indifferent taste makes people tremble.
"No … dare not"
These conference semifinals were shivering with fear from his power.
The Chinese youth withdrew their momentum, although it was still cold, but there was no such thing as death.
Several conference semifinals are holding each other and preparing to flee.
At this time, the Chinese youth hung a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, holding down the waist sword like a fleeting glimpse. This group of conference semifinals rarely screamed, and a head was thrown high and fell into the crowd, attracting several screams.
Murder in the downtown area
This is a hundred times more sensational than just killing someone by a young horse in China.
No matter how dare you join in the fun, everyone will run clean.
The people in the imperial capital live comfortably and have seen such a bloody situation.
Next to the restaurant and teahouse, the whole street suddenly became quiet.
There is only one man and one horse left in the silent strip.
No, suddenly, this magical horse made a loud noise than the horse, and the nose and nostrils rushed to the ground with white gas, and then dispersed, and a huge figure was reflected in his eyes.
He is not tall, but a little taller than a horse. The street is not strong, but it is like a lofty mountain.
The breeze blows his clothes and floats with it to this towering mountain, but he can’t say how proud he is.
"My name is Seven Nights, Chinese Valentine’s Day and Seven Nights."
"It seems that this is not the place to talk."
Seven nights nodded to return to the strip, and two people shook their bodies and reached a high platform.
Surrounded by a circular palace wall, you can see a large fantastic and magnificent building complex in the distance, which is the imperial city.
This is the Taijing Temple of Heaven, a high platform dedicated to heaven, with a circumference of 365 feet and a height of three feet.
The dragon head of the imperial city is right here
The two of them can see that the dragon, who is almost alive, must be divided into dragon eyes and angry eyes, and the scales are shining, dignified and deep.
Li Zhichang’s hands are full of casual charm.
The more leisurely he spent seven nights, the more prepared he became.
Man and horse unite to form a whole.
The black horse now looks more like a black dragon’s snow-white hoof giving birth to clouds.
One man and one horse slowly stopped the virtual violation of the inherent gravity of the earth.
It seems that the whole person grows horses for seven nights.
I don’t know whether the dark horse’s breathing fluctuates with his breathing or whether he is driven by the dark horse’s breathing.
What’s more, their breathing is almost in harmony with the pulse of the earth.
This is a difficult feeling. It seems that at this moment, the earth is no longer a dead thing, but also a living and agile creature.