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He looks a little depressed, but he is still calm and calm.
A pair of eyes as deep as the sea, with a trace of anger boiling inside at this moment: "I have never taught you to kill an enemy like this!"
She is not killing the enemy, she is simply seeking death![
Shahua lowered her eyes and smiled faintly: "Thank you, Holy Lord, for your help."
Hua Wuxiang's eyes narrowed, and he sent out a wave of light to scatter the attacking demon soldiers.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he didn't know whether it was a smile or anger: "You don't even want to call Master?"
"The Holy Lord has expelled Shahua from the school."
She raised her eyes to look at him, but her eyes did not fall on him.
The tone was calm and told the truth.
The flowers are fragrant and suffocating,
"Madam, madam, are you okay?"
Feng Yunhuang finally came over to join Shahua.
Although his kung fu is not as high as Shahua's.
But with Shahua taking the lead, the pressure on him to face the enemy from behind was naturally much less.
He easily hugged Shahua's slender waist and thanked Hua Wuxiang with a smile: "Thank you, Holy Lord, for saving my wife."
Shahua was not used to his affectionate actions.
He twisted around, got out of his arms, and went to kill the enemy again.
A look of embarrassment flashed in Feng Yunhuang's eyes.
Hua Wuxiang glanced at him indifferently, coldness condensed in her eyes, and said coldly: "No matter how powerful she is, she is still a woman. You, the majestic young master of the Phoenix Clan, let a woman take the lead for you?!"
The words stepped on his sore foot, and Feng Yunhuang's face turned red.
He retorted: "Back then, you didn't ask her to fight for you on the edge of a knife. We were each other..."
Before he could finish his cheerful words, Hua Wuxiang grabbed him by the collar.[
Compared with Hua Wuxiang, his kung fu is simply not on the same level.
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After struggling twice, he couldn't break free. Hua Wuxiang was lifted up in front of his eyes like an eagle catching a chicken.