Dragon Inside

I saw that the figure of Matori was coming out of Changhong. The people in the Zar tribe below were all changed. They were all like the enemy. Even the high priest who had a late Danyang period, his face was an instant. It’s ugly.

"This time, I would like to thank Mo Daoyou for their help. After this, my Mato tribe must be a thank you!"

Matthew's gaze was stunned. After sweeping from the Zal tribes below, he shook his fist toward the ink snake on the huge black snake, and said with a big smile.

"The Mato patriarchs are polite, and it is only a matter of raising their hands to deal with these people, not to mention that my brothers have not seen the blood for a long time, just take advantage of this opportunity to play!"

The ink snake smiled coldly, and there was fierce light in his eyes. When his voice fell, the horses behind him were sneer, looking at the eyes of the Zar tribe, revealing bloodthirsty and cruelty, as if they were looking at it. A group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the ink snake and Matorie had no scruples, the people of the Zar tribe were pale and desperate. Their Zar tribe and the Mato tribe have been close to each other, naturally it is the horror of this Matori!

"If it is only the ink snake, the old man will be able to fight for one or two, but he can also come to a Mato Lie, a full two-dimensional monk, God, this is destined to let us Zar tribe Death!!"

The high priest's look is bitter, and it is full of wrinkles, and it is a lot of old age, with a gray look in his eyes.

Even he is still so, not to mention the other Zar tribes, all of them are desperate and look sad and sad.

"How? The patriarch came personally, and your patriarch’s wife still refused to show up. Is it true that he does not put his patriarch in his eyes?"

Matori's eyes swept away and landed on the carriage in the middle of the team, sneer and said.

"The Zar tribe and the Mato tribe have always had a good relationship. When the deceased husband is alive, you also have more friendships with your predecessors. Our Zar tribes will not step into this land for a long time, and you are not willing to let us go. ?"

A sigh rang from the carriage, and when the curtain slowly pulled up, Zarqing, a plain-clothed suit, walked out of the carriage and followed Zartai, who was born behind her.

Looking at Zha Qingqing's touching and pretty face, the ink snake on the huge black snake brightened his eyes, and his eyes looked up and down Zha Qing, and his eyes flashed the meaning of sin.

"Mrs. You are talking about this. The old man has a lot of kindness with your husband. Now he is alive, leaving only your orphans and widows. The old man is naturally obliged to take care of him for one or two. Now you leave without saying goodbye, you let How can the old man rest assured that you are leaving?"

Although Matthew's words are concerned, the tone is full of chill, especially when his eyes fall on the Zartai, it is even more revealing.

Perceived the killing in Mato Lie's gaze, Zalqing's footsteps were slightly moved, and Zaltai was tightly guarded behind him, looking directly at Martower without fear.

"Predecessors, you are the head of a family, so bullying our orphans and widows, isn't it afraid of ridicule?"

Although Zalqing’s face was pale, she resisted the fear in her heart and shouted at Martolie.

Matorie heard the words, it was haha ​​laughing, laughter spread all over the world, falling into the ears of the Zal tribe, making them look more desperate.

"Is it a shame? As long as I can grow my Mato tribe, what other people's ridicules have counted! What's more, you don't listen to the old man's advice, you sneak into the territory of the Modaoyou, die in his hands, and the old man has what relationship?"

Being able to become a monk of Yuantianjing, Matorie’s mind can be simple, not only not being held by Zalqing, but rather the sarcasm of the look.

"Mato patriarchs, these Zar tribes can die, but this little lady has to leave it to me. In this desert, I have not seen such a watery little lady for a long time."

The ink snake on the huge black snake smiled and opened his mouth, and his eyes swept away from Zarqing unscrupulously, as if looking at a good treasure, without concealing his greed.

After hearing his words, Zalqing’s petite body trembled, and a faint paleness appeared on the pretty face, but he still clenched his lips tightly and suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Animals! Don't be rude to the lady!!"

At the forefront of the team, the eyes of the Ms. Mo's collar were red, and when the mouth screamed, the figure was directly rising from the sky, rushing toward the ink snake on the python's head!

Seeing that Namo’s collar suddenly shot, everyone in the Zar tribe was shocked. When they wanted to stop it, it was too late. And the ink snake standing on the head of the snake showed a scornful smile on his face.

"A small Danyang monk, dare to let go in front of me, find death!"

The voice of the ink snake fell, and the huge black snake under the seat directly spit out the scarlet long core. The thick snake tail suddenly swept away, and it was as fast as lightning on the body of the rumor.

Hey!

Mo's body suddenly flew out, and when he was heavily squatting on the ground, he picked up a piece of smoke, and in the mouth, he sprayed several blood in succession and dyed the ground red.

"Mo Tuo collar?!"

"Scorpio, Mo Tongling is the mid-term repair of Danyang, even he did not take the blow of the giant snake?!"

"Is this the day to die of our Zar tribe?!"

Looking at the miserable appearance of Mo Tongling, all the people in the Zar tribe have changed their faces. The last trace of luck in the heart is also instantly collapsed. The faces of all people are showing the color of despair.

Zha Qing’s look was as if he had thought of something, and he quickly looked at Luo Yang’s carriage, but when she saw that the carriage was calm, the look on the pretty face was also dark.

"Even if he is really a monk of Yuantianjing, I am afraid that he cannot face two people in the same situation at the same time..." Zalqing’s heart thought so, the look on his face was more and more desperate.

"Mrs. I will take the young patriarchs away. If the old man is dead, he will delay for a while!!"

When the Zah tribes were desperate, the high priest shouted in the mouth, and the whole man’s repairs ran into battle, and went straight to the ink snake.

"Burning Shouyuan? Just like an old guy, how many longevity can burn."

After the ink snake's gaze swept over the high priest, he sneered and pointed forward, and the black snake under the seat rushed out.

When the two of them played against each other, Matory, who stood in the air, blinked and his eyes fell on Zaltai behind Zalqing.

"Long night dreams, or send you on the road early!"

Matthew’s voice fell, and the right hand slammed down to the bottom. A sturdy turkey was roaring out of the air. In the blink of an eye, it was close to Zarqing’s mother and son.

Looking at the terrible earthen dragon, Zarqing’s look was desperate, and when Zaltai was in his arms, he was ready to die together.

But when the Tu Long was less than a foot away from their mother and son, they suddenly turned into flying sand, and the yellow sand rolled over, and a tall figure strolled out, and it was Luo Yang!