The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

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"I want two glutinous cakes." A young man in a blue dress was coming over, and 抠抠索索 took out two pennies from his arms and took it on the cake stall. The young man's clothes are thin and his body is weak. It seems that he is afraid of the cold, his body is shrunk, and his hands are quickly gathered into the sleeves.

“I’ll be right away.” The thick face tried hard to squeeze a smile, which is the best way to thank the guests who take care of their business. "The snow in the winter last year has been going down for three months. This year, I am afraid that it will be too tight. Xiaoxiu should pay attention to the body, but don't freeze it. If you want to test the champion."

"Under the big uncle Ji Yan." The young man said with a smile: "However, the champion is not everyone can test."

"I saw the astuteness of Xiao Xiu's face. It is a great blessing. It must be admitted to the champion."

"That would be grateful. If my red sleeves can be admitted to the show, I will come over to the uncle's inscription. If this is a cake, it will be renamed as the champion."

The young man reached for the cake, and the cake was hot and hot. It seemed that the young man was afraid and didn't dare to touch it.

"Xiao Xiu is the skin tender and tender." Uncle looked at the palm of Xiao Xiu's hand and said: "Don't be afraid, eat hot."

"Thank you for your uncle." Xiao Xiu reached out to pick up the cake.

Among the electric light and flint, the young man has already buckled the wrist of the uncle.

"You are not a show." Uncle's eyes are like a knife, looking at Xiao Xiu Cai's eyes.

"You are not selling glutinous cakes." Xiao Xiucai's face still smiles.

"Do you know who I am and dare to start with me?"

"Not just you - all the wolf wild dogs that Song’s stockings are dead."

When Xiaoxiu spoke, five fingers suddenly gave birth to five spikes. The five spikes were fiercely stabbed to the throat of Uncle Uncle.

boom--

The uncle of the cake broke out with lightning, and he grabbed the arm that Xiao Xiu was murderous. Five spikes are about to reach the neck of Dahan, but it is hard to move forward.

"Xiao Xiucai was originally a little girl, afraid that the strength is not big enough?" The face of the cake is full of ridicule.

"The one who is more energetic is the coward." The smile on Xiao Xiu's face is even more strange. "I am a killer."

At the time of speaking, Xiao Xiu’s five fingers that buckled the wrist of the big man also grew sharp spikes.

咔嚓——

Xiao Xiu was forced to go down, and one of the arm of the cake was cut off by him.

"what--"

The cake is full of pain and screams.

Taking advantage of his unsteady mind, the five spikes of Xiao Xiu's fingers pierced his chest.

嚓——

The sound of the flesh being split is heard -

"The boss wife, buy a box of rouge -"

"Which box does Miss like?"

"The boss wants to recommend one."

"I think this box of sakura is good, smear it to make the skin white and tender, like a cherry blossom petal -"

"Is it? The boss asked me to try it out -"

"No problem. The lady is so beautiful, the rouge applied to our family must be very beautiful-"

The proprietress unscrewed the rouge box, rubbed a little bit of rouge with the tip of her finger, and then smeared it toward the guest’s face—

嚓——

I only feel a pain in my abdomen.

When she lowered her head, a slender dagger was breaking into her belly.

"you you--"

"Rouge is very good." The girl took the rouge box from the boss and said softly: "I like it."

Yihongyuan.

"Guest officer, please inside - this man can have a good girl, can I arrange it for you?"

嚓——

Nuo's head has fallen to the ground.

"Ah - killing -"

"Helping you - saving lives -"

"Running -" -

The hi word on the window is still red, and the red silk on the beam is also extremely dazzling. The red lanterns hanging at the door are burning, and the white wolf oil is added to the fire to keep the fire lasting and vigorous, and it also emits a refreshing fragrance. Even the clothes of all the tribes of the Song Dynasty are all new, and there is a fresh smell of new satin under the sniff.

The home of the heyday, every detail can be seen.

However, all of this seems to be ironic and dazzling at this time. Unbearable.

Song's Mansion. The Song clan gathered together.

Just now, I was still happy with the lights. The laughter and the gathering of guests. All the high-ranking officials came to congratulate the family, and even the monarchs with high west winds came to drink a cup of tea. This is the time when Song once again demonstrated his supreme authority and glory threshold to Tiandu City and even the entire Westwind Empire.

However, no one thought of it, the world is unpredictable and unpredictable.

A group of people who were still swaying in front of people, and a moment of effort fell from heaven to hell.

"The old gods - can there be news?" Song Zhongmou asked in a loud voice.

At this time, Song Zhongmou stood in the middle of the lobby, tall and tall, but his cheeks were extremely thin. The five senses gave people a feeling of cutting axe.

Song Zhongmou's expression is calm and calm, and his back is as straight as a pine. If Song Lonely is the soul of the Song family, Song Zhongmou is the leading wolf of the Song family. The wolves are tearing the tiger, and there is no benefit.

As the patriarch of the Song family, he must be restrained and calm at this time. If he followed the panic, who can save Song? I am afraid that it was the Song family who was really slammed down to the ground.

"There was no news back." Song Weidong whispered. "I have sent six batches of people to visit the old gods, but after the six batches of people went, they had no news. The young master stopped the squad and rushed to the city defense camp to prepare for the grandfather. - Until now, no news has come back."

"Can you go to the city defense camp to inquire?" Song Zhongmou's brows were slightly picked, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was stronger. The old gods lived outside the city. The Song government sent six groups of people to visit the old gods. But no one came back to inform the news.

What does this mean?

This shows that the Song Dynasty has been surrounded by people, as long as it is out of the Song Dynasty, people will soon be removed from the trail, no one is spared.

"Who dares to do this?" Song Zhongmou thought about the answer to this question in his heart. This feeling is very bad, and he is very scared, the enemy is currently, Song has been wrapped in dumplings, but did not know who the enemy is -

Is it just a little dragon?

This is impossible.

Xiaolong did have strength, and Lu’s also buried some pieces in Tiandu City. However, if only those people are not enough to shake the foundation of the Song.

It’s hard to imagine outsiders, how deep is the Song’s foundation in this city, and how many Song’s masters lie in the front of Xuanwu Street?

The buns shop, the owner of the rouge shop, the brave man who sells the cakes, and the girl Guigong of the Ziyu House and Yihongyuan.

If anyone dares to be unfavorable to Song, it is not necessary to use the internal staff of Song Dynasty to force them to smash them into slag.

However, now the people in the government are not able to get out, and no one can come in and ventilate the letter -

That would prove that all of these people were killed.

"People went to the city defense camp, and there was no news to pass back." Song Weidong replied cautiously: "The city defense commander Zhang Siyuan is our person, and he should be there - there should be no problem?"

"Until now, there is no news. Do you still think that Zhang Siyuan is our person?" Song Zhongmou’s eyes finally showed a murderous murder. He said coldly: "With Zhang Siyuan’s ability, Tianducheng has such a thing, can he still be To be in the dark? If he knows everything, but he does not move according to the big camp - his mind is worthy of speculation."

Song Zhongmou did not know that the Song family's old **** Song and Lonely had been settled, so he still had great hopes for Song's ability to survive this sadness. Moreover, he did not fully predict how severe the matter has developed.

Because in his heart, the old gods will not die.

As long as the old gods are not dead, what kind of climate can the few ghosts and ghosts who occasionally jump out can get into it? How many dangers did the Song suffered in the millennium, and this time it is really nothing compared to the previous experiences -

However, they are all trapped in the heavens, or are they trapped in the Song Dynasty. What happened outside? The old gods - should there be nothing?

"Or - I went out for a walk?" Song Weidong said out loud. "I went to the city defense camp to see what happened to the Yungong son in the city defense camp. Nothing is naturally better. If something happens, I can also help a little. When we stop the Yunzi, we lead. Thousands of unicorns go to the old house to guard the old gods, and the difficulties faced by the family can be solved."

Song Zhongmou indulged in a moment and said: "Alright. Someone has to go out and see what happened. Weidong, I will now send you half of the government in the house, and they will protect your safety. If it stops the cloud. If something happens, they can also help, and there will be no problem if they think about it -"

"Master, I only have two or three people. Others are still staying in the government."

"How? Do you think anyone dared to come to my Song family to come to the wild? If that is the case, our Song is not far from the period of extinction -" Song Zhongmou said with arrogance: "The old **** is still there, who dares to do this Bad things? Don't they want the head on the neck?"

Gu Qinglin, who has been sitting next to him and said nothing, said: "Yes. If the situation is gorgeous, it will not be so bad. Just stop the cloud and get out of trouble, or the old **** knows what is happening in the city." - Those who are small will automatically disappear."

The voice did not fall, and the sound of the shackles came from outside the Song Dynasty.

A small cockroach flew in and yelled: "Master, lord - our Song government was surrounded by people -"