Chapter 20: Lessons (2)
Lesson 20 Lessons (2)
Letting the night clear his attention is not his handsome appearance, but his introverted eyes.
Deep in the ink, it makes people look at it and can't see through his emotions.
The night fell quickly and moved closer to him, the people on both sides, one by one to avoid the road.
Only the man, leisurely and swaying the folding fan, stood still.
The night fell close to him, and the hand was probed. The fingertips had already taken the folding fan in the man's hand: "The son, let me use it!"
The handle fan is very good.
The night fell to the tip of the finger and played a few times, quite smooth.
"Good! Seven sisters, how can you be worthy of your identity as a minor sect? Since you are so dissatisfied with discipline, don't blame the big sister's unrequited love!" The small face of the night, the flowery jade, has shown a slight distortion.
If you say the first whip, you can avoid it at night, it is likely to be lucky.
Then the second whip... It is absolutely impossible to escape by luck alone!
Her psychedelic whip has never been lost!
No one has ever escaped the illusion of her creation!
When did the little monk become so powerful?
Looking at the night's blood-staining eyes, the shallow back of the night, suddenly cool, the forehead actually oozing a few drops of cold sweat.
She is afraid of heart.
The object that made her fear... it was the night.
Consistently arrogant, the night is shallow, how can I not admit that I have a fear of a waste.
Xuanqi shocked, and the long whip in his hand was even more violent.
At the bottom of my eyes, killing is rampant.
"Big sister also knows that I am a small lord?" The night fell sneer, this time did not avoid, the fingertips moved the folding fan, head-on.
Her footwork is extremely strange, and it can accurately calculate the curvature of the night and the soft whip, as well as the position of the armpit, cleverly avoiding the attack of the soft whip.
Everyone can only see a red silhouette, such as a magnificent sunset, fleeting.
Then blinking, the feather fan in the hands of the night, open and close, gather together, directly wrapped around the soft whip in the hands of the night.
The soft whip is stretched between the two.
"Night clear!" The night is light and unbelievably wide-eyed, and the wrist is hard, trying to pull back the soft whip.
No matter how much strength she used, she couldn’t get back the soft whip.
This... how is this possible?
"Big sister, don't worry, it's a good show... this is just the beginning!"
Immediately, I saw the night and the hands of the fans, the folding fan in the hand, like a self-consciousness.
She loosened the fan handle, and the folding fan automatically rotated. Like a fan, she quickly turned and wrapped the soft whip completely around the fan handle.
A two-meter-long soft whip, the time was rolled up, leaving only half.
The folding fan continued to rotate, and when it was wrapped around the whip head with a long whip at night, a strong force forced the soft whip to be forced at night.
The soft whip came out of the hand in the clear night, and the palms spread out at night, and the folding fan automatically returned to her palm.
"Big sister, this weapon is really good, or the supreme level." The night clears the tip of the finger and strokes the soft whip wrapped around the folding fan, a purple light, Yingying flashes.
Supreme level?
The eyes of the people were shining, and they stared at the soft whip for a moment.
You can't use the weapons of the supreme level, you can also enjoy your eyes!
"Seven sisters..." The night's shallow heart beat suddenly and fearfully, and the voice trembled.
If you haven't finished talking, you will see the face and kneel down to a black shadow.
"what--"
A sharp scream rang out from the shallow mouth of the night.
Her hands covered her face, and blood oozing from her fingers.
(End of this chapter)
