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In a twinkling of an eye, the whole pig has been disposed of. The landlady puts the cut pork on the chopping board and carries it into the room.
The girl was lying on the wall, staring at the movements of several people in the hospital.
After waiting for those people to leave the room, she flashed over the wall and slipped into the room.
Qiao Yanran was afraid that she found that she was far away from the pig farm. After watching her enter the door, she came to the position near the pig farm.
The smell of pig manure came to my face.
Although the pig farm has several big wolf dogs, but she is very light, and around some road, those big wolf dogs really did not find Qiao Yanran.
Qiao Yan Ran followed her and also strolled into the factory.
The workshop is very spacious.
Looking at no one around, the girl relaxed her vigilance. She swaggered to the pork stall, cut the nail size pork with a sharp knife and put it in her mouth gracefully.
Her favorite food is raw meat.
Qiao Yanran held her breath, hid behind a pillar, stretched out her hand, and a blood red sword appeared in her palm.
She is dormant in the dark, patiently waiting for the other party to put down their defense, waiting for the best time to kill.
Right now.
Qiao Yan ran almost instantaneously, the figure then moved to the position behind the girl, a sword then stabbed the woman's back heart.
Some black smelly blood trickled down the long sword and fell on the ground, which instantly eroded the ground into a small pit.
The girl's black hair turns white in an instant.
Her eyes stare at the boss, the whole head with an incredible angle, twisted over, neck elongated, toward Joe Yan ran hard bite over.
Qiao Yanran was surprised, quickly pulled out the sword, took a sword flower, and cut off her elongated neck.
"Gululu --"
the head fell to the ground, and the warm blood spilled all over the ground.
A trace of black gas, quickly from the head Baihui Point position, drilled out, is about to escape.
Qiao Yanran's hands and eyes are quick, and he pinches a secret. With a grand golden light on, the black gas is instantly disintegrated, like ice and snow melting.
[diddidi - the regional mission has been completed. Congratulations, Qiao Qiao. 】The sound of small fish ball, in a moment in Qiao Yanran's ear rings.
Qiao Yan slightly relieved.
Tight body relaxed down, wrist position, faint some pain.
The energy contained in the other person's body is much deeper than her. Moreover, Kung Fu is a kind of deviant art. It's a headache and can't be prevented.
She has won the battle experience over the past ten thousand years. Under the tempering of several times of life and death, she has a quick reaction speed and can make a quick response at the first time. Her moves are fierce and deadly.
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at Yang Baoliang's home, he was sad and happy.
The custom in the village is to bury people three days after their death. Yang Jiabao died in the middle of the night. That night is one day. Today is three days short.
They carried Yang Baoliang out of the ice coffin and put him in the coffin.
The lid of the coffin came up slowly.
"Dad! Daddy
The 13-year-old boy was crying so hard that he could not let go of his hand holding the coffin.
Friends and relatives come forward and pull the child apart.
"Nail the coffin!"
While they were talking, they took the coffin nails. Just as they were preparing to nail the coffin nails, a dull sound came from the coffin.
"Bang bang -"
the crowd was so scared that they even jumped and crawled back several meters, with dignified expression on their faces.
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In a twinkling of an eye, the whole pig has been disposed of. The landlady puts the cut pork on the chopping board and carries it into the room.
The girl was lying on the wall, staring at the movements of several people in the hospital.
After waiting for those people to leave the room, she flashed over the wall and slipped into the room.
Qiao Yanran was afraid that she found that she was far away from the pig farm. After watching her enter the door, she came to the position near the pig farm.
The smell of pig manure came to my face.
Although the pig farm has several big wolf dogs, but she is very light, and around some road, those big wolf dogs really did not find Qiao Yanran.
Qiao Yan Ran followed her and also strolled into the factory.
The workshop is very spacious.
Looking at no one around, the girl relaxed her vigilance. She swaggered to the pork stall, cut the nail size pork with a sharp knife and put it in her mouth gracefully.
Her favorite food is raw meat.
Qiao Yanran held her breath, hid behind a pillar, stretched out her hand, and a blood red sword appeared in her palm.
She is dormant in the dark, patiently waiting for the other party to put down their defense, waiting for the best time to kill.
Right now.
Qiao Yan ran almost instantaneously, the figure then moved to the position behind the girl, a sword then stabbed the woman's back heart.
Some black smelly blood trickled down the long sword and fell on the ground, which instantly eroded the ground into a small pit.
The girl's black hair turns white in an instant.
Her eyes stare at the boss, the whole head with an incredible angle, twisted over, neck elongated, toward Joe Yan ran hard bite over.
Qiao Yanran was surprised, quickly pulled out the sword, took a sword flower, and cut off her elongated neck.
"Gululu --"
the head fell to the ground, and the warm blood spilled all over the ground.
A trace of black gas, quickly from the head Baihui Point position, drilled out, is about to escape.
Qiao Yanran's hands and eyes are quick, and he pinches a secret. With a grand golden light on, the black gas is instantly disintegrated, like ice and snow melting.
[diddidi - the regional mission has been completed. Congratulations, Qiao Qiao. 】The sound of small fish ball, in a moment in Qiao Yanran's ear rings.
Qiao Yan slightly relieved.
Tight body relaxed down, wrist position, faint some pain.
The energy contained in the other person's body is much deeper than her. Moreover, Kung Fu is a kind of deviant art. It's a headache and can't be prevented.
She has won the battle experience over the past ten thousand years. Under the tempering of several times of life and death, she has a quick reaction speed and can make a quick response at the first time. Her moves are fierce and deadly.
*
*
at Yang Baoliang's home, he was sad and happy.
The custom in the village is to bury people three days after their death. Yang Jiabao died in the middle of the night. That night is one day. Today is three days short.
They carried Yang Baoliang out of the ice coffin and put him in the coffin.
The lid of the coffin came up slowly.
"Dad! Daddy
The 13-year-old boy was crying so hard that he could not let go of his hand holding the coffin.
Friends and relatives come forward and pull the child apart.
"Nail the coffin!"
While they were talking, they took the coffin nails. Just as they were preparing to nail the coffin nails, a dull sound came from the coffin.
"Bang bang -"
the crowd was so scared that they even jumped and crawled back several meters, with dignified expression on their faces.
In a twinkling of an eye, the whole pig has been disposed of. The landlady puts the cut pork on the chopping board and carries it into the room. The girl was lying on the wall, staring at the movements of several people in the hospital. After waiting for those people to leave the room, she flashed over the wall and slipped into the room. Qiao Yanran was afraid that she found that she was far away from the pig farm. After watching her enter the door, she came to the position near the pig farm. The smell of pig manure came to my face. Although the pig farm has several big wolf dogs, but she is very light, and around some road, those big wolf dogs really did not find Qiao Yanran. Qiao Yan Ran followed her and also strolled into the factory. The workshop is very spacious. Looking at no one around, the girl relaxed her vigilance. She swaggered to the pork stall, cut the nail size pork with a sharp knife and put it in her mouth gracefully. Her favorite food is raw meat. Qiao Yanran held her breath, hid behind a pillar, stretched out her hand, and a blood red sword appeared in her palm. She is dormant in the dark, patiently waiting for the other party to put down their defense, waiting for the best time to kill. Right now. Qiao Yan ran almost instantaneously, the figure then moved to the position behind the girl, a sword then stabbed the woman's back heart. Some black smelly blood trickled down the long sword and fell on the ground, which instantly eroded the ground into a small pit. The girl's black hair turns white in an instant. Her eyes stare at the boss, the whole head with an incredible angle, twisted over, neck elongated, toward Joe Yan ran hard bite over. Qiao Yanran was surprised, quickly pulled out the sword, took a sword flower, and cut off her elongated neck. "Gululu --" the head fell to the ground, and the warm blood spilled all over the ground. A trace of black gas, quickly from the head Baihui Point position, drilled out, is about to escape. Qiao Yanran's hands and eyes are quick, and he pinches a secret. With a grand golden light on, the black gas is instantly disintegrated, like ice and snow melting. diddidi - the regional mission has been completed. Congratulations, Qiao Qiao. The sound of small fish ball, in a moment in Qiao Yanran's ear rings. Qiao Yan slightly relieved. Tight body relaxed down, wrist position, faint some pain. The energy contained in the other person's body is much deeper than her. Moreover, Kung Fu is a kind of deviant art. It's a headache and can't be prevented. She has won the battle experience over the past ten thousand years. Under the tempering of several times of life and death, she has a quick reaction speed and can make a quick response at the first time. Her moves are fierce and deadly. ** at Yang Baoliang's home, he was sad and happy. The custom in the village is to bury people three days after their death. Yang Jiabao died in the middle of the night. That night is one day. Today is three days short. They carried Yang Baoliang out of the ice coffin and put him in the coffin. The lid of the coffin came up slowly. "Dad! Daddy The 13-year-old boy was crying so hard that he could not let go of his hand holding the coffin. Friends and relatives come forward and pull the child apart. "Nail the coffin!" While they were talking, they took the coffin nails. Just as they were preparing to nail the coffin nails, a dull sound came from the coffin. "Bang bang -" the crowd was so scared that they even jumped and crawled back several meters, with dignified expression on their faces.
