Some people sneer, others scoff.
In the past life, the people still sold him a face of confusion. This so-called courtyard is a messed-up person.
"Xu Hu is gone?"
Xiahou Bo also flashed a trace of anger and disappointment in his eyes. "If Ji can leave without keeping the rules, it will save me the trouble!"
Say and look at the next to "Wu Lao, you continue to say."
Wu Chi nodded slightly. "Bo is familiar with the art of war and should know the Tenga Hajime war in the top ten military plans."
Xiahou Bo nodded. "This is the natural state of Chu collapsed. Hundreds of years of troubled times, nine songs, Tianhe demon dragon and disaster. At that time, the southern clan took this opportunity to stop the white tiger soldiers."
"Marshal Yang Qiu, a soldier saint, and Marshal Yuan Jiaobing, a marshal of Zhenhai, were divided into two ways to cleanse the nine-song Tianhe soldier saint, who went all the way from the sea to sweep the unified day of all ethnic groups."
"Wu old Murphy think big swallow will raid from the sea? Rest assured that no one dares to go to sea at this time when the Kuroshio is flooding. "
"Fei Ye"
Wu Chisen laughed coldly. "There are some things that Li Yuan can’t hide from the sky, but we were sealed into the magic tower of the town when the demon dragon was big and big. If there is a way, I will kill Li Yuan early, but I will send someone to seal it again."
"I happen to know where!"
Chapter four hundred and sixty-two Tianhe will Yang Wei south jin morale.
"That demon dragon!"
Wu Chi’s voice did not fall, and Xiahou Bo’s face changed slightly. "Wu Lao can’t joke about this."
"It’s best not to provoke one thousand self-criticism, but to seal this kind of thing only after the two marshals have suffered heavy losses."
His tone is respectful, but his eyes are wrong.
Wei Youdi is still lurking in the southern Jin Dynasty, secretly rebelling against many masters, and even the leader of Xuanyuan became a running dog, which made people panic.
It’s hard to doubt that this kind of damage is out of Xiahou Bo.
"What are you thinking!"
As soon as Wu Chi saw it, he knew that his mind was gloomy and sneered. "Are you saying that I was bewitched by that Wei Youdi?"
"Hum, that man has long been possessed by evil spirits and lured by immortal bait. The same is true of ghosts over there. The blood sacrifices of the living are all adult demons. If I see them, I will be refined into a demon!"
Xiahou Bo hurriedly explained that "Wu Lao misunderstood"
Words are respectful and faces are embarrassed.
Wu Chi is too lazy to pay attention to his face becoming dignified. "You also know that my Wu clan inherits the communication between ghosts and gods, distinguishes yin and yang, and also has the art of obscenity, which can communicate with the release of the demon dragon and destroy the army of the Yan Dynasty."
"However, there must be a self-attack in this technique, and you need to think of other methods. You should weigh the risks in the counter-measure after you understand things."
Rain or shine in Xiahou Bo’s eyes "Wu Lao, I’ll think about it again …"
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It’s drizzling, and the mountains are stacked.