The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

This voice is not big, but it is clearly spread in every corner of the altar. It is like a cold blade. It is too late to strike the door of everyone. Everyone’s heart is shocked, and the back is over a cold. Even the breath is holding.

The altar, the bird is silent.

The owner of Biro looked at the scene in disbelief. For a moment, he suspected that he was wrong. He blinked hard and the opposite scene did not change. He knew that everything was true, but how? Maybe? Is she not in a retreat? Doesn't it mean that there is still more than a month? How long has it been, and she has come out? Early departures are very damaging to people, but they can be used to look at her. Is it like a damaged one? Distinct and strong!

This this……

The family of Biro is dumb.

The Senna owner is equally astonished, but the difference is that the Biro family is probably scared. He is a little surprised. The saint has fallen to the high platform. Although he argues according to reason, he understands that it is just a dying struggle. Put all the chips on this little Zhuoma, and the life of the Senna and Tatar families are all tied to her. If something goes wrong, they will be finished, all, even if it is a dead end. He is also unwilling to struggle.

However, when Xiao Zhuoma was besieged by the crowd, he knew that all his struggles were in vain.

However, when he thought that everything was a foregone conclusion, he suddenly killed a Zhuoma.

This Zhuoma, but the whole family's "big heart", female devil, small comet ... he is also somewhat suspected of her, this moment, I think she can not be more lovely.

Helan’s mount slowly swayed past, the horseshoes were melodious and careless, and even the horse seemed to have not put anyone in the eye. The proud horse shook before a group of troubled believers, and everyone was scared back. Retreat.

The breeze blew from behind her, shaking the cold fragrance of her body, and there was a hint of good smell in the air.

Everyone swallowed and swallowed and looked at her in a panic.

She looked at her side and leaned down slightly. The red lips under the cloak evoked a curve that seemed to have nothing to do: "Oh, why not?"

Directly facing her is a small cellar with stinky eggs. The small land smells the clear aroma of her body, her throat is tight, but after listening to her voice, she feels a cold and rises from the soles of his feet. He He took a nap, and the hand holding the rotten egg trembled and kept on. In the end, he didn’t know what was going crazy. In short, the brain was hot, and the stinky egg was smashed to his brain!

Helan's curvature of the corner of the lips seemed to be a deep point. Her eyes were shrouded in the shadow of the cloak. It was unclear why, everyone could still feel her sharp eyes falling on herself.

"You are not jealous?" She whispered her red lips and asked.

Of course, everyone must be embarrassed, one by one, squatting in their own brains, and even eating is not so conscious!

The believers in this film are smashed, and the other one has begun.

Soon, the sound of the egg hitting around the altar, a strong smell filled the air.

The glory of taking the rotten egg began, and the rotten leaves could not be left behind. The rotten leaves were stuffed into the mouth like the old cows grazing.

The smashing of the shoes is not right, the allies have turned their backs, and the special ones themselves can't be too strong, and quickly grabbed the soles of the shoes against their big faces and slammed them up!

The worst thing is that a group of people take stones. Is this a rhythm of collapse? What was wrong with the ribs at the beginning?

The scene of the “suicide” was quickly staged in the crowd, and the scene was quite touching.

The believers who were tempted to step on the foot, because they were slowed down in the crowd, were extremely annoyed at the time, but they were very fortunate at the moment. Fortunately, it was slow, and soon, it was going to be the demon. The head is dead...

On the high-rise, Yan Fei’s three people witnessed the scene of the miserable (big) (fast) person (person) 寰 (heart), Yan Fei’s chin was almost shocked, and he saw the first beauty, he I don’t think any woman in the world can be so domineering, but the guy below is simply... simply...

He didn't know how to describe it. In short, he was more excited than seeing a thousand troops.

On the one hand, Ji Wushuang, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, also revealed shocks that are difficult to conceal. As for the lesser teacher, Yi Qianyin, he has already been stunned. He feels that his heart has been shot by someone and jumped very well.

"Hey..." Yi Qianyin stunned his heart.

He Lan looked forward to the altar, and found the sleek white hand from the wide sleeves, and gently hooked his fingers toward the Biro home.

A family of Biro.

Helan's lips evoke an evil arc.

What do you want to do with this little comet? ! The heart of Biro’s family had to jump to the eyes of the blind man. He jumped behind the five elders. He had not practiced martial arts for many years, but the speed just returned him to the peak of martial arts!

The five elders looked at him with disappointment. Was it not quite arrogant when something happened? How did this party become a shrinking turtle?

The owner of Biro thought that the elders might not be too reliable, and his eyes flashed and he pulled his legs and hid behind him.

He Zhuo is her relative, she does not dare to tell relatives!

Helan gently smiled and didn't lift his eyelids. If Jade's fingers were slightly on the saddle, he saw a Xuanyiwei flying up next to him, showing his light and jumping to the altar. Grabbing the collar of the owner of Biro, like carrying an old chicken, and picking him up in front of Helan’s body, Xuanyiwei was seated on the horseback, and the owner of Bilu was thrown on the ground and wolfed. It’s a roll.

Qiao Wei snorted.

The laughter is small, sweet, and Helan’s eyebrows are slightly curved.

The family of Biro climbed up from the ground, flew all the way, and some legs were soft. After standing a few times, he stood firm. The eyes around him cast his eyes on him. His cheeks were burning and he was thrown away in the face of almost the whole family. On the ground, it can be said that it is very shameful.

He looked at Helan with anger and anger: "You...you...what do you want? Don't think that you are Dolma, you can do whatever you want! I am the owner of the Biro family, my Biro family warriors guard the border defense, I am you. Elders! How can you be so rude to me?"

He is probably scared and stupid, and he speaks incoherently.

The face of He Lan’s face was hidden under the cloak, and the bright red lips of the sun evoked a sinuous arc: “What if you are rude to you? How can you make Laozi?”

"You..." Biro’s family was almost mad at the lungs. He looked around and looked at the murderous Xuanyiwei. He looked at his own guard who had already been scared, and his teeth squeaked. He didn’t I will admit that I am also scared. This little comet has never done a good thing since she was a child. It is not burning the temple of the Virgin, or bombing the Helan Fort, the Eight Lords, the Five Elders, which have not eaten. What is the sorrow of this little comet? Even Zhuo Du and her are often half-dead by her, but some people have a good life, and they have been born into Mrs. Zhu’s stomach. He just wants to teach... they can’t beat.

Oh shit!

No one on the island beat her!

"This is the altar! You...you...you better to respect it!" said the owner of Biro, who was very hard (fearful).

He Lan looked like he didn't hear what he said. He turned around and said slowly: "Is you saying that Laozi's daughter has angered the gods?"

Biro’s family stunned, although he was afraid of it, but he could not show it, otherwise he would be embarrassed. The family of Biluo set his mind and said with a sigh of relief: "Yes... what about me?" I said something wrong? Today, you must have seen it. The high platform of the sacrifice collapsed. The saint fell from the stage and fell into a serious injury. The life and death are uncertain. This must be the wrath of the true God! After that, the Tana people have gone through thirty-one New Year ceremonies. They have never had any accidents. This year, there is only one little Zhuoma, and the ceremonial platform collapses. This is not Xiao Zhuoma’s anger that the true God is —— what--"

After the two words have not been finished, he was thrown out by He Lan.

The owner of Biro was like a stinky egg thrown out, and a beautiful arc was drawn in the air, and then a slamming slammed on the half-cold ceremonial platform, and the remaining half collapsed.

He fell in the ruins, his bones were scattered, and he died of pain, spit out a blood, and fell into syncope.

He Lan pours out the white puff and wipes the hand like something dirty: "I am the most annoying."

The altar was quieter and more scary. The timid believers had already fainted. The guards of the Biro family saw the main person getting hurt. I wanted to help one step forward. I just took a step and rolled the floor. The sound made his own heart jump, and he lifted his foot and carefully returned it to his place without any sound.

The horse glared at Helan, and the arrogance as an emperor went to the altar.

The altar is heavy, she dared not to dismount, it is really disrespectful to the true God.

And Zhuo condensed and condensed: "Go down."

He Lan gave a glimpse of the old man, riding a horse, and casually walked past him.

Zhuoma can obey, then it is not Zhuoma. If you don’t say it, Zhuo is always mad at half.

He Zhuo is also somewhat helpless to this daughter. As Qiao Wei said, how to be angry is also a biological one. In this life, the only child is her.

The horse was parked in front of a team of maids who were the waiters of the Temple of the Virgin. The saints were wounded and needed to be taken up for treatment. They moved to the stretcher and were about to carry the saint, but... by one person A horse stopped the way.

Helan’s gaze is clearly on the saint’s body. However, she spoke out but said nothing to the saint: “Set up the stage.”

Everyone is a glimpse, lifting the stage? What is the lift? Who sets up the stage?

Everyone was confused, and after seeing the two rows of mighty iron horses, suddenly there was a wave of new Xuan Yiwei. Xuan Yiwei rushed into the hall where Qiao Wei was, and spread the strange sound inside, but in the blink of an eye, this The team Xuan Yiwei rushed to the altar with the newly-cut wood. Then, with the horror of the crowd, it took less than a quarter of an hour to build a ten-meter-high ritual.

On the ground, there was no mess left.

Xuan Yiwei quickly returned to his square.

It seems that nothing has happened on the altar, just to make a sacrifice to the table.

Everyone blinks, hemp, is this a dream? !

Helan looked at the sacred woman who had her eyes closed and said that she would not be salty and said: "Give you two choices, either to complete the ceremony or to never complete any ceremonies."

The doctor on the side said quickly: "Zhuoma, the saint is seriously injured and can no longer act on her own, otherwise there will be life and worry."

He Lanpeng: "Ask you?"

The doctor bowed his head.

Helan said: "Don't think that I can't do anything with you. I can burn your temple of the Virgin once, and you can burn your temple for two times, count three times, one."

The archer turned his direction and the arrows were aimed at all the ladies.

Helan pours: "Two."

The archers will pull the big bow together.

He Lan turned red lips and opened, a three-character screaming out, the saint on the stretcher suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were cold and lingering, watching the woman on the horse, her eyes fell on her lips like a mockery: "Zhuo Ma, this is the altar."

Helan blew his red nails: "Do you know that the altar is still dead?"

The little maid of a saint's temple couldn't see it. She went forward and said, "We don't have a saint, we are really bad..."

Hey!

The horse was lifted up by the horse and flew without mercy.

Everyone took a sigh of relief, dared to move thick in the altar, and also beat the people of the Temple of the Virgin. It’s really awkward to say anything.

This little girl is also stupid. Didn’t anyone see even the Biro owner smoke? Are you amazing? However, it is a little waiter, and dare to touch the small head of the comet, and it should be smashed.

The saint supported the painful body, came down from the stretcher, picked up the sword in the hand of the maid, took a heavy step, grabbed the painful chest, and walked step by step to the sacrifice platform.

She raised the sword and jumped into the blessing dance that had not been skipped before.

Blessing is different from ordinary dance. It has a greater demand for strength, is more perfect, and is more magnificent.

Huo Ruzhen shot nine sunsets, Jiao Ruqun Emperor Long Xiang. Come like a thunder to get angry, just like Jiang Hai Ning Qingguang.

A dance, the strength of the whole body seems to be taken away, the body of the saint is crumbling, this time, it is really seriously injured.

However, next, there is the baptism of Xiao Zhuoma.

The saint supported the ritual of the banquet, spit out a blood, and said hard and hard: "Please... Xiao Zhuoma."

"Slow." Helan raised his hand. "Is Laozi’s daughter going to break your path here?"

As soon as the voice fell, a Xuanyiwei held a large bundle of gold blankets that I did not know when it was brought. It was gently placed at the foot of Qiao Wei, and a hand was pushed. A golden boulevard extended from the hall to the altar.

Qiao Wei blinked in surprise and looked at Ji Mingxiu. Ji Mingxiu held her hand and smiled and nodded. "Go."

Qiao Wei raised her foot.

"Wait!" Qingyan female officer rushed over. "The clothes are dirty, weird, change clothes."

"No need to."

Her description is indeed a bit embarrassing, but with such a strong mother, paving a golden avenue for her, it is a very honorable glory.

Ji Mingxiu took her hand and sent her to the golden carpet.

She stepped on the soft carpet and walked step by step toward the altar.

To be honest, just this morning, she didn't feel much about this kind of ritual. It was just a errand that needed to be done. However, at this moment, her heart suddenly had a layer of expectation, almost involuntary, and there was a small Small joy.

The process of baptism is not complicated. First, Qiao Wei went to the high platform and pointed to the direction of the southeast. It is said that it is the place where the true **** is said to be, the three daggers. After that, the saints put their hands on Qiao Wei’s forehead and read a passage in ancient Chinese. After this, the saint took a cinnabar in the eyebrow of Qiao Wei, and the ceremony came to an end.

"Holy water." Holy Virgin.

The maid of the Virgin Mary walked up the platform with a porcelain bottle.

The saint gave the saint to Qiao Wei and the ceremony was over.

"Get off." Holy Virgin.

Qiao Wei stood up. The saint took her wrist and lifted her hand up. She looked at the black-pressed believers and tightened her fingers. She said: "Little Zhuoma returned to our family, and God accepted it. She, from now on, please respect her and love her as much as you love your true God."

The last second still wants to tear up the crowd of Qiao Wei. At this moment, there is a thunderous cheer.

"Little Dolma!"

"Little Dolma!"

"Little Dolma!"

"Little Dolma!"

Everyone shouted with excitement, as if they had used the strength of their whole life, everyone was full of red light, and the mood was high and the fire was in full swing.

We have already worked so hard, can we take the cold arrow away? Put the big knife down, put the sword down, and the child can return it to us...

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