MTL - Mistress, I Was Wrong-Chapter 17 Small color

The spirits standing in the center of Blackpool have sacrificed their own spirits. The colorful spirits gathered in the swamp to form a blood-red celestial net, and wanted to net the three-headed snake that went straight from the ground to the sky.

The oriental Minghui looked at the head of the three-headed snake as thick as Tianzhu, scared straight, and the fist-sized eyeballs shook a little toward the crowd, and her legs were soft.

"It is the blood network of the **** alliance." The pit father said suddenly in her mind.

The **** alliance, an assassination organization hidden in the dark, has a huge force and is spread all over the seven-color continent. It is almost pervasive.

She swallowed, "Do you have the confidence to grab the purple fruit from their hands?" Two more.

If they don't know their identity, once they know it, she will have a retreat. After all, it is like grabbing a tooth in a tiger's mouth - looking for death.

Dongfang Minghui did not hear the reply of the small partner, but the situation in the black pool was steep and the situation was changed. The head of the three-headed snake suddenly broke against the attack of the blood net. For the three-headed snake, the three heads are its three lives. The loss of one head is equivalent to losing one life.

This group of humans is too odious!

The three-headed snake with only two heads left was mad, and the tail of more than ten meters hit the wall of the swamp, and the next time, the landslide broke, the swamp collapsed, and all the living creatures below Gushing out, after the black spider, another large group of eater ants.

The blood net is a kind of **** alliance. When the blood net is out, whether it is World of Warcraft or people, when time is up, it will become a pool of blood.

The blood network is a very overbearing sacrifice ceremony invented by the Blood League. Once the blood net is harvested, all the spirits of the sacrifice will become waste, and the spiritual power will be lost.

Generally, it is not necessary for the **** alliance to use this kind of sacrifice, unless they are imperative for Ziyun.

Dongfang Minghui wants to break his head and wants to bleed. What is the use of Ziyun fruit? The book has recorded that the **** lord has a younger brother, but somehow he lost his life.

"Is it true that Ziyun fruit can still be brought back to life?" she muttered.

"Correct."

The pit father is very sad. "If my body is not injured, it will be more than enough to clean them up. Unfortunately -" most of the spiritual power is sealed on this waste material, and it has returned to the larval period.

The implication is that it can't work, she can understand it.

But just go back, Oriental Minghui is not reconciled, she can almost imagine the female lord to show her contemptuous disdain.

The following chaos, the three-headed snake slid out of the blood net after it was opened by the swamp wall. As they had discussed before, a group of people first led the three-headed snake in the swamp, and another group took the opportunity to get the purple fruit, they split up.

She sat in the tree and watched the three-headed snake escape in the other direction. She dialed a bark and said to her little partner. "If you let me escape, how far can you run?"

As soon as I talked about speed, the small squatting partner eagerly patted her chest and assured her that "I am the king in this forest."

"Well, when I let you grab, you immediately grab it, and then take me to escape." Oriental Minghui has thought about the strategy, but whether it can be successful, but also depends on their degree of cooperation. Of course, she is also gambling.

"Less Lord, you see, it is purple fruit." The elders felt incredible when they took out the fruit. This purple fruit mother had two fruits, which is really amazing.

Known as the young master, the man’s mouth twitched, revealing a smile that charmed all beings. “I’m not satisfied, I finally got it.”

Just when the elders handed two fruits to his hands, suddenly a small branch was born from the palms of the two men. A light roll and two fruits were rolled up, and the cockroaches ran away.

At the same time, they stunned for a moment, and later they realized that what they had painstakingly got was hidden by people hiding in the dark.

"Bold children, where to run." The long-haired eyes are red.

Oriental Minghui saw the purple fruit fruit for the first time, and a layer of rugged green skin on the outside, like the goosebump on the body, she sniffed forward and found that the taste of the fruit was quite strong. There is a seductive scent that is different from the fruit she has encountered in the past. It is very special.

"Quickly drop the purple cloud fruit into the space ring." Otherwise, the fragrance of the purple cloud fruit can attract a large number of Warcraft, not to mention the gang of the latter.

"Yes, but I don't." She was arrogant at home on weekdays, flying and screaming. People in the East knew that she never practiced, and there were squats on the weekdays.

The pit father's foot was awkward, and he almost came into contact with the earth.

"You are great!"

Oriental Minghui seems to have heard the sound of its teeth.

Sure enough, as the magic plant thought, the scent of purple fruit is like the most delicious food in the world, and it has a deadly appeal to Warcraft. They don’t have a lot of Warcraft in the back for a while, and there is still a blood that can’t be pursued. Alliance.

The pit father thinks that the **** is going to catch the fire, hey, run faster.

"Will you throw a purple fruit fruit into the nest of the flying wing beast." Dongfang Minghui commanded, she did not want to fight against the **** people, and her strength could not hold back.

Just came a trick to the east, and poured the dirty water on the flying wing beast.

The pit father also saw her plan, and without saying anything, she threw the Ziyun fruit into the nest accurately. In the eyes of outsiders, it was like it entered the cave.

"Come on." The pit fathers did not forget to pull the oriental jade jade that was on the sidelines.

When Dongfang Yuyu saw this situation, she could not know what happened. She stood in the same place and tried to calm herself down. Then she asked coldly, "You just throw the purple fruit. Going in, in case, in case a large group of Warcraft has killed the flying wing like a cub, I still want to use Ziyun fruit?"

Oriental Minghui is down, this is the best way she can solve the problem.

"You nine sisters are weird." She has always been optimistic about her blue ink suddenly, "and she seems to have seen this magic plant."

Dongfang Yuyu is annoyed. "Quickly think about how to take the cubs away from the hands of a group of Warcraft and Blood League."

Without the blue ink, the young master of the **** alliance has spared no effort to fight a large group of Warcraft in order to get the purple fruit.

Two people hid in the left side of the flying wing like the old nest, watching the scene chaos.

"You are waiting for me in the same place. I will go back when I go." Dongfang Yuyu was on the road to the Oriental Minghui.

Oriental Minghui pulled the clothes corner of the Oriental Saitama and expressed his concern. "Seven sisters, it is too dangerous for you to go in alone."

Oriental Saitama patted her hand to make her peace of mind, secretly lurking in. Occasionally there are one or two long-lost Warcraft attacks on her, and she was easily solved by her.

"This purple fruit is mine." The pit father swears in her mind.

"It's yours, all of them are yours." Oriental Minghui saved a life and sighed with relief.

She watched the magic plant stick out two vine branches to penetrate through the purple fruit, a little absorption, until all eaten.

"It's delicious." After the pitfalls have been eaten, I still don't forget to slap it. I use the sly voice. "If you wait for me, I can help you get rid of your waste."

Although the waste material is a waste point, it is not a constitution, but a practice method. The human eye has always been poor, but it is encountered by it.

"If my physique really is like what you said, how can you sign a blood contract with me?" Oriental Minghui, when you are a fool, rolled your eyes. "Don't you want me to help you find a stove?" Will not help you." She sentenced it to the point.

The pothole magic planted out the vine branches in her mind, and the group of devils danced and almost mad. "Do you still want to practice?"

"I want to." Oriental Minghui said faintly, "You want to wait until I climb to a spiritual king level one day, at least not to drag you down, right."

They can now be regarded as a grasshopper on the ship. She believes that the pit father will not recognize the form.

"The rest, there is me, you dare to give me a practice to the Spirit King, at least I have to cultivate a level of the Holy King."

Oriental Minghui feels that his little friend likes to be a daydream, what is spiritual, too tall.

Soon, she had a set of practice methods in her mind. She looked a little and found some different places. "Are you sure that this practice is really fine?"

Potholes and small partners 甩甩 枝, "Of course, this is what I found in a spiritual respect, I have seen, suitable for your human practice."

Almost tailored for her.

"Well, thank you." Orient Minghui is not a stingy person. Looking at the fact that the pit father has paid so much to her, she intends to forgive the brutal treatment before it and signed a **** deed in her reluctance. Things.

"In the future, we have to live together, it is better for me to give you a name." Oriental Minghui said nothing to himself. "You are a plant, and you are still looking for a stove every day. I will call you a small color later." ”

"Feed and feed." Potter's small partner protested, "Why can't plants find the stove? Do you know the taste of the double repair? Do you know the beauty of the soul and the body? You certainly don't know."

"Small, small, there seems to be something out there." Oriental Minghui didn't care what it was saying, she found that the nest of the flying wing seemed to collapse.

The small color sticks out of the vine, and soon I get the situation there. "Rely, found, run."