Nan Chan

Chapter 100: Binding

He was bloody, and he looked back.

Li Wei has already stepped out, and the scales have not been finished. He was able to move, and the white shadow in front of him took the wind, and then his chest was heavy and he was turned over.

Jing Lin chased the dragon body, and Lin Songjun even slammed it, shaking his body in a very embarrassing manner. The blood on his face was washed away by the rain, and the look of a sly look like a lost child.

"Stop..." Net Lin slang, read helplessly, "I beg you..."

Canglong hangs down and the rainstorms cover the voice of Jinglin. His back seems to be depressed by something, and it became vaguely bent, and the whole person slid to the ground against the dragon. His palm touched the dragon indiscriminately, and covered the injured place with force, as if this would make the sky back to its original state.

Bloody water oozes the knees, and the white robe becomes mottled. The net Lin couldn’t help but tremble, and the ear was roaring with heavy rain. The voice “You are alive” was so blurred in front of his eyes.

How can it be blurred?

Jing Lin is close to him, like a slap in the rain. But this rain is too big, no matter how you wipe it, it is blurred.

Heavy rain is like a note, greedy to smash the wounds of the dragon, the demons swarm, trying to divide the dragon. Li Wei took the gun forward and pulled away the greed. He looked at the net Lin buried in the filth and explored the arm to pull the net Lin. But when his hand touched the net, the pharyngeal spring was slammed into the ground, separating him from the squatter.

The wind swayed around, and the net Lin looked down for a long time. The pharyngeal sword slanted the edge of the blade, and he desperately pulled the demon that the dragon climbed. Only the remaining blood sea flooded his waist, facing the desperate evil spirits roaring blood, surrounded by pure blood between the blood.

The sleeves were torn and the exposed arms were smeared with blood. Jing Lin didn't know the pain. He used his hands and even used his teeth to pull the dirt away. He took the dragon scales that had been taken away fiercely, and they were not willing to throw them in the palm of their hands. He was short of breath, and his palms were cut in the scales of the demon's bite.

The natural vision, the sea of ​​clouds stirred by the dragons suddenly condensed and flew, and the demons gathered here were restless. The sky is dead, the rest of the blood sea has nowhere to live, they creep and bury the net, and the blood mist is madly covered into the wound of Jinglin.

The pharynx suddenly screamed loudly, but seeing the Optimus Cloud column collapsed, it was like a broken bamboo and rushed into the net. The blue light is scattered in the chaos of the heavens and the earth, and the red mansions are broken by the stormy waves.

"The blood sea body has been damaged!" Li Wei suddenly slammed the gun and shouted, "It wants to swallow Lin Songjun! Hold it!"

Three thousand A rushing up, the net Lin figure has been covered by blood fog. The red mans are in it, and between the moments, the net Lin neck and the arm quickly appear on the arm, and the net Lin can't breathe. His amount is in the dragon's body, and the suffocation of emotions is flooding. The painful voice was suppressed between the teeth, and the net Lin suddenly supported the arm. The blood mist infiltrated along the lines, which seemed to be sharp like an ice, and ran across his internal organs.

Net Lin immediately bleeds blood, and his Linghai reversal, the palm of his hand is smashed. The pharynx vibrates with a "squeaky" sound, and even a few broken marks are cracked.

"Net Lin!" Li Wei has changed color.

The net forehead slipped on the ground, and the broken scales made him feel sore. His throat seemed to be stuck tightly, only the red light at the fingertips was still warm. The demon is inscribed, like the sky swallowing the magic sea, the cold feeling swam around the limbs, making the net fingertips close to the ground, the blood between the teeth is difficult to cover. Half of the face has been covered with a grainy road, he is thick and supportive, has fallen into the magic road!

Li Wei's two-pointed speed point stopped the evil spirits and rushed out of the blood. This rain is like a weeping day, Li Wei is quite a body, pulling out the cracked pharynx and struggling to retire.

Li Wei has already burst into tears. He reads: "Hugh to be afraid! The brothers will never let you die!"

Net Lin’s neck was violent, and he gasped hard, his fingers clutching the rain curtain, and there seemed to be something in his throat. Li Wei couldn't hear it before, and he only understood when he was bleeding.

That is the net Lin crying in tears.

The heavy rain followed the snow and ice, and it took a full seven days in the north. In the seven days, the net Lin Ling sea collapsed, and the evil spirits got the pharynx rust into a waste sword. There is no pain in the whole body, the thorns in the abdomen and the chest cold cone, and the imprisonment of the curse between the necks. The net ten fingers are **** and dripping in pain.

He has several moments of suspicion that he is going to die.

However, there is a dragon's breath hidden in the body. They walked away with the evil spirits without exhaustion, and they ignored the night of Lin. They are like masters. They built a wall of copper in the body of Lin Lin, protecting him from life. He can continue to breathe.

"You are alive."

This whisper is repeated, and the net Lin opens his eyes, but it is stuck in the long darkness. His eyes were dark and dark, and his cheeks were stuck against a cold stone bed. Jinglin hands-on, all four limbs are caught by the heavy chain.

"Wake up?" Suddenly there was a sound of crawling above. Li Wei launched a gap that could only accommodate the passage of the arm. He squatted in the gap and said, "Net Lin! Do you still recognize your brother?"

The net Lin did not move, his throat was dry, and the curse imprisoned him, making him a little embarrassed at the moment.

Slowly handed a bowl of water on the top and swayed in front of Jinglin. Li Wei squatted and tried to stretch his arms and tilt the bowl a little. The water swayed, and the net eyeballs moved slightly, gradually turning over.

"Use some water, if you are hungry in the abdomen, then tell me." Li Wei looked at him and said, "...you cultivated a relationship between the thoughts, and you must never think of anything else."

Net Lin is indifferent.

Li Wei had to lighten the bowl between the lips and then slowly fall. However, the net Lin did not open his mouth, letting the water wet his chin and left. He bit his teeth like this, as if he was a little loose, he would become a bite.

"Net Lin." Li Wei said, "The demon remains in your body, they don't, and the father won't let you out again. The pharynx has been broken like a blunt sword, but it's not broken... Do you understand? You are not a waste Son, you are just." He paused for a moment. "You are just a retreat. The spell will help you forget the Emperor and rebuild the Kendo."

Net Lin hit the bowl and the water poured on the stone bed and dripped down.

Li Yiran stopped, he was so above the top, silent for a long time, said: "You guessed wrong, my father is not blood."

"You are not willing to tell me a word, but I want to tell you. Jing Lin, the death is Qing Yao."

"When the Emperor swallowed the sea, Qing Yao fell into the sky and burned. Yunsheng is elsewhere, only you in the house... Snow charm chased you for dozens of miles, I want you to return to save people. Jinglin, you have not returned."

Net Lin suddenly gasped intermittently. He leaned against the wall and rushed to the ground: "Lie!"

Li Wei said: "When you come out, you will understand."

The net Lin was squatting against the wall, and he was in this narrow place, unable to cover his ears. The chain was heavy on the body, and he shivered coldly.

"Lie..." Net Lin whispered, "Deceived... Deceived by the world... Killing people like 麻... You and I are all wolves... It’s a vain!"

Li Wei closed his eyes and quieted a few moments, saying: "The overall situation has been set."

The chain "squeaked" and the net Lin said: "Roll!"

Li Wei got up and hesitated a fragrant time before he finally took out an unwashed handkerchief from his arms and put it on the stone bed from the gap.

"I will come every day." Li Wei said, "...this thing must not be seen by others."

Before Li Wei left, the gap was closed and the bottom was black. Jinglin set it for a long time, and fumbled along the wall. His fingers touched the handkerchief, and the patina showed a slight moisturization. Net Lin leaned down and opened the handkerchief. A white dragon scale lies in the beads.

"Have you heard the dragon's reverse scale?"

There was a sudden rain in Pa, and the blood was wet by the tears. Jing Lin took the handkerchief into his arms, and he whispered, like a little beast that was frustrated.

They cramped his beloved scales.

They turned his morality into talk.

There is nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, but now it has become completely dark. His blood and blood were all cool, and the way he was repaired fell apart.

Jing Lin squats against the scales and beads, and the curse of the sorcerer is entangled. He desperately rolled around in the suffocating suffocation with his forehead. The chain slammed his arms and pressed him to the yin room, letting him cry and screaming.

On the following day, Li Wei came again, but he was not alone. Jiu Tianjun opened the barrier, and the light spurred the net and the eyes were slightly painful. He broke the handkerchief into the crack in the stone wall, and his body was blocked on the stone bed, earning an iron chain to block his eyes.

"Net Lin." Jiu Tianjun looked down at him and said with mercy, "Can I still recognize my father?"

The net Lin Wufa was messy, and his red eyes were silently watching the nine days.

Nine Heavens' eyes are more and more pity: "My children are young, and after this setback, they will become a great instrument. The Father will guard you until you destroy the evil spirits and go to think."

If the net Lin has not been heard.

"Net Lin." Nine days of Jun sound slightly choked, "You are still young, who knows the evil of the world? That Emperor deceives you, blinds you, makes you fall into this situation, really called the father is very sad."

Jing Lin fingered into the hair room, he buried his head in the arm, hoarsely said: "Don't say it."

"Hugh to be afraid." Jiu Tianjun Wen Sheng, "Being a father will let you return to the right path."

Net Lin back like a thorn, he repeated in pain: "Don't say it."

"Well, don't mention these." Jiu Tianjun wiped the tears and explored the hair of Jinglin.

How did Jing Lin suddenly slap his hand and scream in the sound of the chain: "Don't touch me!"

Nine days of the king's eyes were painful, and he hurts: "My son is unclear, and I don't know me. The third child." He squatted a little. "Come your brother down, don't let him hurt himself."

The oldest man was standing on the side, and he couldn’t hesitate to hear it. He stretched his hand along the empty space and forced Jinglin to hold it. The net Lin wrists earned chains, and his head was hit by a stone bed, and the chain was swaying in the hand.

The nine-day monarchy squatted in the face of Fu Jinglin, and the tone was milder: "I don't know if it's okay, the father can make you remember... How many years ago, my son came to Jiutianmen alone, then the head was only at my waist. In the meantime, I already know the number of gifts. You are afraid to be a father, for the sake of you."

Net Lin struggled in the Tang Dynasty, he gasped fiercely, and felt that the palm of his hand slipped like a poisonous snake. The curse swept through, and the net Lin was stuck in difficulty, but it felt a nausea and could not help but retire in this chaos.

"It will be fine." Jiu Tianjun said kindly, "Net Lin."

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