Under the Fen, Zhang Feng Jingan a few steps, and finally caught up, panting, he would like to take a breath, his hands to help between the two lights to - there is a box car, but to help an empty lost focus and he fall forward the moment before the ground, he saw that two Extreme fear made him play the extraordinary athletic ability, his hands a hold on the ground, bounced up, then stumbled forward ran behind him, two lamps fluttering leisurely followed, but not what lights, obviously is wildfire!
The power of fear generated quickly disappeared, only the attendant feelings of powerlessness now surrounded by Zhang Feng behind the wildfire did not mean to relax, leisurely float over, appeared to be to catch up. Zhang Feng seem to hear a burst of bits of broken voice: Suddenly two o'clock orange flying from the front over, hit the jack-o'-lantern on Zhang Feng's head with ashes. Heard these words, the Zhang Feng is like going to the execution of death row to hear the amnesty edict, scratching and scrambling ran past, January inflammation frowned and said: Soon Bao came suddenly: Large wildfire blown front of her, started to swell up, gradually turned into a humanoid wearing chain mail,oakley polarized sunglass, from his wearing a tiger helmet,oakley flak jacket sunglasses, pedal boa boots, dressed in hand-held cut the horse sword point of view, is an ancient generals the specter of
Ghost triumphantly: The specter of disdain, shook his head:
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