The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2523: Who are you (3)
Qi Xia laughed, and took out a generation of gold coins from Na Ring, and put it on the table.
Ge Ji glanced at the purse and sat upright.
"A hundred and a hundred years later, the ancient sea flickered slightly ..."
Qi Xiagang squinted and prepared to listen. As a result, after a song, he never heard the following again.
Ge Ji looked at Qi Xia and looked at the money bag again.
"..." Is this a rhythm of a bag of gold coins in a sentence! !! Qi Xia was about to laugh out loud. He had seen wealthy fans, but never seen such a wealthy fan.
An sack of gold coins was put on the table again, and then the voice of the singer was quietly sounded.
This time, Qi Xia was very conscious that before the song stopped, already put the next bag of coins on the table.
"Several rows of egrets fluttered their flags as they flew by, blood splattered their wrists at the end of the war, timeless iron shoulders, desperate courage, sighed in the evening on Mo Lu, and washed their hearts in the sky outside ..."
A gentle song lingers in the backyard at night. In the moonlight, only this song lingers in the ear. Qi Xia squints his eyes and looks at the red singer in the moonlight. The slow singing voice is slow. Below, but with a thrilling blood.
Qi Xia closed her eyes, the singing voice flowed into her heart, the gorgeous picture bloomed in front of his eyes.
Wolf smoke rises, the flames of light shine against the sky, and the sound of killing is endless.
Looking around, the chaotic assassination of monsters, demons, humans, and Warcraft seems to be able to smell the **** smell in the air.
He is sitting on the back of Kirin, his staff is flashing with dazzling light, large magic bombards down, the monster corpses all around the place, the endless monsters like the tide, surge up again, The light of magic illuminates the dim sky, the unicorn rides on the sky, the staff in Qi Xia's hand does not stop for a moment, and the light of magic falls like rain.
Death, with the flames of war, wailing, with smoke.
His eyes were flooded with dense monsters. In the sky, flying monsters attacked repeatedly. A large number of flying Warcraft died in the air. The blood-stained body turned into a light and fell to the ground.
Heavyly, a wailing pierced Qi Xia's eardrum. He was startled and looked towards the source of the sound.
At the end of the monster army, a familiar figure jumped into Qi Xia's eyes. Not far from the figure, a huge black vortex was quickly flying towards the figure and the Suzaku under her. Shoot away!
In a moment, Qi Xia's heartbeat stopped. He stared at the nightmare scene, cynical eyes, and for the first time appeared unprecedented panic.
The black vortex swallows up the figure and the firebird in an instant.
Dirty pain reaches Qi Xia's soul.
"This is not true ... This is not true ... Kirin!" Qi Xia yelled, and Kirin turned into a silver light, rushing towards the black vortex.
The black vortex devours everything it touches, burns everything down.
When Qilin arrived, Qi Xia could only watch the white bones scattered on the ground, and the familiar Na ring.
"It's not true ... she's not dead, it's not true ..." Qi Xia opened her mouth, staring deadly at the cold white bone, her fists clenched to her side, her shoulders trembling.
He leaped swiftly from the back of Kirin, and the moment he landed, he held the slender human bone in his hands, and his pupils shook in despair ...
"Xiao Xiao ..."