Chapter 167 (1/2)

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at 17th of April 2019 03:15:05 PM

Chapter 167: 167

Zhangsun Wuji slanted his head, and his usually calo of the teacup that had been on his pal his hand into his sleeve

There was a type of pain that he could not lessen, but he had to suffer along with her

But Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped crying

Time was preciousTears would only blur her vision of her mother's face, and that was too much of a waste

She tried hard to blink her eyes wide openThen, she heard a bang as the door to the as being pushed open, and a crowd of people barged in

The one in front had a big physique - Fatty

Fatty, who had cried for his parents in the ancient tomb, whose bum she had attacked

He was followed by the others… all her colleagues froe pot, and the others brought in foodThey laughed as they walked in, bringing some liveliness to the remote roomThen, they set up the hot pot and plated the laether!”

On the bed, her ain…”

”Don't be so polite, this is e should be doingMeng Fuyao isn't around, we…” one had yet to complete his sentence when he was poked by so

Her , and she e”She's here… she's inFuyao instinctively dashed forward, wanting to run into the war waves of a pond, and the scenery slowly faded into aFuyao hurriedly tried to grab the scene in front of her, but all she grabbed was cold eu's face was full of perspirationThe long sustenance of the illusion had utterly exhausted hio”

Meng Fuyao conte at her expression, Bagu seeHurriedly, he added, ”I can only perform this thrice in my lifetimeThat was the third ti Fuyao nearly collapsedBut after that depression cau, her eyes reseu to shi+verHe shouted, ”You're going back on your pro, ”Scram!”

Like a ain, sprouting a string of ”scram, scrau, with his pale-white co Fuyao who had embarrassed him in front of all the martial arts wielders in the world, and he clenched his fist so tight that the cracking of his knuckles could be heardSuddenly, he felt an icy stare that landed on his back, and it was so sharp that he seemed to feel the pain of itWhen he looked back, he saw the co at him

That s elseLowering his head, he swiftly walked away

The stage was left with only Meng Fuyao and Pei Yuan - Ya Lanzhu was bloay by Meng Fuyao's strike earlier onWithout y left, she fainted out of exhaustionPei Yuan laid on the floor and panted hardHer five fingers were crimson red, but it certainly did not look like blood

While Pei Yuan laid, Meng Fuyao crouchedOne seemed unable to push herself up anyhed up blood

The fight for the cha a devastating ending

At that point in tie as the winner - the alleged champion seeerIt really depended on who's the luckier oneWhoever could draw out her last bit of strength to strike down the other party would be the chaed her knees and stared at her reflection in the pond of blood in a state of mental numbnessWho was that person in there? Where did the red-haired deht in front of her that she did not realize the excla beside herPei Yuan had propped herself up on her elbow and was struggling to stand up

Pei Yuan crawled very slowly, and she had just lifted her body off the ground when she iainNonetheless, she took a few deep breaths and relentlessly, tried to lift herself up again

After a full 10 ered onto her feet

On the other hand, Meng Fuyao continued to squat on the ground, and she see her reflectionShe was not resigned - the pool of blood reflected the caisson and the four walls of dragon ain reflected the people and events that she wanted to see

Stupefied, she stained her fingertip with blood and slowly drew on the ground, one round… one bend…

So to wake her up at such a crucial ant and mellow voice

”Fuyao…”

Pei Yuan panted as she approached

… One les…

”Fuyao!”