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The eighth chapter eight hundred and eighty-ninth royal wedding (seven)(2/2)

Mo Qingwu snorted and said coquettishly: "Virtue!"

However, Zi Xieqing, who had always been fierce and fierce, had blushing cheeks. She lowered her head timidly and flew away without saying a word. Her hair was flying and her red dress was fluttering.

Such unprecedented amorous feelings made Chu Yang feel hot in his heart. He wished he could stop and find a place, just... ahem, let's talk about it after entering the bridal chamber.

Although he was chasing the enemy for thousands of miles in an extremely tense situation, and the situation was supposed to change rapidly, Chu Yang still felt an indescribable and beautiful scenery...

There were violent explosions and sounds of fighting coming from the front; and Xue Leihan let out a long roar.

Chu Yang's heart tightened, and the sword light catalyzed it, so why not massacre all the people in the world? He rushed over quickly!

Just as I arrived, I suddenly felt a strong shock, and then a violent explosion suddenly happened!

Huhuhu...

With a few muffled groans, Long Yinghuan and Luo Kedi appeared and staggered back. Dong Wushang let out a domineering roar, which rang out from the dust and smoke in the sky. The ink knife turned into a nine-day dragon, blasting the explosive wave in front of him.

Cut it open with one knife!

With a bang, everyone staggered back.
Chapter completed!
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