flash directly from the mountains down

Red butterfly place, the figure will be dry wind, Wang Lin eye mountain, look to four weeks. The repair of dry air is the medium-term infants changed to Wang Lin of the soul, if the other wants to hide, he is difficult to detect it. Jing Ping Wang Lin in the eyes toward the red butterfly punch a guarantee. Read on: Empty the color rich, she looked deep Wang Lin, a, shadow flash, flash directly from the mountains down, blink of an eye, they appeared in the Wang Lin Baizhang outside. After the close, the red butterfly in the eyes of the hole with a loss, immediately greet the eyes of Wang Lin, Wang Lin, ugly looking, although he has long been known to occur in the body of the red butterfly things, but also had the edge in the Suzaku and dry continental air of a war, aware of to the presence of red butterfly. But, today, is he really since the last battle with the red butterfly, after the first encounter. Butterfly eyes from the red, the Wang Lin to see. Just silence. Red butterfly at the moment, still beautiful, but in her body, Wang Lin was the year that never see the vigorous shaking of the generation of proud Italian Jiaonv figure. Then the red butterflies, snowy country Genghis, a hundred years of the talent God figure in her eyes, Wang Lin like ants in general, disputes between the two. Little by little. Gradually expanded and eventually went to the battle of the day. That said, in Wang Lin mind, the red butterfly, he is respected, this respect is certainly a kind of opponent. At the moment, past opponents, come to such end. Wang Lin could not help Antan heard, the so-called people have changed, the remark is not the slightest difference. Compared with now, Wang Lin also like to see then that means Yan scared proud of the red butterflies, red butterfly with a war that is the pursuit towards the peak of the pace of life. Wang Lin sigh, put away the heart of the emotion, eyes, such as electricity, to see the red butterfly, flat, said: