The woman inside the scrolls

Wang Lin to stop himself. Wang Lin Shen to which the sound disappeared ten years, once again echoed the mind, the suction of this sentiment in his ten years, women still did not speak until this moment, to say the words, Que Shibi more before the change of mood . His right hand touch in the storage bag, flying scrolls, on which exudes a soft light, suction, it has no effect. Expand scrolls to reveal the woman's back. Wang Lin for the first time, a very serious look scrolls woman. Although this woman is just back, but it has peerless elegance like atmosphere. out, contains a thick frost. Tin Win, who came to this child demon spirit to all before the break, in order to enter what is truly Dong Fu. Although his son, who did not know day of operation when it will come, but unfortunately the snow had conversations with Yao, but it is finally got a clue son, who shipped prematurely, for fear that will soon come. Before they came, Juan Wang Lin to do a series of preparatory time, very short for him, and he did not spare the time on curiosity. Moreover, he must try to find clues to prevent child-day operation, so that it can smooth away from demon spirits, there is as long as there is a link error, the price will be killed. Time, for him, too little. The woman inside the scrolls, Hao light body, she wanted to turn around, but like a layer of seal-like control, despite how hard she, can not turn around. Wang Lin seeing higher and higher, until about to disappear, the woman seemed a bite, softly: Lin clearly heard, fell on his ears, this mid-word, it is like thousands of ponley rumbling echoed Wang Lin making body, suddenly mindful of the fact. , Resurrection What ... ... and his soul. His soul, his memory, his all in all, came the second sentence in this moment, as the flood of monstrous outbreak, as the collapse of the entire world, making Wang Lin to His powers of concentration are uncontrollable Hao body shaking, he turned and stared at the woman, his eyes, like wild beasts, no eight hundred years of monastic existence of any cool! this moment, what day of transport sub, What Dong Fu, what blood ancestors,