MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v5 Chapter 9 Prison (2)

The light in the dark flashed, Meng Fu listened to this words and watched his wrist actually turned red, his eyes drifted and turned away, but he felt that the long-term Sun Wuji suddenly held down her wrist veins, Meng Fu shake immediately backhanded He also took his place, and each of them used their own unique skills to run in the other side of the body for a week, half a hand to let go of their hands and smile.

Both of them felt the smile of the other party, and they were very bright in the dark prison.

Because of the role of Zongyue’s pill, Meng Fu’s and the grandson’s powerlessness have merged in the last rush. Both of them have a mixture of two people’s infuriating, which makes them able to heal each other in healing. Supplement, to achieve the complementary effect of the advantages.

Such a benefit also allows the two people to adjust the interest rate at the same time. Once there is a warning sign and stop, there is no need to arrange a person to take care of the time to waste time.

The long-term Sun Wuji gently played with her fingers and suddenly said: "I don't know how, I suddenly feel that this place is going to be awkward, but those Jinxiu Huatang, Wang Gongzhi, or the mountains, rivers and lakes, temples, are not so. It’s a big prison, it’s a good taste...”

"You are really..." Meng Fu shakes and laughs. When he says half of it, he opens the subject and says to himself: "This time you go to jail, will you not meet a strong wind again?"

I also felt that this idea was funny, smiled, and looked at the four sides of the probe. I felt that the mask didn't seem to be worn well. I always felt a little stunned. I wanted the long-term Sun Wuji to block her and take off the mask.

The two sat back to back, each leaning their heads, on the warm back of the other side and the unique aroma, thinking with a mess of sorrow, thinking about what to do after going out, thinking about the enemies in the dark. Meng Fu Sha took the mask in his hand and played it. He vomited a sigh of relief and said: "Give me three days, give me three days..."

The voice did not fall, the shadow in front of the eyes flashed, and a thin, thin hand suddenly appeared in the wooden fence next door. He grabbed the bowl of risotto, and the fingers were extremely quick and swept to sweep the scattered rice on the ground to the palm, then lightning-like Shrink back.

When Meng Fu shook back, he saw a prisoner next door, wearing a gray cloth that was dirty and could not see the color. He was desperately and quickly stuffing the rice into the mouth, and stupidly smiled at her.

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows at him, alerting him to open his body. She moved to the light of the wall lamp in the far corner of the cell. The man was laughing at a dark yellow die and taking a look at the desperate chewing. She gave her a look and another look.

Then he suddenly paused, spread his hand, and the rice ball in his hand fell down and fell to the ground. He was unaware of it, just staring at Meng Fu, his eyes changing constantly, hesitating... confused ... Recalling... Finally, I was horrified.

The look and consciousness suddenly shattered, leaving only a shocking cognition.

The horror was like a blue-yellow haze, and it fell silently, covering all his wits.

He raised his hand, his fingers trembled and pointed to Meng Fu Sha, the voice was broken and not a sentence, and a word that was desperately squeezed out of the teeth.

He said:

"You...you...you...wan..."