proud Italian Lingyun bright red, such as butterfly ... * Tomahawk Pikong from a surge of wind in vain, since the axes around the piercing out for, along gallop along came the loud bursts of thunder, reverberating between heaven and earth.囧 Today, red butterfly's life, less than three hundred years, her short life, like that butterfly, despite the moment, but it's Li Jiang, her arrogance, but it is all in contact with her person, will never forget! Although her arrogance, makes a lot of people do not like her, although she's unsympathetic, so many people can not really get close to, but she is a red butterfly! Proud of the red butterfly! Tomahawk Pro body, only less than ten feet from the red butterfly, an off-day to destroy the atmosphere, since the Tomahawk upload to, at the moment, if you want to resist the red butterfly, and are eligible to resist her, if she wants to dodge, she have the strength of the flash, but she did not resist, do not flash, her eyes, more bright, inside, revealing the pride, more and more sense. Just proud of being, but there is a trace of regret, though hidden deep, but Wang Lin, or see it. In the eyes of the red butterfly, as if she saw the Master, Master's voice and facial expression, the teachings of childhood grace, the kind with the tough adolescent coexistence words, this one scene, emerged in her eyes. In addition to Master, she eyes, there was even a figure, it was a thin teenager, the eyes of these ten young eyes, always so gentle, but quietly looked at himself. See the figure, the red butterfly lips flashing a smile
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