Juliane Pedersen

And this woman, head wrapped in a black shawl scarf, the edge of the scarf exposed a few strands of hair, but it is light purple, more strange is that the face hung a half-covered iron face, the original face, was divided into two halves by half of the iron face, completely covering her left cheek. The right cheek exposed outside, one eye shining like a cold star, skin as white as jade, facial contour soft and full, nose straight, chin slightly sharp, such a face, even if only half exposed, according to the standards of ordinary people, is also beautiful soul-stirring, if she is willing to take off the mask, more do not know how to reverse the beauty of all living beings! Only By Shaya’s aesthetic standards. Hey, hey. But the distance of 100 meters, she slowly hobbled all the way, but it took a long time before she finally stood in front of Xia Ya,321 stainless steel sheet, the woman looked down at Xia Ya, Xia Ya just saw clearly, her right cheek exposed that eye, pupil is actually a light purple, only that pupil, is a little coquettish black, the corner of the eye slightly flying, appears to be extremely indifferent. The woman approached,uns c68700, wearing half-fingered leather gloves on both hands, took a leather bag from her waist and threw it in front of Shaya, who looked into each other’s eyes, reached for the bag and unscrewed the lid, smelling a strong smell of ointment. Wound medicine? Shaya tried to speak. The woman nodded, her lips pressed tightly, her purple eyes staring at Shaya’s face, then suddenly shook her head and sighed. Shaya struggled to sit up, squeezed out a ball of ointment from the bag, smelled it, wiped it at the place where the knife had cut him, thought about it, and threw the bag to Tiangong lying on the ground next to him. Tiangong sat up, panting weakly, and Shaya simply went up to help him put the ointment on his chest. At this time, 316ti stainless steel ,x56 line pipe, the woman suddenly took off a cloth bag from behind and threw it in front of Xia Ya. The bag spread out. Xia Ya looked at what was inside and immediately beamed! In the cloth bag, is own fire fork, but also has two dragon scales which is scraped by the goblin! ————— I still feel a little state, I will try my best to make another chapter in the evening! The double seven-day activity will end at twelve o’clock tonight, and I will try my best to make more efforts before the end of the activity. More these days is really not less ~ ~ ~ please don’t forget to vote for me. Casting a monthly ticket is an extra support in itself, and I’m embarrassed to ask for a monthly ticket all the time. However, the starting point of the environment is like this, spell monthly ticket, more is a kind of action to prove themselves. As you spell, you will spell out your own state. At this time, you also don’t bother, cast a monthly ticket, finger point a few times, it doesn’t take you much time ~ Friends who have a monthly ticket in their hands, if you hide your armpit again, I will really vomit blood ~ ~ Go ahead, go ahead! Support me with practical actions ~ ~ small. Say 。 T/X/t day. Don Chapter 102 [paid off!] You.. Why do you have this thing? Shaya grabbed the fire fork and held it in his hand. With this sharp weapon, even if Hastings came back, he would have the strength to fight. He immediately put the dragon scales close to his chest in his clothes, and then struggled to stand up. The woman looked indifferent and pointed to the sky attack next to her. Xia Ya did not understand what she meant. The woman frowned and suddenly pulled out a knife and threw it to Xia Ya. She pointed to the sky attack again. Xia Ya understood and shook his head: “No!”! It kind of saved my life. The woman twisted her eyebrows slightly and snorted softly, which was the first sound she made, which was clear and pleasant, but also as cold as ice to the extreme.
She no longer paid attention to Ya, turned around and found the flint of life from the skin bag behind her, picked up a handful of firewood at random, soon gave birth to a pile of flames, and then took out a cloth bag, untied it, it was something the size of an egg, originally as hard as a stone, a green mass, but after roasting on the fire for a while, it softened into a sticky mass. The woman took back the knife, picked up a small piece with the blade and handed it to Xia Ya. She pointed to the wound on Xia Ya’s body. Xia Ya understood and wiped the sticky thing evenly. Suddenly, the burning wound felt cool. Shaya’s heart was full of confusion and she wanted to open her mouth, but the woman’s face was as cold as an iceberg-not only was she afraid of her face, but sitting next to her, she seemed to be able to clearly feel the cold air that came from her body, although the woman only showed half of her face, and the appearance was so ugly (Shaya’s standard, let Shaya want to speak several times. They were all swept by the cold eyes and immediately swallowed the words back into their throats. When Xia gave a little of the wound medicine to the day to attack, the woman showed a slight expression of dissatisfaction, looked at Xia Ya with reproachful eyes, and coldly dropped a brief sentence: “My medicine is valuable.” The woman’s voice was originally very nice. It’s just that the tone is as cold as a dead man. It doesn’t sound half hot. She conveniently wrapped the rest of the ointment carefully in a leather cloth and stuffed it into her arms. He picked up a few dry branches to make the fire flourish. I just sat down by the fire. Moments later, the fire was under the heat. A trace of blood finally appeared on her cheeks, which were as pale as white jade. It also looks a little more lively. Shaya mustered up his courage. Then he opened his mouth and said, “That.”. Excuse me, are you. The woman took off the bag. He took out a few meat pies and put them on the fire at the tip of the knife. Wen Yan snorted and did not look back. “Don’t talk nonsense,” he said coldly. “I know you’re Shaya. Land of the Rhodesian Cavalry. Rider of the pro-guard camp. Right “I am.” Shaya snorted,x56 line pipe, “Who are you?” The woman did not answer. But turned the knife gently. Let the meat pie on the tip of the knife be evenly roasted. “I’ve been with you for two days,” he said slowly. I knew when Hastings took you out of town. I just didn’t think he was too fast. I nearly lost him. Follow me? Xia Ya couldn’t help being a little curious. To keep up with Hastings, this woman is not simple. lksteelpipe.com