Chapter 3818： My past (1/2)
Ouyangtu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, the President of the Light Camp, almost fell.
Grass……
It's all aimed at labor and capital!
No one is untargeted!
Bastard stuff!
One of them counts as one, but it's not a good thing!
Damn it!
Finding opportunities must be completely eliminated!
What a shame!
The more I think about it, the more unhappy it becomes in my heart!
If possible, the Ouyang disciples at this moment can't wait to kill all these people in front of them! }
It's too messy!
One by one, he didn't take him seriously at all!
But after thinking about it, he was steady.
He must pay attention to the influence in the public.
And if it really provokes public anger, he really may not be able to withstand it.
Now that the Protoss army has retreated, to a certain extent, this dark camp is the enemy...
At that time, if he gets angry and the dark camp starts to follow suit, then he will play a hammer...
too difficult……
Hold on... Don't wander around.
”Husband...”
Xiang Fei and Chu Sisi each held Fang Fan's arm, hoping that he would not be too sloppy.
If this matter is not handled properly, the situation is indeed a bit serious.
The sense of mindset is comprehensive, and everyone understands.
If you don't understand, there is nothing to do.
”Don't worry, it's okay, little problem.”
Fang Fan stretched his waist and looked casual.
Immediately, Fang Fan walked a few steps outside, and countless people's eyes focused again.
”Go to the Dark Temple and be the first son of God?”
”I am a wicked person, do you want it too?”
Fang Fan shrugged, jokingly.
”Ha ha……”
”The world under heaven...”
”My dark temple sea is a hundred rivers, how can I avoid these?”
”Little friend Fang Fan, don't worry...”
”Those things that have happened before have been wiped out.”
”It should start over now!”
”If you always stick to the past, how can you start again?”
”No matter what happened to little friend Fang Fan, these are all right...”
”I can give Fang Fan a guarantee!”
The eyes of the first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple shined...
It looks like there is a play!
This wave took off.
It really took off.
The sense of rhythm is also being strengthened in an all-round way.
The more you think, the more excited, the more you think, the clearer your thinking.
After thinking about it, it's almost following the established moment.
Stabilized.
Stable as Mount Tai!
In fact, at the beginning, Motian also saw that Fang Fan and the Guangming camp seemed to be a little uncoordinated, so they would export to win...
If such a proud man of heaven can win over from the bright camp, it will be a double blow to the bright camp...
From Motian's point of view, it is impossible for ordinary people to be able to rush out of the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of gods, or even return with three heads of gods!
This son, so terrible!
With a little training, the future may be broader than the madman!
In the future, it may not be impossible to achieve the position of true God.
When I thought of this, the light in my eyes suddenly flickered...
The stimulus is in place.
This wave took off!
Interesting...more texture!
”Forehead……”
”The devilish saint seems to really don't know...”