Chapter 3942： Trial and hole cards (1/2)
For Ouyangtu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, he has now bet everything about himself.
At this moment, he is a crazy gambler.
Once you lose, there is nothing left.
All of this in front of us will come to an end.
He didn't want to see this situation, let alone experience it.
He wants to join forces with the Dark Temple.
He wants to pull the first-class saint Motian into the water in the Dark Temple!
enemy?
opponent?
Where are the eternal enemies and opponents?
If this is done well, none of these will be a problem.
There is always such a feeling between each other.
The more you think, the more your thoughts expand.
For a time, various rhythms followed in full swing.
The rhythm is in place, and the feeling slowly becomes deeper.
At this moment, it was also a difficult time to make a decision for the first-class saint Motian of the dark temple.
A heart, slowly followed by turmoil.
It's the stall he chose.
Of course, he is very similar to Fang Fan, he wants to win over Fang Fan, and even wants to win over a future true **** for the dark camp!
But... But Fang Fan has never caught a cold with his invitation.
Between the two, the key point of the split has now come!
The idea of ruining if not obtained was born in Motian's mind before.
Now it's actually just revisiting the old thing.
”The Dark Temple...can't experience any more twists and turns.”
”The foundation of the Dark Temple cannot be shaken.”
”Actually... Actually, thinking about it carefully, what Ouyang Tu said is not unreasonable.”
”This Fang Fan is a great enemy to Ouyang Disciple, but for our Dark Temple, why not?”
”Now... maybe there is still a little chance to kill him now, and... after a while, maybe... maybe even this chance is gone.”
”If that time comes, everything in front of me... everything in front of me will be completely annihilated.”
”I...I have to think about these things.”
”I have to stabilize the rhythm and my mind. I must not slack in the slightest.”
”Yes! That's it, that's it.”
”Huh...huh, hold on... hold on.”
The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple licked his lips, walked forward, and the spiritual power around his body was slowly mobilized.
”Sage of the Devil, what are you doing?”
”You won't be really bewitched by him, are you?”
”Do you believe what he said?”
”Do you know what you are doing?”
”Don't mess around.”
”You don't know what will happen!”
”How severe this situation is, you haven't missed it.”
”When you came, you didn't say that.”
”Didn't you come here to check your favorability?”
”Don't mess around.”
The first **** child in the dark temple mad demon raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help holding the demon sky.
In the previous words, he did look at Fang Fan upset, because Motian always lifted Fang Fan in front of him to suppress him.
I even said that if Fang Fan came to the Dark Temple, the position of the first son of God would be given to Fang Fan.
But those simple ones are just a bit of dissatisfaction among Tianjiao.
It's important to hold on to the truth.
After so long, the first madman of the dark temple can be considered to have some clues.
It's not easy.
If you are not careful, the rhythm will become fragmented.
What should I do at that time?
No matter how to deal with it, it can't be dealt with well.
At the end of the end, we still have to be cool on the spot.