Chapter 459 (2/2)

He stopped.

The clock also stopped.

Oh, clock.

The sword of time is more unhappy in my heart, oh, man.

With his dirty blood, wet my body, etc., it seems that there is something wrong

Sleeping trough! It suddenly remembered that the master had already terminated the contract, and now, he was already ownerless, and this man This man What did he just do on his own? Does he possess himself? Will he be in charge?

Well, it's nothing

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of wind and frost, 100000 years of years I don't know where the dust has been on the surface of her body, and built some strong protective shell. Instead of washing them off, the light rain has helped the tyrant, solidifying the persistent mind again and again

In other words, I have not shown my true face, but the vicissitudes of time The only way to really awaken her desire is to take off her long-standing skin, um, hard defensive shell

Can that man do it?

Can he really pull himself out of the scabbard? Then through the pure blood, his ancestral chromosome, portrayed in his own life?

To do this, he needs to really understand the law of time To tell you the truth, this is something that four dimensional mages can't do Those four-dimensional mages who live in the world just understand the skin of time and rely on the accumulation of strength. Such ”genius” is not worth mentioning Unless, like the host

It's just that it's impossible. Even the master reached the three-dimensional peak. When he entered the four-dimensional world, he really understood the law of time, crossed the fourth dimension and fished himself out of the river of timeNow, this stupid man is only a two-dimensional mage, and has not even reached the peak of two-dimensional. If he can understand the law of time, then

……

Achoo!

Ivy rubbed his nose and just touched the cold tower of time. For a moment, it seemed that there was a sharp sword spirit coming towards him, which made him seriously injured in an instant But when he really went to inspect his injury, he found that it didn't even count as skin injury. It seemed that there was just a mouthful of blood, just spit out, and then it was comfortable. It was no more elegant than spitting a mouthful of phlegm This is embarrassing.

Now, he felt an itchy nose, a bad feeling, full of his mucous membrane, and a sneeze was born.

Strange, this is why, he looked up at the sky, found that the light rain is still pattering on the ground, damn, God got uremia?

Achoo!

Sure enough, I caught a cold.

Such an explanation, immediately logical access, is more reliable than any supernatural suspense.

He wrapped the clothes on his body. He knew that he would not pack 13 any more. A man, many times, has to do according to his ability. It's easy to be dressed like

Try it again, ivy. Cheer yourself up. I can't He looked at the clock tower in front of him and pretended that this guy was a goddess and he was a licking dog One day, I will finish the counter attack.

He gently stretched out his generous, white, slender, powerful girlfriend, er, right hand Touch the cool, wet, sticky, green Well, it's covered with moss after being drenched with rain. Many traces of years are left for him to look at

This time, he was not rudely refused, and some pictures appeared in his mind