Chapter 1085： Dont endure Laozi! (1/2)
In fact, Liu Renjun really didn't have much hatred for Mingguang--at least for him in a normal state.
Excluding the will of Liu's elders, Liu Renjun himself is at best taking Mingguang as a competitor.
The fact that Liu was kicked out by the bright circle of wolves was too far away from him. At that time, maybe even a fertilized egg was not necessarily the same. His various actions were still derived from the education he received.
So, just don't expect a group of people who have lost their mentality to educate something good.
In the past, the Liu clan was always thinking about using Mingguang's resources as his own resources, and treating Mingguang as a reserve granary, just like a rat stealing oil, but later found out that he had been thinking about it for hundreds of years. There is no improvement at all.
So the old guys of the Liu family became angry, angry, and quit the table.
Demolition, forced demolition, forced demolition on high ground.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
This action is not something anyone can do, such as Liu Renjun.
After this very handsome guy reacted, he suddenly felt that he couldn't stop the embarrassment on his face no matter how handsome he was-which nerve was wrong with me just now? What did I say!
Are you afraid that you are not here to humiliate me?
What a bad thing!
Seeing Liu Renjun's head fell from the tree and the connection with the giant tree was broken, the warlock didn't want to play anymore.
Ah even the second dan's opportunity to learn from the origin was thrown away by this ass, what else is worth wasting time for this warlock?
Go, pick the fruit!
Ever since, the many evolutionists of Mingguang breathed in the air-conditioning carefully, and once again saw the unlucky...Bah... the fierce battle style of the warlock master who suppressed the entire Mingguang with a fierce spell.
”Boom~”
”Boom~”
”Boom~”
(San Bengzi?)
...
General Ye Lao, who just got off the city wall, set up a pergola with his hands, turned his head stiffly and asked his old secretary.
”What kind of skill is this...”
The old secretary with white hair and vicissitudes of life hesitated.
”Looks like... Wing Chun.”
General Ye Lao rubbed his eyebrows and rolled numbly.
...
It is indeed Wing Chun.
Liu Renjun clutched his face that was slapped in grief and anger.
”you you you!”
Uncle Warlock is shirtless and reveals a sturdy translucent tendon, with a belt as wide as a normal head. The belt is loose and slanting around his waist. There is a bloodthirsty breath that can only be found in some ferocious ancient beasts. Behind him On the ground was a huge and vicious mace, and the ground beneath it spread out a coquettish halo covering an area of at least ten kilometers.
By the way, there is also an idle Pippi Shrimp attached to the mace.
The Pippi Shrimp waved its pliers innocently in a certain direction in the heavy snow——
”Wow~”
An adult Kuangun lying on a certain section of the city wall turned over and continued to sleep. Si Gouzi looked at the red and red lobster on the opposite side and then at a pair of mountain eagles. He had no choice but to squat beside him. Come down, drooling.
”Happy!” Uncle Warlock rubbed his hands, ”Except for Neon Dragon and Lin Chou, your kid is the most skinny guy I've seen recently!”
Liu Renjun's teeth are about to be crushed,
”You don't need magic, you look down on me?”
The warlock wondered,
”Spells are of course used for scientific research to have professional counterparts. In a fight, you have to hit your arms!”
Then he added in a low voice,
”No one is fully developed, do you have magic resistance? A skill reading in the past has been transformed into an unstable structure and this warlock can't cry to death? Where can I find this cheap and good material?”
Liu Renjun: ”...”
”Boom~”
Dark shadows flashed between the two, one staggered, and Liu Renjun was photographed bursting.