Chapter 953 (1/2)

”Brother, I'm back.”

Poetry exhibition Yan a smile, jade feet gently move, toward the sky slowly walk, unique posture, moving smile, even heaven and earth mountains and rivers are eclipsed.

”Just come back.”

Wu Tian smiles, opens his arms, and embraces poems into his arms.

Below the earth, there are many people looking for treasure. When they see this scene, they look respectful and envious.

In my heart, I wonder, the holy one looks just like that. How can a woman be so good?

The familiar embrace, the familiar body temperature, the familiar taste make the poem nose not from a sour.

He buried his head deeply in Wu Tian's arms and held his back tightly with both hands. The poem whispered: ”brother, I thought I would never see you again.”

Wu Tian patted her on the back and said with a smile, ”as long as my brother doesn't let you leave, nobody wants to take you away from me.”

The poem said, ”thank you, brother.”

Wu Tian smiles: ”silly girl, tell me what to thank, as long as you remember, don't do stupid things again.”

”I see.” The poem answered, raised his head, showed his beautiful little tiger teeth, and said, ”brother, now that I have the temple of light, I'm not afraid of the three old Protoss. Let's go and find them.”

Wu Tian's face was black. He pulled her back and gave her a shudder. He said angrily, ”what's the account? Be honest with me.”

”It hurts.” Poetry eat painful knead forehead, aggrieved way: ”elder brother, you start so cruel, beat my head how to do?”

Wu Tian rolled his eyes and said, ”don't pretend. They are all strong in the period of heaven and man. Can I knock them out gently? If you can, your little head must be made of bean curd. As for the three big families, they have already died. There is no need for you to worry about it. ”

”I haven't taught them how to die so soon.” Poetry red lips toot up, seems to be very uncomfortable, and then angry way: ”your head is made of tofu.”

The reaction was significantly slower.

”What? I went to the temple and got angry? Even my brother dares to fight back. ” No sky squint.

”I'm not contradicting my brother. I'm defending my human rights,” he said

Wu Tian naomenzi immediately climbed up a row of black lines, wondering: ”are you the fox God's inheritance, or Xiaoyi?”

The poem said: ”originally, the soldier soul of the temple of light chose Xiaoyi, but Xiaoyi said that she had the inheritance of Feitian fox, so she gave it to me.”

No day surprised incomparably, looked down to small Yi, way: ”you are really generous.”

”I'm not generous. What's your business?” Xiao Yi Dao, with that he pinned his head to one side.

”Can you talk?” Wu Tian was surprised, and the voice was very beautiful.

The poem said: ”what's so fussy about? Xiaoyi has been able to speak for a long time, but she hasn't said it in front of us all the time. This time she's in the temple, she's already grown up. Brother, don't worry about Xiaoyi's tears.”

Wu Tian has some helplessness. Once Feitian Hu reaches maturity, tears are useless. Is it necessary to make her idea?

At the same time, I was disappointed. The tears collected by Xiao Wuhao last time have been used up. It will not be so easy to rebuild the holy soldiers in the future.

With a wave of the poem's jade hand, the temple of light behind him shrinks rapidly, and finally turns into a dust, which melts into the body. Then he asks, ”brother, are you going to fight against the false gods?”

Wu Tian nodded: ”I'll wait for you to go out.”

”If you get rid of the false gods, will you go back to qinglongzhou immediately?”

”Yes.” Wu Tian nods.

The poem leaped and said: ”great, I haven't seen the little guy for a long time. I'm dying of him.”

Wu Tian said with a smile: ”yes, it's been five or six hundred years since I separated from him. I don't know what he's doing at the moment. To be honest, I'm not used to it without him.”

The poem said, ”I think it must be harming some treasure house.”

”It's possible.” Wu Tian smiles, reaches out and rubs her head and says, ”OK, you go to see Sikong Yanran first. These years, they are not less worried about you.”

”Brother, you want to leave me again.” Poetry is not happy.

Wu Tian had no choice but to say, ”how can I leave you? I want you to go to the star world. I have a very important task to hand over to you.”

”What task?” the poem asked

Wu Tian worried: ”this decisive battle, I'm afraid someone will deliberately aim at the star world, so I want you to protect the star world with the temple of light, don't let the plot of the villain succeed.”

”So it is.” The poem suddenly realized, patted the chest, and assured: ”brother, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to prevent the stars from being hurt.”

”I believe you.” Wu Tian laughs and sends her to the star world.

”Prepare for war!”

At the same time, a loud cheering sound sounded in the starry world.

Whoosh!!!A line of figures from Tiancheng swept away, headed by Han Tian and the ice Demon Lord and others, stood in the void neatly and straight, eyes slightly narrowed, ready to go.

The four great beasts flew away one after another, suspended in the air. Looking at the hundreds of people in front of them, especially Han Tianji and the two legions, I was envious.

The natural thing they admire is the innate Saint soldiers and the congenital holy armor.

He was the patron saint of ancient times for countless years, but he didn't even have a sacred soldier.

However, this small world like a bullet has no less than 300 pieces.