Chapter 1965: My son, more than 1 cut (2/2)

Jun Chang smiled and frowned tighter.

According to what it said, it would become a sacrifice to sin, save the night stars, and help him change the future.

”no way.”

The system said: ”This is a multiple choice question.”

”fart!”

Jun Chang smiled and said: ”Children will make choices. I want to change the future of stars and the fate of sinners. If the sky stops me, I will go against the sky!”

Against the sky again.

God owes you money?

To tell the truth, at this stage, Jun Chang said with a smile, not only did he not feel Zhong Er Qi, but also showed a passionate blood, which made many readers go back to the boyhood without a trace of change.

”So strong!” Zhang San was startled.

Jun Changxiao is communicating with the system with his heart, his eyes revealing the strength of the child but deeply touching him, and once again firmly believe that this child will make a worldly move!

If you want to resurrect a person, you can't just rely on the momentum, so Xiao Xiaoji can only survive, as far as it is concerned, it can only rely on the system mall.

to this end.

Jun Changxiao quickly refreshed.

If you really brush it out, it will be said to be too fake, so ten brushes are not even there.

He used to be disgusted by the limited number of times before, and today he wished to copy up the chair next to smashing the mall.

Xiao Guiji is not resurrected for a day, but Jun Chang laughs because of sleep and sleep.

The same is true of the disciples of Vanguardism.

The battle was over, they should have celebrated, but they couldn’t keep up the spirit when they returned to Zongmen.

Especially the female disciples such as Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying were crying the most. If the tears could accumulate, I am afraid that the entire Iron Bone Mountain would be flooded within a few days.

of course.

Xuangui tribe is also very painful.

Xiao Guiji has fallen, and the hope of their ethnic group has also fallen. After all, the two parties signed a life contract, and both will be honored, and both will suffer.

the next day.

Yuan Gongzi came to the study and looked at the haggard Jun Chang who smiled and said hardly: ”When will a burial mound be established for sin?”

”just now.”

Jun Chang laughed hoarsely.

”I'll do it now.” Yuan Gongzi turned and left.

Before leaving, Jun Chang smiled and raised his head, telling: ”Must choose the best Feng Shui treasure!”

”Yes.”

”By the way let heaven come.”

”Yes.”

It didn't take long for Li Shangtian to come to the study, and from the slightly swollen eyes, apparently crying because of the fall of Brother Xiao.

”Take all the pictures of your sins.” Jun Chang smiled.

Although there are no bones, the tombstone must have a photo.

Li Shangtian melded into the space ring, and took out all the photos taken in the past years with Brother Xiao’s lens. There are still a lot of them. At least a few hundred, it can be seen that there have been no trailing snapshots before.

”No.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: ”Nothing.”

He needs to choose a very representative picture, so that when the world commemorates the sacrifice, he can deeply feel that his disciple's strength is so powerful.

”Sect Master, it's gone.” Li Shangtian said bitterly.

The level of these photos can be regarded as the top level in the industry, and there is really no way to look down.

”Snapped!”

Suddenly, Jun Chang smiled and patted his head, realizing: ”I almost forgot!”

”call out----”

Open the system panel~~ and click on the Lingyan Pavilion.

The pictures taken by Li Shangtian are professional, but in terms of appearance and temperament, the portraits hanging inside are the most vivid!

Ok.

Lingyan Pavilion also has the function of helping the disciples who settle in to preserve their portraits.

Jun Changxiao trembles and raises his hand, the point of inner pain is on the scroll with Xiao Xiaoji's name written on it, until the latter unfolds from top to bottom, he is standing still.

Picture scroll.

Blank!

There are four eye-catching fonts engraved at the very end-click Resurrect!

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PS, the red-haired man was guessed, which made me very helpless, but Jingzhi laughed, how did you guess, I now announce that Xiao Duo is not my trumpet, you are!