Chapter 1281: (1/2)

Shoot and dry, under the call of Bai Ji, fly all over the sky

Dancing with a dazzling hand.

Blood disaster festival

The card is like a blood-red butterfly in Bai Ji's body

On the gathering, weaving into a long red dress, ceremonial

The suit is fluttering, like a ball squirming and fluttering in the air

Blood.

Only a spiked laurel crown hovered behind Bai Ji's head, dressed

With the dark wings, it is like the world in a fairy tale

Satan came down to the disaster in the coming days.

The messy voice hummed, as if she was using her

My own language declares that this world is about to come to an end.

Eh? Did we forget something?

When she started, Bai Ji suddenly flashed this in her mind

Strange thoughts, she tilted her head and thought.

Could it be that I still have something to worry about in my heart

WEAT? No, no?

The blood flows along the cuffs, necklines and skirts of Shirahimee

Out, if they fall to the earth like raindrops, they seem to be given

Like life, it flows and entangles on the earth, like

The paintings are drawn together like brushes, forming a whole covering

A big magic circle in a central city.

A blood-red storm rose to the sky and swept across the city

Bang, as long as it continues to burn, the central city will be in blood red

In the tribulation of heaven, the people who live in it

People will be crushed into powder.

Just use this to drag them all down the crimson ground

The prison is over.

Whether it’s a hiding devourer or an aboriginal dwelling

Min, none of them can escape as to whether they are none