Chapter 311 (1/2)
Su Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. Standing aside, he took off his helmet and lit a cigarette. The strong wind made this move very difficult, but he really needed to calm down.
The wind whistled past the edge of his cloak. Su Ming knew that everything was over. Although the process seemed easy, there was no lack of arrangement and calculation before.
In fact, Su Ming has only 50% confidence in dealing with the black phoenix in this way.
It's also because the cable usually has a serious and serious personality, which can only be achieved by sudden contrast. If you use this method again next time, you may not be able to succeed.
After this time, the smile point of black phoenix must have improved a lot.
The little naughty bent down and patted the back of Qin to help her stop laughing.
”Chin, are you ok?”
”Ha ha, burp... Look at the expression of the cable. It's so funny.” Qin is still laughing. She is belching.
”I know. I see it.” Naughty said helplessly, now is not the time to say this: ”first of all, you have to calm down, the cable is OK, we are all OK, you should keep calm.”
”OK, I see... Hoo... Ha ha...” Qin, who tries to calm down her breath, laughs every time she sees the expression of the cable staring at the sky.
She couldn't help looking.
Su Ming reluctantly looks at the woman. Now it's all over. If she really faints with laughter, Phoenix will take the opportunity to come back.
”Cape, land.”
It's a shame for a lifetime that the cloak didn't want to do for a long time, carrying so many people for their lives, and all of them were not mages. It was a shame for a lifetime.
It needs to clean itself. These people are vomiting, chopping people and doing aerobics. Human society is too complex.
”Well, everyone, it's all over. Kang on this timeline is killed, and Apocalypse is sealed again...” Su Ming straightens his hair with a cigarette: ”by the way, where did Qin put him?”
”I... ha ha... Forget, that's what Phoenix did. I... ha, I can't remember.”
Su Ming pinched the bridge of his nose: ”well, thank you for your help. It's 1942 after all.”
”Wow, cousin, is it so realistic? We'll drive us out when we've finished? ” Wade jumped to his feet, and at last he bound himself with the stapler.
Of course, or would you like them to eat here? He's fed up with the dead man's mouth, and now he wants to take a vacation and relax.
”Shut up. You'll come back to New York with me in a moment. I'll pay you off with the cable, and you'll go back to the future.” Su Ming gave wade a slap, and several staples flew out: ”if you want to talk about something to play with, will it be more in the future?”
Wade tilted his head to think about it. It's true. What's so interesting about war time?
”Well, Slade, would you like to come with us?”
”No, I have other things.” Su Ming threw his cigarette butt into the sea and put on his mask: ”Cape, camataj.”
Every time Su Ming's vehicles are red, which seems to be a kind of fate.
Once again, the cloak soared up, wet and splashing to the camara Taj, where she got back to the New York temple.
New York temple has taken over a new mage. Cassilias is just standing in a corner without any expression. He doesn't know what he has gone through. Now he seems to be more eager for power.
Su Ming doesn't care about this guy's mental process, so it's time to use him in the future.
Make the cloak smaller. After saying hello to the new mage, Su Ming takes the cable and gets on the car parked at the corner of the street.
Suming left Holloway in Cairo, not to wait for himself, but to wait for the people he should have met.
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