Chapter 1521 (1/2)

Not to mention the chimpanzees over there asking how many boxes of good wine they ordered in the middle of the night. In short, after the skeletons and zombies on the battlefield went back to the ground, only a few scattered monsters in the forest and a few pitiful flying dragons were left in the sky.

Black fire and spirit star suddenly feel the pressure is light, and the death attendant has put away his weapons and went to his cousin. The only one who is not happy is probably Harry. The red barrel of the gun in her hand drops down.

There are too few enemies and the game is not difficult enough. She doesn't think it's fun.

”After all, my cousin hired me, so I can't take money for nothing, can't I?” The valet twists his buttocks in a race walking posture towards the death knell, and at the same time, he also turns his head and talks to the empty place: ”but I still don't like to deal with magic. The use of this kind of energy has no reason at all. Yeah? Who said I was scared? I'm the protagonist. What about the housing management? Seal the sunspot for me. After a while, he brushes his presents. Don't do it. Wait for me to lick him...

speaking, the two white eyes on the death attendant's mask suddenly narrowed into a seam, and the corners of his mouth were also hooked up.

Because he passed the fallen witch boy.

With his fists on both sides of his waist, Wade, who kept wriggling, stopped. He squatted down to observe the corpses on the ground, as if he were interested in the blue man.

After a few glances, Wade sighed and shook his head.

”DC is the dark, such a small child all hair loss is so serious, there is no brain here really can not survive ah.”

However, in other words, he bit his tongue in the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand in his pants pocket, took out a big brush, lifted his mask and spit on the tip of the pen, so that the dry ink stains were moistened again.

”If you look so miserable, I'll give you a smile.”

With that, he took a big brush to the witch boy's face, and his mouth also gave out the strange laughter of Jie Jie Jie.

However, a blue hand suddenly caught his wrist, making it difficult for the brush to enter.

Wade looked at the corpse and grabbed his hand. Instead of being flustered, Wade grinned and used more strength. He insisted on writing, and whispered, ”little friend, you are a dead man. Do you understand acting? If you don't cooperate, you won't have lunch boxes. ”

The witch boy was speechless at this time. He expected that the knell would guess his plan and cooperate with him. Therefore, he, who did not believe in God, called out for my Lord's words before he started. Naturally, it was a hint.

His original height was 130 and his chest circumference was 77. After he turned into a sharp monster, his height was four meters and his chest circumference was two meters. Naturally, all the extra parts were tentacles.

The sword of the funeral bell didn't even scratch his side. He covered his chest and fell down. Of course, it was a planned feign death.

The people of Wuzhen will never come to the ground all their lives. They will die outside as holy soldiers. They will not come to prove it, nor will they send people to try to join the game. Things have just passed.

In this way, the witch children have both filial piety and loyalty, and they don't have to do things they don't like.

When the world is safe, he will go back to his hometown and make an excuse to say that he is resurrected. No one can say anything at that time.

But the plan is very good, the death knell also gave cooperation, but the young children did not expect, in addition to the black and yellow devil, the other side also has a black red devil.

The witch boy was lying on the ground with the cat in his arms, squinting at the development of the situation. At midnight, the old man gave up as he expected, and the witch boy was proud of himself.

As a result, he saw the strange man walk by, and the goods squatted down and expressed some feelings.

was in the heart of witchcraft's mind. ”I am so expressionless, you make complaints about my death? And it's not hair loss! This is ”St. Peter's hairstyle”, which stands for poverty, purity and obedience. Read for me! ”

But he still remembered his identity as a dead man, so he bore the stench still and allowed the valet to touch his head and press his nose like a button.

But did not expect the other side to advance, but also with spitting to grind ink, to his face to spend things? Are you a clown? Give people a smile?

In a word, he saw the second half of Wade's rotten face from his squint eyes, and immediately felt his stomach churning. Relying on the master's extraordinary willpower, he insisted that he did not vomit out. If you really spit on your face by such a disgusting weirdo, you will not be able to spit at that time.

So the problem is, if Cecilia in the sky finds that the ”dead” witch child suddenly sits up and vomits, then the previous play will be in vain?