Chapter 286 (1/2)

”Clatter......”

Hard, cold, shaking.

Chen Xiaoming thinks it's better to sleep in such a bad bed for the first time than to sleep in the wild.

Eh, wait, No.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Chen Xiaoming suddenly realized that it was wrong. He actually had a body?

Just a spiritual force, at the moment, Chen Xiaoming is actually aware of the existence of the body, and it is not his original body.

The power of spirit glanced. The next second, Chen Xiaoming was stunned and stayed where he was.

One......... Two......... Three

Lying trough, play with me. Whose body is this.

In his heart, Chen Xiaoming yelled. Chen Xiaoming's spiritual power suddenly ran away. His controlled body immediately jumped up and stamped his feet angrily.

”Eh, yes, you are the best one among the people who came this time.” a cold voice came.

Chen Xiaoming, who was above his head, turned around in an instant and directly spit out fragrance.

”You're next door. Don't you see I'm busy.”

Anger, words without quality, is full of gunpowder.

If the voice is not sweet glutinous rice, but a high pitched tenor, it is very deterrent.

The young man with black hair who spoke before was stunned, and several scars on his face shook unconsciously with the trance of his expression.

A little Lori, who is only about one meter five, actually said Lao Tzu, and even spit fragrance. If it weren't for her sweetness and loveliness.

Bah, no, if you don't kill your teammates, you have to deduct points. The young man thinks he doesn't mind giving her a Dongbo!

I took out my gun!

The desert eagle with black infinite bullets, produced by the LORD God, must be a boutique!

”I hope you can keep your anger for a while.”

With a cold drink, the young man didn't speak again and didn't start. It was for the sake that the other party was the new sister. If he dared not know the proper measure, he would let her know what blood romance is.

After scolding, Chen Xiaoming felt much better. Depression must be depression, but at least it was a little easier.

In his mind, the mechanical voice sounded, and Chen Xiaoming was stunned.

”Biochemical crisis I, God space, infinite terror?”

As soon as Chen Xiaoming raised his eyebrows, he looked aside and saw that he and others were in a carriage. On the ground, a handsome white-collar man slowly woke up. On the ground beside him, there were other people, a total of six.

Chen Xiaoming was confused, but he was silent. He slowly sat aside and quietly watched the development of the situation.

Yu Guang, the young man who spoke before, glanced and couldn't help but pick his eyebrows, revealing some profound light.

It's not easy for the girl to suddenly appear in a strange environment and recover her composure so quickly.

The young man thought in his heart that he was a little more afraid of Chen Xiaoming.

Slowly, everyone in the carriage woke up. Looking at the conversation between them and the familiar plot, Chen Xiaoming frowned.

”Is it really an infinite world? How did you come here?”

Tracking the space of the LORD God, Chen Xiaoming lost his memory under the lightning. When he woke up, he came here.

”It must be the ghost of the silver light.”

After thinking about the memory in his mind, all the doubts were attributed to the sudden silver light. Chen Xiaoming was angry at the thought of being plotted.

”Grandma, don't let me know who you are, or the beating mother won't recognize you.”