Chapter 672： Put (1) (1/2)

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When the monsoon smoked the two people without paying attention, they reached out and took a thin, paper-like little paper man who had fallen on the ground and took the dust and smiled and collected it.

If the calamus is in it, it will be noticed that the small paper people who collected the monsoon smoke are the ones that she threw out when they were in the rocky forest.

And the calamus did not know that the small paper people thrown out by the monsoon smoke, as early as the group of demons appeared, quietly stuck to the huge body of the Yaozu, after returning to the underground with the Yaozu, All this was conveyed to the monsoon smoke.

This is where a monsoon smoker brought them to Fujian today. It was a small paper man who fell in the process of the Yaozu’s movement, and the other...the early followers of the demon’s large army, the unconscious Sneaked into the nest of the Yaozu.

Otherwise, how can the mind of the monsoon smoke stop halfway, so that the calamus has staged a threatening drama with no beginning and no end?

Fighting Fei and Yang Lan had been watching in the passage for a long time. The passage was endless and seemed to be invisible. The two of them walked through the fire for a long time and folded back.

When he came back, the face of Zhan Fei had become black.

Even if you don’t want to admit it, you must recognize it.

”It's no wonder that the demon lords of the rot plains have gone out of their ghosts. After attacking the village, so many troops rushed and could not find them. The original group of people was hidden underground.” Yang Lan sneered, then looked at it. The ugly expression of the war, the heart is not ridiculous.

”The passage here is too big. We venture into it and I am afraid that I will encounter the Yaozu in the middle of the road. If I am going to fight with the Yaozu here, I am not prepared for it. I am afraid that I will suffer a big loss.” Yang said.

The monsoon smoke nodded, and then looked at the warfare: ”Is the Warrior satisfied with this answer?”