Chapter 875 (1/2)
Quiet!
Dead silence!
Silent, the atmosphere is suppressed to the extreme, as if in endless darkness, which can make people suffocate in the past.
”Ticking!”
the silence around us reached the extreme. There was only the sound of drops of sweat on the forehead of the old corpse. There was never fear or horror.
Death, that is a luxury!
Can you see it clearly?
Who are they!
Ancient lady!
Qianlong, the holy master killed from the chaos gate.
The oldest princess of the human race!
Once swept the existence of the supreme in thirty-three days.
Treat the void monster as the meow of food.
One of the seven messengers of misfortune, relying on the Lord
I dare to call it the name of Fuhuang!
Emperor Tianhuang!
The Raven king.
That can provoke, that can provoke, that can't squash the existence of the void.
Old man, who are you provoking!
What bad luck!
It's over. It's really over. It's really a big deal.
Pretending not to be able to make it, but being slapped on the face, and finally not being able to protect the old life, implicated the disaster Lord.
I'm not a pit master.
”Speak! Why don't you talk? Didn't you just say something? ”
”One crown at a time, one mouth at a time, don't poke it up. We are allies. How can I poke it up?”
”It's back. I didn't plan to worry about your troubles, but I couldn't help it!”
”My St. Wang's sister is here, but if he brings me the treasure, anyone who does anything will be killed.”
”Today you are dead or alive, including the disaster Lord behind you. It depends on a person's mood. Do you see the master Qianlong?”
”He is the great saint of our people, my martial uncle, the teacher of my sister Saint Wang, and the teacher of my daughters-in-law, as long as his old man is relaxed.”
”Then I can take it as if it never happened.”
The ancient wasteland still communicated with the old corpse in the empty language, unconsciously lit a cigar again, and took a sip, accompanied by the smoke ring all over the sky.
Thirty six continents!
Let's see the value of these three words.
A word can quell the fighting, but it can also provoke war.
As long as martial uncle doesn't give up his identity as the great saint of the human race, he will have to be forced up one day.
You can't just pretend to be forced. You have to let martial uncle pretend to be forced to make mistakes.
”Crown, you Seriously As long as Saint The master doesn't investigate... ”
”Bullshit, I'm a scholar. I've always been honest and never cheated!”
”Under the crown, seriously!”
”Seriously!”
The terrified old mummy took a breath of cool air, but the heart had already mentioned the voice and the eyes, the words under the crown Is it true or not.
It's just, it's just, it's no matter whether it's a pit or not, I'll let it go.
Everyone here can't be provoked. They are all big men.
Even if the Lord of misfortune comes, he must kneel.
Things have changed, a little face, what is it?
The old mummy stood up tremblingly, took a breath of cool air again, and walked towards the ancient wasteland tremblingly. His heart, liver, spleen and stomach were trembling!
One step, two steps It's only a dozen Zhangs. It's half a quarter of an hour since we left. The messengers of misfortune are all surprised. Because you don't make this terrible existence. What do you want to do?