The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 3820 Gathering
People do not kill themselves for their own sake!

All you have to do now is to quickly pick yourself out.

As long as you play in the dark, that thing has nothing to do with me.

I just want to save my own little life.

This is the current purpose of Cao Ji.

He felt that his small request should not be too much, right?

The momentum has already been placed here, the others are not, what is there to say?

Rhythm... The key is that the rhythm must be steady.

Relatively speaking, this is the top priority!

As for the other ones that don't, just let him continue to mess up slowly.

Snapped!
Cao Ji ushered in a loud slap in the face and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Bastard!"

"You mean this saint will lose here?"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"damn thing!"

"Are you afraid that this saint's defeat will affect you?"

"Your wishful thinking is very good!"

"Damn things!"

"If I don't take care of you today, I really think I'm a person!"

"A dog like you dares to be arrogant in front of me!"

"This saint lets you stay here as an audience, that's your honor!"

"There's no bargaining for you here!"

"Stay here for me! Don't go anywhere!"

"Witness the glory of this saint!"

"If you dare to escape, I will kill you!"

Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint of the Temple of Light, gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

This attitude is especially resolute at the moment!
The other ones don't have any, what's there to say?

Nonsense!It doesn't make any sense at all!

At this point, there must be a kind of momentum like destroying the ancients!
Cao Ji was beaten, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

A heart is messy to the extreme, the rhythm is messy, and the thoughts are extremely loose.

"Originally, I didn't think that the bastard Ouyang Tu would lose, but I just made some preparations in advance."

"But seeing this guy in such a frantic state, and looking at Fang Fan on the opposite side, he was very calm from beginning to end."

"In this way, this Ouyang disciple may really be cold."

"I have a very bad feeling."

"call!"

"My hunch is... as if nothing was wrong."

"Especially when it comes to this kind of big thing."

"If this Fang Fan was so easy to deal with, it would be impossible for him to return safely to the Protoss city several times."

"And every time I go, I get stronger."

"These... these are for a reason."

"Whirring whirring!"

"Now...now these things must...must be brought under control."

"I have to be ready all the time."

"Once you see that the momentum is not right, just run away."

Cao Ji shrank his neck and his eyes flickered slightly.

I thought to myself, my thoughts gradually racing through my mind.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like this.

At this moment, his face turned red, and everything was silent.

The rhythm of pulling the hips is gathering frantically at the moment.

Slowly, the feeling is coming!
"okay!"

"Any last words?"

"speak out!"

"But I'm definitely not going to help you fulfill your last words!"

"Ha! Hahahaha!"

"They all say that you are the reincarnation of a true god."

"I don't think so!"

"If you can really kill the reincarnation of the true god, this is also a great honor!"

"Enough for my dazzling life!"

"Others are terrified of you because they suspect that you are the reincarnation of a true god."

"but I do not know how."

"You are nothing to me!"

"At a glance, it's like that."

"Is the true God really omnipotent?"

"If this is the case, you will not be reduced to this!"

"Suffer to death!"

"Today I, Ouyang Tu, also came to experience the thrill of killing a god!"

Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, gritted his teeth. As he spoke, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. At this moment, he was panting, his lips were frantically purring, his thoughts suddenly rushed in his mind, and his hands were folded in front of him. The endless rhythm completely collapsed, and everything was silent.

At this moment, everything in front of you is to be completely torn and cleaned!

In this way, it can reflect the boundless pleasure!
"Hahaha!"

"It's so lively here!"

"Saint Ouyang, why are you so impatient!"

There was a burst of laughter in the distance, and then two figures appeared in front of everyone.

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian.

The first god child of the Dark Temple is a madman.

The two came together.

This game is getting more and more interesting.

"I didn't expect that I would make many people worry about it."

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a sarcastic expression appeared on his face as he spoke.

……

"The devil?"

"What are you here for?"

"You follow me?"

The face of Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, gradually darkened, and his face looked very ugly when he spoke.

He is not a fool, and he knows exactly what happened at the moment.

He just came out to kill Fang Fan, and it must not be accidental that this devil came after him.

Moreover, Ouyang Tu was very careful when he came out of Yuanshi Divine City, but he did not expect 2 to reveal his whereabouts.

It seems that this devil day has arranged for people to pay attention to his movements early!

As soon as Mo Tian, ​​the shit-sucker, came, he wanted to kill Fang Fan, and there was an extra layer of haze!
"Brother Ouyang, don't say it so ugly!"

"What is tracking?"

"If you want to talk about following and following, it was your brother Ouyang who took the lead in carrying out the other party's little friend."

"Little friend Fang Fan is so talented, your Light Alliance Temple is not protecting him well. You, the first-class saint of the Light Alliance Temple, actually came to intercept him secretly!"

"Hey!"

"It's no wonder that your Bright Alliance Temple has not made much progress these years!"

"Now it seems that this is the reason?"

"Little friend Fang Fan's talent is the greatest wealth of our allies!"

"Little friend Fang Fan spared no effort in fighting the Protoss, and made outstanding achievements, how could he be killed by a traitor?"

"It's fine if this saint doesn't see it. Once this saint sees it, it's impossible to sit back and ignore it!"

"If you just sit back and ignore it, what's the point? Isn't it the same as a traitor?"

"Little friend Fang Fan, what I rely on most in the Dark Temple is a true hero like you!"

"It would be great if little friend Fang Fan could come to my dark temple!"

"Hey!"

"If my dark temple has a talent like Fang Fan, it can be worth a million elites!"

"Little friend Fang Fan alone is enough to hold up half the sky of my dark temple!"

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, was talking, and then slowly brought in his own wishes and rhythm.

All these words are hype.

It has to be said that this is indeed a master of MLM.

(End of this chapter)