The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 324 Watermelon Knight, Princess Shovel (3)

There are three teleportation items in the novice gift pack.

In the original plane, Kuang Qiantui used one.

There are two left,

Simply because the Aiweiti Kingdom is not big in size,

Just enough to send her and the corpse of the knight commander back to the square in front of the hall.

There is a fountain in the center of the square.

In the center of the fountain is a statue.

The young king Lanti I stood side by side with the queen, holding the baby princess in both hands.

three smiling faces,

Brilliant and pure.

Kuang Chitui stood on top of the baby stone sculpture,
At the shoulder of the statue of the king next to it,
The armored knight commander Eze sat there,

not moving at all.

skinny girl,
long and independent,

silent, watching,

The last scene of subjugation in front of him.

nearby,

In front of the fountain,

The king and queen were killed by being shot through the chest with a spear.

overlapping bodies,
Stand like a statue,
The wide-eyed eyes spoke of the unrepentant death.

a little farther away,
Foreign enemies ride high horses,
Raise the long spear and the cold sword,
Grill guy like,
Try to catch up with the people fleeing ahead,
want to puncture one by one,

Throw it in the flames and grill it on a skewer.

farther,
On the back of her ever-faring horse,
recumbent, like a beast of prey,

"Girls" like cubs,
Struggling and resisting unremittingly, twisting, biting and roaring.

The fire of war is like a hungry devil for thousands of years,

return to the world,

Madness devours everything.

The living and the dead.

Ah.

Extremely light, extremely light, extremely mocking.

A smile drowns in the wind,
And the one who should laugh with this is Wanli sprinkled with golden light.

Like Skynet, like the Milky Way,
Like a boundless ocean of light,

Centered on a thin body,
Scattered like a gust of wind and rain, raging away.

"The one who comes comes, the one who goes goes."

Kuang Qiantui jumped from the height of the stone statue,

Toes lightly,

The wind rises from the ground,

Holding up the most honorable master of the kingdom,
Fei also chased the distant enemy.

"Whoever breaks the gate of our country, stay behind."

She waved her arms all the way,
Like the soul conductor on the symphony stage,
The shards of light are musical notes,

The melody jumps and surges,

"Those who step on my people, stop mourning."

The hurricane glows with dim light,

Silently set off the scarlet edge of cold spear and cold sword,

Send people and horses to Jiuxiao.

Until the farthest horse approached,
She smiled softly,
The hoarse voice was like broken copper, tinkling and clanging.

Laughter is as harsh as a spatula,

It sounded like a clear sound in the ears of the captured "girl" who fell on the horse.

"Girl" tried desperately to turn her head,
yelled after failing,
"Chitose! Chitose is you!"

"It's me, Azawa."

"You! You... ouch!"

Ai Zewa was stunned for a second, his expression anxious.

What else do you want to say,
There was a dull pain from the punch in his back, which made his facial features slightly grim.

"Shut up! Little bastard!"

The knight in metal mail yelled loudly,

I don't know where the armor on the face fell.

The sudden change made his heart tremble,

hurry up,

The horse under him accelerated and galloped away.

Kuang Qiansui's face darkened,
His eyes fell on the back armor of the knight,

Like substance.

in consciousness,
System No. [-] hastily added more firewood,
"Host, Ai Zewa is He Junda of this plane!"

Immediately, the oil is full of fire.

Kuang Qiansui narrowed his eyes slightly,
Dabbing his eyes, he saw several bloodstains and bruises on Aizewa's face,
Thin hands the size of soup dumplings stretched forward,
A cloudy wind gathers beneath me,

The golden light rushed to her palm from all around,

If moths fly into a flame, they will huddle together.

Next second,
The light group shot rapidly, covering the front horses layer by layer,

Roll until it is half-empty and swallow it with a poof.

The knight fell back,
The neck was facing Chitose's palm.

immature fingers,

Looks weak and weak.

The knight draws his sword and wants to draw back,

Instead, he was trapped by the biting cold wind, unable to move.

But see that hand,

It is easy to pinch the armor to deformation,

Taking apart mail with bare hands is comparable to peeling melons and vegetables.

The knight was shocked by the scene in front of him,
eyes open,

He couldn't make any sound.

The thin fingers in the throat move slightly,

tighten slowly,

With hoarse and cold whispers,
"Comfort my soul with your flesh and blood."

(End of this chapter)