Battle Frenzy

After finishing a round of wine, the atmosphere became solidified invisibly. Lord Vazina knew that it was time for him to talk. He took a deep breath, stood up, and then kneeled down, "Two princes, empire. Now you need your decision most, only you can bring us true justice and dignity."

Immediately, the people in the entire room bowed to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled. "You are so embarrassed, so heavy, I am afraid I can't afford it. You should talk to the father and my older brother."

"No! The king is wise, but he is too addicted to the Federation. Only the second prince is the leader who truly approaches the people and understands the public opinion."

Lord Wachner simply did not accept the prince's embarrassment, indicating his only loyalty.

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and his eyes were sharp and sharp in black and white. "Then you should make good use of this incident and give me the eye-catching big brother, the pillar of the younger generation of Porter, hehe."

Mooreden is crazy, and the radiation-producing drugs have lost their effectiveness. He has already felt that high-dose radiation has begun to affect his body. His eyes are already somewhat blurred. Fortunately, there is no ghosting and hallucination. Can still fight!

He has no idea how many people he killed, the harsh environment and these mad madmen, which makes him regret a little, not afraid of death, but ignores the pattern of the Tutankhamun Empire, **** it.

Suddenly, Molden's eyes were empty, and he suddenly realized that all the enemies who had rushed down were wiped out by him.

Did you win?

Molden has put in a few pills, and this time the side effects have been taken care of.

It is the sound of the rapid and dense flow of sand. Only when a large-scale person runs on the sand dunes will there be such a movement, and the silent and hot air will become more anxious because of this sound.

The hard-working Moorden looked up and felt desperate for the first time.

As the best disciple of the Porter family, Moorden will remain ambitious in any environment and under any circumstances. Only by not giving up will there be a chance!

But now this situation...

Why can Laozi be optimistic? ? ?

At least two hundred mad nerves are killing him. These guys are monsters that will be eaten together with the class, and are more cruel and crazy than the mutant beast!

Morden's face was blue and green, looking around, the sand of death, is his last place to die? By the way, he is one of the best disciples of the Porter family. If he died here, what reaction will the Potter family have?

The feeling of conspiracy is getting heavier and heavier. As long as he is dead, even if the Potter family knows that there is a problem, he has to come in. The best disciple is dead. There can be no family of retaliatory actions. It is a kind of weakness. Once the family has lost awesome heights, some of the allies may turn into a dangerous enemy to give you a scorpion!

Is this someone wanting to start with the Potter family?

This is what Molden, who thinks he is smart, is the most intolerable. Unconsciously, he became a **** that incited the family.

The final battle, at the touch of a hair!

At this moment, a figure appeared in the center of the battlefield, slowly walking his way step by step, the bright bald head, the coffin on his back, like a whirlpool, attracting everyone’s attention. That kind of attraction is like a horrible man who is about to explode and see a beautiful woman, not just a temptation, but a hunger and thirst.

"Ah!" Morden stunned and recognized the shiny bald boy.

Mainly his head is too bright... too special.

At the same time, those crazy radiation people suddenly stopped, Muzi looked at the bruises of the whole body, and finally, his eyes cast on those who are not human radiation.

"I am just passing the road..."

Muzi’s face was apologetic. Suddenly, Huangsha suddenly seemed to have life. Countless sand hands came out and dragged a piece of radiation into the yellow sand. Soon, the desert returned to its original state. As if it has always been that way.

Then there is no more then.

When Morden was awake, it was already at night, and he opened his eyes, and the silence of the dead desert disappeared.

He almost thought he was no longer in the desert of death.

However, he lay on the sand.

"You are awake. I am leaving."

A voice faintly sounded, Muzi still expressionless.

"wait."

Moore boarded up and stood up. The wound left in the battle immediately sent a violent pain, and he almost fell down again. In the moonlight, he saw the bald head and reflected the moonlight.

Muzi stopped his footsteps and looked at him faintly.

There are countless words in Moore's heart. Under such eyes, even a word can't be spit out, just saying "Thank you."

"No, you helped me last time."

Last time? Moorden groaned. Did he help Muzi last time? To that extent, he is just a nosy.

"Let's wait, you... is it really passing? We, can we see you again?"

Muzi glanced at Moore's, and nodded. "I want something, just buried here. I have already taken it out. It is best not to meet again. Your life is not hard enough, so you can't be too close to me." ""

Molden was dumbfounded, and with a little movement, it caused a severe cough.

From small to large, he has not lost his playing cards!

Muzi paused and said: "Right, you better hurry to leave the desert of death, where you will continue to consume your life."

"how about you?"

Muzi just smiled, where most of the deaths, where is his destination, but the federal people seem to be really good, blame, not bad.

"This is my paradise."

Molden looked at the back of Muzi's disappearing, and his life was not hard. Did he encounter a harder life?

Tianjing College ~www.readwn.com~ Wang Zhong and Barron have one-on-one special training. Any team, reloading is very important, perhaps never the most outrageous, but defense is survival. The fundamental, and how far the Tianjing team can go, it depends on how long Barron can support, which is why Wang Zhong has been accompanying Barron for confrontation.

Barron screamed, and the soul in the body was suddenly loosened like a compact spring. The explosive power poured into his body like a tsunami, brutally colliding!

砰~~~~~~~~~~

The violent crash sounds, but this is not the end, brutal collision, the second paragraph!

Barron's breath suddenly sank, he already felt the power of the heavy cushion, and his legs sank, the power of the earthquake immediately became his motivation, and the second fierce force came again.

The ground is squeaky and bears tremendous strength. After this period of training, Barron can already master the explosive skills. If it is hard, I am afraid that no one can compare with Baren, training for a long time during the day, even at night. Dreaming of the body is repeating the action.

(Third, ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket, thank you!!!) (To be continued.)