Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

People don't kill themselves!

All he had to do now was to pick himself out quickly.

Even if you fight in the dark, that thing has nothing to do with me.

I just need to save my own life.

This is the current purpose of Cao Ji.

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

The momentum is already here, what else is there to say about the others?

Rhythm... The key is that this rhythm must be stabilized.

Relatively speaking, this is the top priority!

As for the other things that are there or not, let him continue to mess up slowly.

Snapped!

What Cao Ji greeted was a loud slap and a fierce look.

"Asshole!"

"You mean this saint will lose here?"

"What bastards are you talking about!"

"damn thing!"

"Are you afraid that the defeat of this saint will affect you?"

"Your wishful thinking is very good!"

"Asshole!"

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

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

"It's your honor for this saint to let you stay here as an audience!"

"There is no bargaining for you here!"

"Stay here! 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 in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

It is especially firm to show this attitude at the moment!

Others are not there, what can I say?

Nonsense! It doesn't make any sense!

Now that things have come to this, there must be a destructive momentum!

Cao Ji was beaten, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, he could only purse his lips, and his eyes could not help but flutter.

A heart is extremely messy, its rhythm is chaotic, and its thoughts are extremely loose.

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

"But seeing this guy looking so angry, and looking at Fang Fan opposite, he was very calm from the beginning to the end."

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

"I have a bad feeling."

"call!"

"My premonition seems to be... as if there is nothing wrong."

"Especially on such a big thing."

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

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

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

"Whirring whirring!"

"Now... now these things must... must be controlled."

"I have to be ready all the time."

"Once you see that the momentum is wrong, just run away."

Cao Ji shrank his neck, his eyes flickered slightly.

Thinking secretly in my heart, my thoughts gradually rushed in my mind.

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

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

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

Slowly, the feeling is coming!

"okay!"

"Any last words?"

"speak out!"

"But I will definitely not 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 reincarnated body of the true god, this is also a great honor!"

"Enough to dazzle me for a lifetime!"

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

"but I do not know how."

"To me, you are nothing!"

"At first glance, that's it."

"Is the true God really omnipotent?"

"If that's the case, you won't be reduced to this!"

"Die!"

"Today, I, Ouyang disciple, also come to experience the thrill of killing a god!"

Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, gritted his teeth. As he spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He was panting for breath, his lips were groaning wildly, and his thoughts rushed in his mind. He put his hands together in front of him. The endless rhythm completely collapsed, and everything was silent.

Right now, I want to completely tear everything in front of me clean!

Only in this way can the boundless sense of carelessness be reflected!

"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.

Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple.

The two came hand in hand.

This round is getting more and more interesting.

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

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and there was a sneer on his face as he spoke.

...

"Magic Heaven?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you following me?"

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

He is not a fool, he knows exactly what happened right now.

The moment he came out to intercept Fang Fan, the demon came here, it must not be a coincidence.

Moreover, Ouyang Tu was very careful when he left Yuanshi Shencheng, but he didn't expect 2 to reveal his whereabouts.

From this point of view, the Demon Heaven had already arranged for people to pay attention to his movements!

Once Mo Tian, ​​the shit-stirring stick, came, he wanted to kill Fang Fan, and there was an extra layer of haze!

"Brother Ouyang, don't speak so harshly!"

"What is tracking?"

"Speaking of stalking and following, it was you brother Ouyang who took the lead in doing it with little friend Fang Fan."

"Fang Fan is such a talented person, it's just that your Temple of the Alliance of Light doesn't protect him properly. You, a first-class saint in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, actually came here secretly to kill him!"

"Why!"

"It's no wonder that your Temple of the Alliance of Light hasn't made much progress in these years!"

"Now it seems that the reason is here?"

"A genius like Fang Fan is the greatest wealth of our allies!"

"Little friend Fang Fan has spared no effort in fighting against the God of War clan, and has made outstanding achievements. How can he be killed by traitors?"

"It's fine if the saint didn't see it. Once the saint sees this matter, he can't just sit idly by!"

"If you really sit back and ignore it, what will it be? 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!"

"Why!"

"If my Dark Temple has a genius like Fang Fan, it can be worth millions of elites!"

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

The first saint in the Dark Temple, Mo Tian, ​​was speaking, and then slowly brought in his own wishes and rhythm.

This is all flattery.

I have to say that this is indeed a good hand in pyramid schemes.