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

Yuan Jiuxiang's words gradually brought back the consciousness of the Guangming Pope Yuwen Hanlin.

I don't want to die right now.

As his lips twitched, he actually wanted to cry right now.

What kind of bastard life is this!

Damn it!

Throw it up, just throw it up!

Damn! All assholes!

A mouthful of reverse blood, almost spit it out.

Unable to grasp it, it just followed the destruction directly.

The cold heart is being burned bit by bit at this moment.

There is no fluctuation anymore.

After the sense of volatility gradually disappears, there is nothing left to say.

"It's all you!"

"all because of you!"

"It's you who kept nagging in my ears, asking me to kneel down to Fang Fan, asking me to submit to him, asking me to beg for his protection."

"You keep giving me psychological hints."

"You entrapped me!"

"You made me miserable!"

"You...you are a complete bastard!"

"You buried the Pope! You are using the Pope as...as a gun!"

"Why are you so cruel?"

"It's all right now, your wish has been fulfilled, right?"

"You're having fun, aren't you?"

"But I'm upset! I can't stand it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

...

Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin was talking, saliva mixed with blood dripped down the corner of his mouth.

It's kind of disgusting to look at.

Yuan Jiuxiang stepped back subconsciously.

He naturally knew that he couldn't yell too much with this guy at this time.

In terms of mentality, slowly follow the collapse point.

Awareness in all aspects, all-round locking.

Feelings are also becoming active little by little.

For Yuan Jiuxiang, what he is doing now is naturally not to add fuel to the flames, but to appease Yuwen Hanlin.

Let Yuwen Hanlin willingly serve Fang Fan as a dog and a war slave.

In this case, it can be regarded as selling one to Fang Fan, and then he can lick his face and lean towards Fang Fan's side to seek protection.

This is all scheming.

One is more cunning than the other.

"Your Majesty, accept your fate."

"Since it's already like this, don't think too much about it."

"Anyway, if you think about it, it basically doesn't make any sense. On the contrary, it will make yourself feel tired."

"To be honest, it's not necessary, it's not necessary at all."

"I mean, let's call it a day, okay?"

"You are making trouble here now, and it won't change anything."

"Everything has become a fait accompli."

"Since it is already a fact, we can only try to accept it."

"After all, this is fate."

"Your Majesty the Pope, in order to survive, he has sacrificed everything before."

"After all the hard work, I finally found a chance to be sheltered. Now let me give up this chance?"

"This... this is too stupid."

"I don't think you can do that at all."

"In the end, you get nothing."

"Your Majesty, in fact, now, we... we can completely think about it in another way."

"Although...Although it is said that Fang Fan's war slave in name, but how to say this kind of relationship, there are advantages and disadvantages."

"In this way Fang Fan can completely trust you and treat you as his own."

"In this way, when he builds the divine ladder into a path to becoming a god, he might bring you along."

"If this is the case, wouldn't it be fun?"

"Your Majesty, don't you want to go to God's Domain to have a look?"

"Don't you want to visit those so-called true gods face to face?"

"If it's a coincidence, maybe the Pope will also be able to achieve the position of the true god in the future!"

"If that time really comes, I hope that His Majesty the Pope will continue to protect me!"

Yuan Jiuxiang started to paint big cakes.

As he talked, the rhythm gradually drifted away.

There is still a way to win people over.

In the beginning, the Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin just wanted to die, but now, there is some light in his eyes gradually!

He seems to see a better tomorrow in front of his eyes!

Hope... condensed here!

A wave down, so excited!

"Road to God... God's Domain... True God?"

"One day in the future, I...do I have a chance to become a true god?"

"Is this my future alone?"

"Yuan Jiuxiang, did you foresee all this?"

"Do you think these will come true?"

"I can become a god...I can become a god! I can also become a god!"

"If... if there is a real chance to become a god, what's the point of being a war slave for Fang Fan?"

"Even...even if it's just to experience the feeling of being a god."

"This... this is my destiny and my hope."

"Isn't that what I want?"

"I want I want!"

The posture of gnashing teeth is fully displayed, the light in the eyes flickers frantically, and the corners of the mouth are fully raised when speaking.

Excited heart, trembling hands, only after experiencing it personally, can we understand the endless fun!

excited! And sincere!

Invincible at the moment, let alone tell anyone!

"call!"

"nailed it."

"Just wake up his desire."

"As long as this guy can't die, it's considered a success."

"If this guy is really dead, this matter is really troublesome."

"At that time, even I will be embarrassed to stay here."

"Now I can still rub a blessing position."

"The Motian whose body was occupied by the soul of the God of Destruction has officially swallowed Motu's body at this moment."

"In this case, it should...it should be the next step."

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

"Interesting...really interesting!"

"Directly proceeding with a comprehensive promotion."

"Follow the established path and keep walking."

"That's good, too."

"I don't know what method Fang Fan will use to kill this monster."

"This is the God of Destruction after all!"

"This is a true god!"

"I've heard that Fang Fan seems to have slaughtered a few real gods' consciousness and soul before."

"Perhaps he really has some special method?"

"Anyway... Anyway, it's already like this now."

"I can only pin all my hopes on him."

"Don't... don't let me down!"

"It must be successful!"

"If you fail, you will be completely cold!"

"This wave... this wave must be steady... steady!"

Yuan Jiuxiang muttered to himself, thinking to himself, couldn't help clenching his fists.

There are not no warriors who can truly face life and death, but they are a minority after all.

For those cultivators with a certain status, the higher the status, the more afraid they are of death.

With a status, it is equivalent to enjoying it every day.

Such a day, without suffering, every day is so comfortable, who is willing to die?

Yuan Jiuxiang bet all his bets on Fang Fan this time.

Of course, he could only bet on Fang Fan.