Doomsday Pavilion

Don't mention that all the lords are rough men, Ma Daha, the urgency in the tone of this **** can at least cut off more than half of the men present.

There are still people clamoring indignantly about "true temperament", "iron-blooded girl", or "if you like him, go to strong C"——

The warlock pondered and pondered, and the only action was to give the eldest sister a far thumbs up.gif very sincerely.

"Properly~"

You see how direct the eldest sister is!

It is impossible to live, too dangerous and controversial.

After peeling the skin and filling it, the effect may be better. What kind of posture you want to play is what kind of posture~

The eldest sister's face suddenly flashed red, and she was swaying with excitement when she thought of the horrifyingly handsome and terrifying little white face in the local camp.

Exciting, too exciting, even more exciting than bringing your own steel ball!

As for the eyes and comments of other people, the eldest sister can completely ignore—

Not to mention anything else, what happened to us being a fresh and refined female watch in this turbulent era of cataclysm?

So the eldest sister happily just like the New Year.

And Liu Renjun, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, finally thought that he had enough blood bars to show off his hard muscles in front of Ming Guangren.

Liu Renjun glanced back at the magnificent sea of ​​blood, and said with interest,

"Master Warlock, why don't we play a game?"

A few dozen kilometers away, you can hear Mingguangren's "chicks" from his nostrils.

How many seconds can I live longer by selling cute? I'm afraid this kid is not stupid...

The warlock didn't mind,

"Yes, I think you still have the potential to absorb another wave of original sources. Well, if you can survive the third wave, I should remember to burn paper for you next year."

Liu Renjun's face suddenly became ugly-this was the contempt of eating Guoguo.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Liu Renjun’s rank aura has at least reached the fifth-order peak. Even if it is obscure and fluctuates greatly when it is strong and sometimes weak, the fifth-order peak is the fifth-order peak. The actual fifth-order peak is always there. The kind that may attract the **** thunder and lightning.

Let him simply absorb two waves of origin? Then I went to the sixth step improperly!

Hmm, but the opposite of this means that the monkeys must be monkeys, and neither the surname nor the surname can escape the universe or Wuzhishan in the sleeves of your uncle Warlock.

In addition, there is another reason for Liu Renjun's ugly face:

He thought that Gou Yibo meant to take the opportunity to consolidate the new body, but it was quite uncomfortable when even this kind of plan was seen through by the warlock.

You MMP!

Could it be that the lake of blood and the tree of life under my feet can't help you learn what respect is, where does your warlock come from?

Liu Renjun was thinking more and more angry, thinking more and more imaginary, for a moment he was a little stunned, so that the warlock interrupted him so much that he even forgot what he wanted to say.

Master Warlock said,

"Come on, I can still fight for you at this time. How long will it take for you to start the second wave of the original source?"

Liu Renjun: "..."

In the rear, several generals with high ranks looked at Ye Lao.

Old man Ye waved his hand,

"That's right, besides, the person we went there hasn't come out yet, right now, if you fight with him, it will cause accidents if you don't keep them together."

It is normal for Mingguang to have reservations about the number of evolutionaries, especially high-level ones, and even the evolutionaries themselves don't know how many compatriots they have, but that doesn't mean that Mingguang's senior leaders can squander high-end combat power at will.

General Ye Lao is thinking about the few demolition households who crawled past the wellhead--

This kind of guy with a single, pure, destructive power type, Mingguang's inventory index has always been a red line, and it is not a last resort... Bah... it is definitely not them that are abandoned when it is a last resort.

Can't let it go!

Reluctant!

Can't afford to hurt!

A few generals-level guys were very sad.

Liu Renjun is like a fat maggot crawling out of a dungpit, with a guyongguyong on the tip of Mingguang's nose.

It was so disgusting that people could not wait to take out a 250-pound sledgehammer to give a warning to talk about something else.

Just as a few people were in a daze, Ye Lao suddenly shrank his neck.

"Ah... grin...??"

"What's wrong with Ye Lao!"

General Ye Lao retracted, his whole person seemed to be one size smaller.

"Well, the clothes hanging outside are still confiscated. The weather is bad, and 80% of it is going to rain. I will return first and collect the clothes. You guys are staring here..."

Several guys scratched their heads, inexplicably.

"I'll set you a monkey, next, it's snowing!"

The sky is clear...cough...the bright light of the yellow cloud and thousands of miles is suddenly snowing, not just the kind of snowflakes made of blood-colored indescribable worms.

It was a fresh, white, crystal-clear goose feather and heavy snow that instantly enveloped Mingguang Base City, and the entire base city was silent, without any sound.

"Yingyingying, delicious~"

Liu Renjun, who was sculpting on the tree of life, had a flower in front of his eyes, a cold back, and a light body. He actually fell into the lake of blood with his **** and hit a huge wave.

The warlock was also stunned, blinked, and sighed in a beautiful voice for a long time.

"Fuck..."

Liu Renjun was furious.

"This is impossible!!"

His body has just been stripped from the tree of life, and even the link between each other has not been completely separated, and he has to rely on the tree of life to draw the two-stage origin.

Why did it fall off?

How did it fall?

How can it fall?

In the vast expanse, the snow ball boss waving white wings fell from the sky with great light.

"God, angel!"

"So beautiful~"

"Let me take it, this silver flame beauty who is related to Uncle Warlock is not related to me..."

As soon as the snowball boss took his wings, he landed exactly between the warlock and Liu Renjun.

"Yingyingying, your smell smells a bit delicious~"

Liu Renjun was dumbfounded, and pointed to his nose blankly.

"Are you talking about me??"

He felt that his nose must have been crooked at this moment, so angry!

The snow dumpling boss looked back at the warlock and said sincerely,

"Ying, come first, then, but half of the meeting?"

The scarlet flames in the warlock's eye sockets jumped up and down frantically, seeming to be analyzing the snowman's strength or recalling something.

He hesitated to ask for a long time,

"Ai..."

And the sorcerer's voice clearly made Liu Renjun misunderstood.

"Are you still? Did you actually agree?? What do you think I am! Is it a cream cake or a gingerbread man!! Just cut it and divide it into just one point!!!"

Liu Renjun's eyes were all red.

He didn't notice that his words were actually a little weird, and even some inexplicable grudges...