Eschatological System

The middle-aged man wearing a shabby cotton jacket and a few robes of white cotton wool for a moment was silent, and looked—eyes at Kebei, a gentle face showing—a faint smile.

The breeze was blowing, and some messy weeds on the tattered straw shoes of the middle-aged man moved slightly, and the middle-aged man looked down—eye straw shoes, there were straw holes—a hole, and the thumb with black mud slightly retracted inward. Shrinking, it seemed that the breeze was a bit cold.

Several weeds on the straw shoes were slightly moved, and the middle-aged man stepped out at random—steps, this—steps seemed common, but—stepping out of the middle-aged men suddenly appeared in front of Ke Bei.

"Hold it."

The big brother handed Ke Bei the order of blood that was swept away by the burly man, and his eyes were as calm as ancient wells.

"Thank you, brother."

Ke Bei took the Yuanxuan Ling and smiled. He was very clear that Jiuman was going to be unlucky. The master seemed very gentle. In fact, he started to work, it was definitely a very hot character.

The three strongest men in the imaginary state of the Purple-Eyed Jinzhang tribe were mostly scrapped by the three fingers of their master 'Gentleness'.

"Do you know what the token that just got rolled into you?"

The middle-aged man turned slowly, looking at the burly man's nine-savage look—as usual calmness—moderate.

Height-Zhang Er, muscle uplift, like-a hilly burly Jiuman, suddenly trembled in horror, powerful body-this moment seems to have lost all strength, opened his mouth, rock-like resolute lips, slightly moved , Want to speak to explain what, but in the face of this seemingly moderate middle-aged man, but never dare to speak.

the fat is in the fire!

At the bottom of Jiuman's heart—the film was cold and he glanced secretly—Kebei, until now he still has some confusion, isn't Luke—a titled master of the palace? Why did the legendary big man in the temple suddenly appear.

"If you don't know I tell Long ..."

Master's face was still gentle, and Jiuman was calmly annotated. Somewhat strangely, these nine men were obviously burly and had the height of Zhang Er, but facing the gentle eyes of Master, he even felt a need to look up.

Not only is Jiuman feeling weird, Ke Bei and the old man in gray clothing are also a bit stunned. The middle-aged man is not tall, but no one dares to look at him. In his calm and gentle eyes, he can only look up!

"The name of the token is Xue Yuanling. Xue Yuanling represents the teacher ..."

The master looked at Jiuman, the burly man, calmly, and didn't say any more, but his meaning Jiuman was already clear. When he heard the three big characters in blood, his body was shaking uncontrollably, eyes He was full of fear, and looked back—the elegant palace behind him, flashed in the eyes full of fear, and obscured his expectations. He knew very well that if the person behind him didn't show up today, he would probably be in danger.

Blasphemy Order, that's a great sin!

"噗通"

Not dare to hesitate, the burly man suddenly knelt down.

"Nine brutal convicts."

This-the burly man lost all of his pride, like-a naughty child, under the punishment of his parents, his body shivering in the breeze.

"You can confess your sins and confess them.

Master said gently.

"If you don't enter ... guilty, you will be punished!"

The big brother slowly put out the very clean one in the cotton-padded jacket-the white palm, and gently pressed it against Jiuman's head.

"Brother Wan Jian, can you give the little girl a thin face ..."

At the moment when the palm of Master Wan Jian was about to fall above Jiuman's head, in the elegant pavilion, the soft and crisp sound of Dao came out slowly. At the same time, the bamboo door of the elegant pavilion opened slowly, wearing plain white. The court skirt, the blue silk was coiled high, and the head was inserted with a root jade, a woman of about 30 years old came.

Ke Bei looked at the woman who came out of Zhulou, her eyes narrowed slightly. This woman could make—a strong man with a peak of virtual reality—guard the door, and certainly also—a very powerful existence. Hearing the voice of the woman, Ke Bei turned his attention to the elder brother, wondering in his heart whether he would give the woman a thin face.

Of course, Ke Bei did not want his face to be given to the lady, because-Mr. Dan gave his face to the lady, then he would lose face!

The next move of the elder brother did not disappoint Ke Bei. The palm of the elder brother Bai Ji didn't stop because of the appearance of the woman. It was still slow, but he firmly pressed against the head of the burly man Jiuman.

Click

With the fall of Master Bai Bai's palm, the burly-like tower of the Han Tower suddenly appeared—the fine cracks!

"Abandon your practice for thousands of years, and hope to take this as a warning."

The master slowly retracted his palm, turned quietly, and never looked at the woman—the eye.

"The etiquette cannot be defeated."

The middle-aged man approached Ke Bei, and looked at his eyes calmly—the woman, said softly—sentence.

"Hey……". "

—A woman dressed in a white court suit looked at—the burly man who fell to the ground ’s fascinator, sighed slightly—he immediately walked in front of Ke Bei and bowed to the master before saluting—Eye Ke north.

"The little girl doesn't know Tarzan, her slave doesn't understand the etiquette, and she offends. She also hopes her Royal Highness will not blame her."

"Save people!"

Ke Bei ignored the glamorous woman and said with a low voice. He knew that the woman meant to call her His Highness, not because he was the recipient of the title of the Lord of the Temple, but the meaning of the Young Lord of the Temple!

As the third disciple of the lord of the temple, Ke Bei was qualified to be proud and qualified to be honored as His Highness.

-After the glamorous woman in white clothes was facing Corbeth L, she respectfully picked up Bingyou and went into the elegant loft holding Bingyou.

"Brother, what state has your practice reached?"

After Bingyou was brought into the pavilion for treatment by the woman, Kebei was relieved, so Kebei was relieved, and walked to the master, with a charming smile on his face, and asked, please.

"Half a step ..."

The big brother smiled mildly.

"Half a step?"

Kebei was slightly surprised. He had fought with the Lord of the Temple, and he had a gold braid. He did not feel how strong the Lord of the Temple was at the time. Even after seeing the action of his brother, Kebei There was even an illusion that the master was a little better than the temple master, so he asked.

"Who is stronger with your teacher?"

After a moment of silence, Ke Bei asked again.

"Of course the teacher is strong!"

The brother said without any hesitation, and immediately looked at Kobe, the worker's eye, as if he could see the doubt in Kobe's heart, and then explained.

"Teacher is a virtual reality ..."

The elder brother raised his head slightly and looked—the eyes were reddish in the void, and his expression was suddenly a little bit cold, and the chance of white cuffs exposed at the cuffs—curled by the breeze, swirling and flying away.

Among them-a ray of white flying flew into the palm of Master Bai Ji, looking down at the palm of the palm lying peacefully, the big brother suddenly said recklessly.

"Although the teacher is strong, the teacher is old ..."

The master sighed lowly—sound, and immediately ignored Kebei, the soles of his feet gently—stepped on—stepped out, his body disappeared instantly.

Ke Bei looked at the direction in which the elder brother disappeared, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his heart—a little guilt ... The elder brother Wan Jian was very good to himself. Humane!

"Master Ghost ... this relationship, I Kebei wrote down, three years later, no matter what kind of face the blood circle world becomes, I-will not let anyone touch you-root hair!"

After a moment's silence, Ke Bei sat directly on—a piece of bluestone, sitting cross-legged, and looked—with respect to the gray-clad old man standing next to his eyes, and waved slightly.

"You go back first."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The old man in gray clothing looked deeply—Kebei, he knew that there would be more in the temple in the future—and there must be no provocation. The old man in gray clothing bowed respectfully to Kebei, and then slowly backed away. Until he got out of Ke Bei's sight, he dared to turn away.

The arrogantly burly man just before, coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, shook his body, slowly got up, walked in front of Ke Bei, and knelt directly.

"Your Highness, Atonement!"

The burly man bowed his head and knelt before Qingshi.

"You get up."

Ke Bei opened his eyes and looked a little sneered. His strength today is equivalent to the midfield power of the virtual reality, but because of the identity of the third master of the temple master, he is the one who has the peak of the virtual reality. Strong, willing to kneel in front of him willingly.

This is power!

And Kebei couldn't enjoy the pleasure brought by power with ease, and couldn't accept this-Che, because he was Kebei, he was a human!

"Thank Your Highness for Not Killing!"

The burly man stood up and said in a snoring voice, but the moment he stood up—in an instant, his eyes flickered—the extremely subtle intention of killing was immediately hidden by him. .

If Ke Bei didn't practice the secret method of the earth soul ~ www.readwn.com ~ he would not be able to detect it, the hidden hidden good intentions, but if not, Ke Bei sensed it, but he didn't show anything, his expression was still calm, Slowly closed his eyes, silently practicing the secret method of the earth soul.

The burly man turned silently and looked at-after looking at Kebei, he stood in front of the elegant pavilion again, standing like an iron tower.

"Well, what about the disciples of the Lord of the Temple? Without strength, I would not be eligible to submit to me!"

The eyes of the burly man flickered deep, coldly intent to kill.

He is the strongest peak in the virtual world. He is Zilan's slave. In the temple, even if Zilan's slave, he has his own pride!

"Don't let me Jiuman find an opportunity, otherwise, even if you are a descendant of the temple master, as long as you have no strength, I will kill you!"

There is no silky expression on Jiuman's resolute face, but in his heart there is murderousness.

"Ah, after all, strength is the ultimate ... Without strength, no matter how high your status, you cannot be convinced!" (To be continued)