I Just Want to Play My Game Quietly

Zhang Jiazhong saw that the Royal Emperor did not come out, as secretly, it took the drought Tianwu's ghost-like attack, and the heart was an unusual excitement.

It's just that some people have some things about the emperor's practice, I think that the emperor does not have the benevolence of the woman, killing the drought, the woman is, why bother to give her an opportunity, this is equal to the hill.

The drought is also confused in the heart. If this person is really strong in front of him, why bother to talk to her, directly pull the sword to kill her, why also give her a chance?

Looking at Zhou Wen stepped by step, the drought is still hesitant, so that she is also inverting and invincible. In that era, humanity is not as good as she, there is a day, and there is no Looking at it, tens of thousands of human beings are baked into coke by her body, and that is just that she is unconscious.

Nowadays, this era actually wants to let her down to a mankind, but also go back to face the wall, this tone, she can't swallow.

Drought in the sky, even if the emperor has killed her strength, it is not a battle for death, I want to let her down to a human beings, it is a dream.

Zhou Wen, is certainly not really wants to kill the sky, even if he really wants to kill, there is no ability.

The ability to listen to, but a fool, the woman is okay, I really want to play, he is never the opponent of the day.

It is getting closer and closer to the magic grave, but only a few steps away, the drought is not to return to the magic grave.

Three steps ... two steps ... step ...

Zhou Wen has standed in front of the magic grave, but the drought is still there, still in attack, obviously to order the idea to be desperate.

Zhang Jia people saw this situation, and I feel that the emperor can only fight with the drought, and even some expectations. The emperor can not kill the drought.

Zhou Wen's hand held the sword handle of the sword again, but did not pull it out, but said to be sighed, and said, "Heaven, the sky, the monster, you have to worship me, is it still Don't you worship? "

Zhang Jia people heard that Zhou Wen suddenly said such a sentence, it was a slight, although the royal emphasis is a recognized person's first master, but if you say what you are on the sky, you have to pay attention to him, then Too much, it is too much to be too big.

And whoever looks out, the drought is ready to fight for a battle, how can it be worship him.

But the drought is heard, but the body is immersed, and the eyes cannot be confidently look at Zhou Wen.

In this sentence, she is too familiar, and the girl's emperor is standing in front of her, saying this.

Although she can't see the face of Zhou Wen, the tone and demeanors of Zhou Wen, like the taste of the emperor, and this, only she and the emperor were present, there should be no one.

For a time, the spirit of the drought in the sky was somewhat embarrassed, as if I saw the emperor of the original.

"What do you still stand there? Waiting for me to send you?" Zhou Wen is to hear her voice, know that the picture of the emperor is that it will be so saying.

This sentence, let the drought the sky, like lightning, just like a ghost, look complicated with Zhou Wen.

What happened unexpected, it was already prepared to be a long-awaited day, although he did not really worship, but he left the emperor, and then turned into the magic grave.

The sky, the fire, also quickly converges with the disappearance of the drought, for a moment, the flames of the sky return to the magic grave, only one voice echoed in the air: "I am waiting for you to pass away."

Zhang Si-workers and others are very horrified, and the drought is not very different from the words of the emperor, as long as the emperor is not dead, she will not go out one day.

With the drought sky, the signs of the magicization on the body of Zhangjia people have also improved, but they have not been able to completely recover, especially if Zhang Chunqiu is serious, basically there is nothing too much, still white hair , Eyes and nails are like jade like jade.

It's just that my face looks a lot, I don't seem like it, pale is a dead.

"You are unable to report, if you use the place where you are in the future, you only need to say it. As long as you don't want to be morality, Zhang Si is necessary." Zhang Si's worry only said his own Name, but did not say Zhangjia.

This words seems to be too light, which is also a serious commitment from another aspect.

"I hope that Zhang's family can say that you can say that Zhang Jia people standing will." Zhou Wen said, he also looked at Zhangjia Dabo, then turned around and went, the momentum was turned into a stream of stream disappeared.

The old face of Zhang Jiade is a red, he is undoubtedly a representative of Zhangjia wants to live.

Zhang Yuzhi helped Zhang Chunqiu, watching the direction of Zhou Wen disappeared, it seems to be thought.

"Huang Huang is really not me, I can, I still think that the emperor is just a step by step than I walk, I can walk to him side by side. Today, this is one step." Zhang Chunqiu admired, then turned again: "Fortunately, this is the same, otherwise our Zhang family is finished. This man is really meaningful. I don't know if his real identity is a pure humanity. If it is pure human, this The name of the emperor is a verse. "

"Should ... is it ..." Zhang Yuzhi is complicated, and some is not awkward.

On the way back, Zhang Yu lived like an idea, took out the mobile phone and played a message.

Zhou Wen is riding the soil, just at a place where there is a signal, heard the voice of the information, and took out the mobile phone.

It was found that Zhang Yu sent it, and took a look at it, almost fell from the back of the soil beast.

"The Emperor of the Human ... Next, come back to help me ... listen to songs ..."

"It should be guess?" Zhou Wen was suspected, I didn't know how Zhang Yu thought that he was the emperor, and he quickly returned a message: "Let's go wrong?" Do you know people? "

After Zhou Wen sent information, some of the restless reply, but waited for a while, his information was like a stone sea, there was no response.

Zhang Yu looked at the information of the mobile phone last week, and the mouth was revealing, putting the dialog box, holding the phone handle in the chest, closed his eyes, smiling in his mouth: "With you, I Will not be afraid of darkness. "

Zhang Yu's mind constantly echoing the phrase "The dead is not you, is those who make you cry."