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However, Pangu said before that she should not tell others.

Now that Rem asked, she naturally wouldn't say anything.

"God Pangu and the skirt master?"

"I haven't communicated with the Great God Pangu. I'm afraid it's not good to go to him rashly."

"The owner of the skirt gave me two candies, saying that it can restore my sister's horns and make my strength skyrocket."

"Sister is the genius of our ghost clan. I want to give both candies to my sister."

"But I don't want to trick my sister into eating two candies."

"If the owner of the skirt can give me one too, just like a treasure bag like Xiaoqian."

"Rem is willing to pay any price!"

The little maid pondered that at a later date, it would be best to wait for the skirt owner to pick her up to go to the skirt owner's palace, and then ask the skirt owner for one more thing...

At this time, watching the battle between Yan Chixia tree demon grandmother and Montenegro old demon.

The rest of the skirt members were also very touched.

Wukong, who has not yet been born, is fascinated.

He imagined that in the future, he would also be able to be a complete mess.

Ninth Uncle benefited a lot when he saw Yan Chixia's move.

Whitebeard and Marquis of Woban are both extremely powerful men.

Watching the battle of the three can also be used by analogy.

Iron Man is a big piece of shit, estimating whether his tank armor can withstand the attack of the three old demons from Montenegro?

In the future, the purple potato essence, who will snap his fingers and kill half of the creatures in the world, may be even more powerful than the old black mountain demon.

"I can't rely too much on the magical cans armor, I must hurry up to develop a new type of steel armor!"

Tu Shan Susu is still blushing, she just feels ashamed!

"Everyone knows it's a joke, but I'm the only one who takes it seriously!"

"Woooooo, I actually really thought that there would be a strange increase in knowledge!"

"These bad guys... Forget it, don't think about it, I'll just eat snacks!"

The cute little fox demon, I don't know how many snacks to eat every day.

But she was still curvy and graceful.

At this time, she ate snacks more diligently.

Not only did she eat it herself, she also gave it to everyone to eat.

Of course, the one she hated the most was the evil god who devoured the world as a snack.

In addition, after receiving the snack red envelope Wukong, he also wanted to cry but had no tears.

He hasn't been born yet, and he can't eat if he wants to.

Emperor Qin, who has always been majestic, is sweating profusely with spicy sticks in his hand, which is simply unbearable to look at.

He himself didn't realize this, and was watching the battle between the three old demons from Montenegro.

"It's amazing, it's terrifying."

"Even if the widow has more elite soldiers and strong generals, I am afraid that facing such a character, it is not an opponent."

"However, if all my subordinates become so powerful."

"How can the heavens and the world not surrender under the iron hooves of my Daqin!"

Emperor Qin's domineering and domineering over the ages is born spontaneously.

Just the appearance of holding spicy sticks in hand makes it too easy to laugh.

Among the people present, except for the indifferent Pangu, only the white-clothed female emperor Ru Ren was very calm.

The battle between the three old demons from Montenegro was not that great for her.

What she watched was not the battle of the three, but the surrounding space barriers.

"My current strength has almost reached its peak in our world."

"It's very difficult to go further."

"Perhaps, I can learn from the skirt master and study the power of pure law!"

As the most amazing emperor in human history, the most talented woman in ancient times.

Once the ruthless man has found his goal and direction, her gains will definitely surpass that of everyone except Pan Gu!

A war did not last long.

The grandmother of the tree demon and Yan Chixia were injured one after another, and the old demon of Montenegro was beaten to the point of showing its true shape.

A huge black mountain, riddled with holes.