Legend of the Great Saint

"Hey!"

The fierce and violent beast broke the song and dance and flattened. A warlike character like a bear cub did not know where it came from, and it was full of spurs. The bone spurs protruded from the skin and exudes the magic of the forest. It masked the moonlight for a time and cast a heavy shadow. . .SUIMENG.lā

Warcraft frantically turned the head, the thick sputum spilled on the ground, and immediately eroded a large pit.

The hustle and bustle of the square attracted its attention, and the madness of bloodthirsty in the eyes broke out, and the four claws were swept away.

The hurricane whistled and screamed, "Eggs" woke up from the demon dance, and then saw the ugly World of Warcraft, and the talents just stopped dancing, the look is still embarrassing, not fully awake.

At this critical juncture, there is no trace of the abbot of Yangon.

He has big eyes and a strong heartbeat, which is really a nightmare! If this World of Warcraft rushes into the square, I don't know how many people are going to die, and I rushed to the head of the demon.

At the moment of the collision, he suddenly realized that the drums were like a heartbeat, not because of fear, but because of the impulse that could not be suppressed.

Suddenly realized: "The reason why the nightmare is terrible is because I have been at large!"

Warcraft slaps the palm, the air is dull and ruptured, forcing him to breathe.

At this moment, scream! For example, when the glaciers ruptured, the river water poured out from the cracks, and countless memories surged. It was too late to distinguish, but could not help but stunned.

boom! The ground was torn apart, and a big pit was trapped. He was snapped to the ground by the bear's paw.

Everyone was completely awake, screaming and screaming. The guards quickly searched for the fallen blade, but wherever they came.

The shadows quickly shrouded over, and everyone looked up and looked discolored, and the behemoth descended from the sky. This pressure does not know how many people are going to die.

When I was in the midst of a thousand years, I only heard one voice and said: "Long! Long! Long!" Although it is a childish voice, it has a taste of iron.

In an instant, countless thorns pierced the sky, such as the mad snake dance, running through Warcraft, tied it tightly in the air.

"Eggs" stepped into the void, step by step from the big pit, long hair without wind and dance, a pair of tourmalines staring at World of Warcraft, shining a sultry light, also like a beast.

In an alley on the side of the square, the Yangon abbot quietly breathed a sigh of relief and put down his Zen stick.

Under the silver moon, Warcraft screamed and struggled, and the **** rain fell like it, contaminated on everyone, and the expression immediately changed subtly.

A man was fleeing outside the square. The one in front ran slower and was immediately pushed away by him. The people behind him stepped directly from the fallen person without any mercy or humility.

"Eggs" in a pair of tourmalines, faintly revealing red, thick eyebrows are low, five fingers close: "dead!"

More thorns broke out, interspersed in the body of the demon animal, tearing every inch of the body, but the vitality of Warcraft is extremely strong, still struggling.

"Eggs" snorted, once again rushed to Warcraft, entwined with a flame of aura, a stroke through its huge body, pulled out a huge magic.

Warcraft is no longer struggling, and the eyes are gradually losing their luster.

"Eggs" stood on the head of Warcraft and raised the magic in his hands.

Everyone escaped, and they stood still and cheered loudly, but there was an unusual fanaticism.

In a twinkling of an eye, this sing-and-dance square became a primitive **** hunting ground, and the tribes offered the highest respect to their most brave warriors.

Everyone has forgotten, the first ring of Buddhism - not killing!

"Eggs" proudly smiled, looked up, the city is full of World of Warcraft traces, guards with arms and armor are fighting with them.

Although these Warcraft crazy bloodthirsty, but the big is not strong, and the guards have long been prepared, with a tacit understanding, it is easy to suppress them, killing them is only a matter of time.

Except for this square, the residents were mostly hiding in the house and were not affected.

So he didn't shoot again, slowly descending from the sky, the crowd came up, and his hands lifted him up high, throwing it into the sky again and again, shouting "Long live!"

After a glimpse of his glory, he saw the figure of the abbot of Yangon and bowed slightly to him.

In any case, this method is really useful. He remembers that he has recovered most of the time. It takes up to three or five days to fully recover.

However, he was inexplicably uneasy, as if there was something wrong, but he still had no time to put those pieces of memory into a complete puzzle, and he could not figure out where the problem lies.

The roar of World of Warcraft soon subsided, but everyone in the square, perhaps because of the blood of the body, was dominated by an unusual emotion, and the body of Warcraft was actually danced. .

This time the dance was very unusual. The men pushed and shoved, and the women snorted and the gunpowder tastes full. and

Some men and women simply clung together, touched and touched, opened up unobstructed meetings, and because of the lack of men and women, uneven distribution, triggered more fighting and chaos.

Although the age of "egg" is still small, it still becomes the object of women's competition. He has to jump on the body of Warcraft and avoid these crazy women.

The guards were attracted by the movement here, and they saw this scene, all stunned, I don’t know what to do.

The abbot of Yangon also shook his head and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, sinned."

If he personally shot, the Warcraft has just disappeared when it appears, these people will not be contaminated by magic blood, commit a lot of commandments. But compared to what he is going to do, such sin is nothing.

"Eggs" can't help but laugh, it feels very interesting. This kind of conference will be done several times. After a few years, the children must run around the street.

Suddenly a drowsiness came up and I couldn’t help but yawn, remembering that I had not slept for a long time. The constant memory has also made his mind faint, and he lay on his back on the back of Warcraft, screaming and crying, no longer worrying about nightmares.

As for the strong enemies in the dream - hey, I should not fear them ~www.readwn.com~ They should fear me!

After a long night, the red sun rises and the first sun shines on the square.

The black fog of the Warcraft corpse transpiration, and soon revealed the forest bones, but also quickly dissipated.

"Eggs" woke up, no dreams overnight, long stretched out, and grew up a lot, it is a teenager.

The men and women on the square also woke up, and the slick body also swelled with black fog, and they looked at each other and screamed.

"Eggs" smiled and took out the magic, but the magic was also melting. After a while, the disappearance disappeared, and the people in the square ran out.

Everything that happened last night gave a very unreal feeling, like a big dream. It is clearly a world of bliss, why is there Warcraft?

The abbot of Yangon came: "We should set off."

"Where?"

"Nalanda Temple." (To be continued.)