Mixed Miners

"Little dolls, the old man is the devil's magical devil is also, seeing is both good, and you are the most powerful and true meta-skill for your old man. This technique is enough to be comparable to the spirit of the spirit, this law is very Wonderful, wonderful, you need to know the roots, remember, endangered, can save your life, I will go ~!"

This sound came quickly and went fast. Yang Ling was exhausted in the dantian at this time, and his mind was stirred like a paste. The severe pain was like a thousand hacksaw spinning in the end, the soul was broken. Cracked.

"He's a mother, I am so embarrassed~" Yang Ling feels whirlwind, and finally can only think of this sentence, and then a loose hand.

"啪嗒"

The black jade slipped on the ground, and then his body swayed a few times, spurting a blood out of the sky, and then leaning back straight down.

In the midst of confusion, Yang Ling felt that he had made a very terrible nightmare.

In a strange world of darkness, a big devil with a big mouth and a big mouth is chasing himself. He stretches out seven or eight or more arms. He can't see the exact number anyway. It seems that one more time, for a while. There is one more, the devil head holds a variety of large and small hacksaws, sickles, round moon scimitars, electric faders, steel cones, blood drops... a brain greets him.

Yang Ling made it harder to open his legs and want to run faster, but found that he was unable to move his legs as if he was stepping on the mud.

"Ha ha ha ha ~! Pick me the strongest move, ‘魔元斩神术’”

The devil smirked and released a big move. When the time was dark, a dark ray of light fell from the sky, and slammed into his body, and he was smashed.

"Wow~"

He couldn't help but yell, and then a fierce struggle, suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes turned out to be a familiar room. A guy who didn’t use paper when he went to the toilet was looking at himself with a look of eccentricity. On his hand, there was a slender needle that was poked on himself. Yang Ling discovered that he was full of silver needles from head to toe.

"Hey, boss, you woke up~!" The stick slammed his neck and quickly stopped his hand.

"Stick?" Yang Ling decided that he was really doing a nightmare, but at this time the heart was still jumping fast, and the sweat was all wet.

The stick sticks out three fingers and asks carefully: "What is this?"

Yang Ling sucked a few times and lifted his foot and took him off the bed.

"Fortunately, okay!" The stick quickly climbed up happily. "Boss, almost scared me, I thought you were going to hang!"

Yang Ling ignored him. He thought for a while before he blackened his face and asked, "How can I be at home?"

He clearly remembers that he was stunned in the palace of the system. From the experience of the past, if he did not take the initiative to leave, he would never appear outside.

At this moment, the stick smashed the silver needle down from him like a rabbit, and said, "I don't know what happened. When I was at 2 o'clock in the morning, I was on the sofa. When I watched a small movie, I suddenly heard a "squeaky" sound, and you fell on the ground. The blood was like the money that didn't need to be spit."

"Strange, how can I fall out of it? Is it... the system is broken?" He said to himself, then he touched the miner's card and tried to enter the system, but suddenly his head hurt, and his eyes narrowed and snorted. Go down.

After ten minutes, he sat up with his head and found that the stick was holding a silver needle with a cold light and was ready to tie it down. He couldn’t help but slammed it.

"Hey~!" The stick quickly put the silver needle away and laughed and said: "Boss, what happened?"

"The system can't get in!" Yang Ling said with a depressed voice.

The stick looked at the labor card on his chest and squinted. He shrugged indifferently. "If you can't get in, you can't get in. This thing is very evil. It's estimated that you don't have a good heart!"

Yang Ling began to recall the whole thing, but he couldn't remember what happened after the coma. Finally he sighed and said, "Why didn't you send me to the hospital?"

“Send the hospital to dry up?” the stick said suspiciously. “You didn’t breathe when you fell out, and even the heart stopped beating. According to your definition of death on earth, you are actually hanging!”

Your uncle! Yang Ling feels that the temples on both sides are suddenly jumping, and the top of the head is also splitting a slit. The blood is sprayed like a fountain... spray...

"You go to play next to me, let me alone!" Yang Ling said with a weak hand.

The stick stood up, "Boss, I went to the living room, and called me when something happened!" Then a smog disappeared into the door of the bedroom. After a while, there was a few **** in the living room.

With such a younger brother, Yang Ling feels that his future battle life is full of haze, just like the sky of the emperor, can not see the sun.

After a while, Yang Ling gathered his mind and prepared to take out the Yuan Zhen brain marrow from the ring to supplement the empty Dantian, but did not want to wear the ring in his hand. There was no reaction at all, and he also found his own mind. It seems that it has been banned by something. It seems that there is a wall of iron and steel inside, blocking his own thoughts.

At this point he discovered that things became impossible to control.

What kind of ghost is that magic yuan? There is also Tianmozhou that he said, has there been such a place on earth?

I just want to go, just think of his headache, and finally had to sit cross-legged and start practicing Jiu Xuanzheng~www.readwn.com~ The eyes are gradually dimmed, showing a lonely void, a rotating black hole, a hint of red The airflow begins to pass through the black hole.

Fortunately, Jiu Xuanzhen is still able to operate normally, which can not help but let him breathe a sigh of relief.

If Jiu Xuan really can't use it, he really has to wonder if he has made a long and ridiculous dream from the time he got the metal card.

A few hours later, the void began to collapse, Yang Ling opened his eyes and smiled a bit. There was a slight flame in the dantian, and a few hair strands, but after all, there was improvement, which also made him feel relieved.

Try to put a look at the mind, still a thick wall like a wall, all black lacquered.

At this time, it was already bright outside. Yang Ling walked out of the room and found that the pillar was still sitting on the sofa, and her face was swaying from time to time, and she could not help but laugh.

However, I should still thank him well. If it weren't for him, maybe he would have already hung up. In retrospect, although this product is a bit unreliable, he has saved himself twice before and after. (To be continued.)