My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"I asked who it is, it turns out...it really is Brother Mian! It's you!"

"Immortal Emperor of Immortal Emperor's remnant wisp of will, has lost memory and forgotten everything, but only firmly remembers your obsession with the opposite brother! It's too strong! You are worthy of being the strongest face-faced man in the whole server! "

"This wave, after all, the old man lost!

The old Zhu Jian of Qianshou looked at the figure of the beef noodles, and finally sighed in his heart convinced.

Think about the life of an Immortal Emperor, who has experienced a hundred Ten Thousand Years, a thousand Ten Thousand Years, or even hundreds of millions of years in his life! It has spanned four full eras!

Those powerful Immortal Emperors, those terrifying Powers from other Hengsha worlds, and even the immortal Immortal Emperor's own names are all forgotten!

However……

Brother Mian, just like a lump of something, smeared in the depths of Changsheng Immortal Emperor's memory with a snap, so that the will of Changsheng Immortal Emperor will never be forgotten!

too strong!

Can make the invincible Immortal Emperor live forever Immortal Emperor, the man who will never be forgotten across four eras, is worthy of you, my brother-in-law!

"Grandpa, I'm going to kill him!!!" After a short pause, Changsheng's little Qingqing stepped across without hesitation, and instantly came to the front of the beef noodles.

"Damn it!" Qianshou's old Zhu Jian was shocked!

It's understandable to want to kill Brother Mian!

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Xiao Qingqing, are you just so impatient? Can't you wait for Mian to finish his trap before killing him?

cough cough cough...

"Who are you?" Changsheng's little Qingqing appeared in front of the beef noodles in an instant. Although he was filled with killing intent, he still asked a question before making a move.

After all, she lost her memory, and the little Qingqing in Changsheng didn't remember the name of beef noodles at all, but in her body instinct, when she saw beef noodles, she felt very, very uncomfortable.

Without any hesitation, the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou controlled the Fractionated Divinity to step out, and stood beside the little Qingqing of Changsheng.

"Fuck? What's the situation?" Beef Noodles was stunned.

Looking at the old Zhujian Renshou who suddenly appeared in front of him, no! It was the old Zhujian with two thousand hands, and the whole person was stunned by the beef noodles.

But soon, Beef Noodles noticed something, and looked directly at Brother Zhu Jian who was controlling Fractionated Divinity.

As for the old Zhujian of Qianshou, his eyes kept blinking.

Beef noodles also blinked.

good!

Between the two of them, they completed a wave of communication that is unique between cheap dolls!

So at the next moment, the beef noodles jumped up with a whoosh, and without a word, they slapped it on the thigh of the little Qingqing who controlled the body of Lao Zhujian who controlled the penance hand, and cried out loudly with a wow .

even excited...

Didn't even have time to wipe it off.

"Uncle ah ah ah ah ah~~~ You're here! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Squeaky is proficient.

"???" Changsheng's little Qingqing was suddenly stunned.

uncle?

What's the meaning?

No matter how you look at it, this thing in front of you is disgusting, no matter how you look at it, it is a thing that owes you a beating...

Is it his nephew?

Changsheng's little Qingqing didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't believe it!

So Changsheng's little Qingqing looked hopefully at his most beloved grandfather, that is, the old Zhujian of Qianshou.

"Damn it..." At this time, the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou was also feeling a little bit of shit in his heart!

Brother Mian, as expected of you!

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Such a cheap doll!

"Grandpa?" Changsheng's little Qingqing turned her gaze, looked at the beef noodles hugging her thigh, and then at the old Zhujian Qianshou, full of astonishment and inquiry.

"Hey... grandson... Actually, this kid is your ineffective nephew... Changsheng's little Mianmian! Speaking of it, it's my grandfather who spoiled this little guy and made a lot of trouble. Bad habits, from childhood to adulthood, causing trouble everywhere, being mischievous and mischievous, is simply a family shame!" the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou spoke hoarsely, full of self-blame and regret.

"Nephew? Is he really my nephew?" Changsheng's little Qingqing was stunned, and glanced suspiciously at the beef noodles.

"Uncle, ah, ah~" Beef Noodles suddenly opened a pair of pure big eyes, tears were dancing, blinking, just like a child.

Changsheng's little Qingqing was silent.

Since Grandpa said so, I am afraid it is true!

only……

"Since it's my nephew, why... is he so... so uncomfortable? The little Qingqing of Changsheng pondered for three seconds, then asked again.

"It's very simple, because this little guy deserves a beating, grandson, you're welcome, just do it, as long as Immune to Death, just beat him to death!" Qianshou's old Zhu Jian said leisurely, without any hesitation at all. of.

after all……

Brother Mian was flattened by Hai, what's the matter with me, Zhu Jian?

"Grandpa, I understand!" Changsheng's little Qingqing's eyes lit up instantly.

"What? Brother Zhu Jian...ah bah, Grandpa Zeng, you, you can't... oh...don't slap your face, oh..." Before the beef noodle could react, it was brutally beaten by Changsheng's little Qingqing !Sichuan.