My Script is a Supporting Role

Tihu seems to feel the crisis, and it is hard to tend.

However, the spatial collapsed space still presses his body, only huge upper body, and smashed on the ground.

At the same time, Feng Yao burst into spheres of the chest because of the power of the forcibly, and the blood flow is as high as the face.

Tiger double-handed, force bounce, fresh blood spray below the waist, and then condensed the formation of legs.

Just through this, the momentum of the Tihu is significantly larger than the weaken.

Feng Yao is so good to collapse, and it is not possible for the second time. It can only urge the tiger and the tiger.

The flying in Mo Chen has risen several times, and the chemicals are nearly 30 feet, and the air is accelerated.

"Hey!"

Every time you rotate, you will have hundreds of black wings, bringing countless splatters.

The soul is released, the ground burns the bears, and a lava giant stands up from the fire, and looks in the sky.

The lava giant is as high as a few, and a black winner that drags the air, regardless of their struggle to turn, directly into the fire.

For a time, the whole world of wind is roaring, a bloody rain.

A small village in Baili Village, became the most horrible place in the world.

The small leaves shocked the Battlefield, but did not retreat, but he looked at the book of the public on the ground.

I have an emergency, Mo Chen offers the book of the gods to protect Luqi, now, the golden sparkling quaint book is standing on the ground.

Last time, Mo Chen made a fake book to make her, this time, it is full of genuine products.

On the book of the gods, the memory of the small leaves is triggered, and the look is gradually exciting, and even the eyes are red.

Slowly walk to the book, reach out, the fingertips touch the decoration of copper on the cover.

The book of the gods suddenly came out of the colorful stream, and the fingertips of the small leaves flow.

There is between the moment, countless pictures flashed in her mind.

A segment, a scene, one layer.

Those who were shielded at the time of enomited, at this moment, finally returned her memory.

Mo Chen's eye is smashed to the small leaves, but she has been tearing.

"Look at this, she should have remembered a lot of things ..."

"It turns out that this book is really related to her ..."

"Perhaps the original master of this book is the 'brother' who is still looking for."

One time, Mo Chen didn't know what to say.

After all, although the small leaves will misunderstand this for a long time, they are still returned to a counterfeit goods.

Just, it is possible to become the master of the god of the gods, why is there any existence of small leaves?

This is clearly the artifact belonging to the heaven, why will it fall in my own mortal?

What is the light ball drilled out from the book of the gods?

Lenoving again, when he won the sword in Congli Mountain and Lin Jin, his speech became a light ball, and finally took all things in Qing Xuanjun.

What is the connection between this?

All of this will not find the answer with the memory of the small leaves, can you find the answer?

The 498th chapter of the people in the book of the gods

At this time, Mo Chen noted that Lin Jin was scattered by a small leaves, and the scattered debris did not see it.

"Lin Jin ... Where is it?"

Huge fike is still rotating in the air, and a black wing is broken in the air.

But Mo Chen's attention has turned to other places.

Lin Jin won't be so simple that the small leaves are bombarded.

Moreover, as Mo Chen said before, these black wings, the undead corpse is still there, and Lin Jin apparently retains absolute control on them.

Then he has no trace now, but where is it?

Small leaves are immersed in their own memories, but they have not ignored Lin Jin's go.

The colorful stream of colorful streams in the book of the gods gradually gathered together, and it was slowly formed into a human form.

Due to the colorful flow of color, it is not very clear, but when you look at it, you really have three points similar to Mo Chen.

Everyone who is struggling to kill is not stopped in his hand, but he has noticed that this unusual situation is uncomfortable.

"What is this book, actually there is a person?"

On the top of the heavens, Bai Yang and the bad old man also see a face.

"Mulberry ... this book is in your hands, how many years?" As asked low by Bai Yang.

The bad old man has a little tongue: "This, where to remember ..."

"I am afraid that there is no, I have been hundreds of thousands of years ..."

Bai Yangdao: "For many years, the gods of the heavens have studied this book, but it seems that there has never appeared in this scenario ..."

The bad old man is also surprised.

"No ..."

"The original is the original one ... I spent more than 100,000 years to solve Hongmondian lock, and there is no special reaction ..."

Like what I think of, the bad old man jumped up: "The small leaves are in the sky, and they touch the book of the gods like today ..."

"There is nothing like today, there is this vision!"

Bai Yang fixed to look down on the lower bound, thinking in a while, said: "Mulberry, you don't remember, whether you use the Hongmeng Tiankey, or a god flower 100,000 years to crack the Hong Kong-style lock, it is all external forces."

"This book is so far, the independent recognition, only Mo Chen one."

The book of the gods, it takes the mainstream, so, only the secret is really opened?

And this secret, there is a great relationship with the small leaves that have been free from the gods!

The bad old man wants to refute Bo Yang.

This kind of words, Bai Yang is not the first time.

After Mo Chen's ban on him, Bai Yang has said that if it is not the book of the gods, Mo Chen can't open Hongmondian lock.

At that time, the old man was refused to believe in anyway.

Even now, it is difficult to recognize this statement.

The book of the gods, the name of the colossic God, the history of the book, the meaning of the god.

Such a artifact to the heaven, there is no recognition of God, how can I recognize one mortal?

However, the situation has come to now, even if there is a wishes in the heart of the old man, it is found that he is increasingly unable to reflect the view of Berlow.

Mo Chen is a mortal is not wrong.

However, this mortal, in the world, all the way, completely collapse the whole life.

Now, Lin Jin is blackening, the iron tiger is dead as a corpse, and Feng Yao only has half a life, Xiao Shu and Lu Chaoheng have become an enemy into water ...

The gods of the heavens have burst into unrebeatic mens, but this mortal is self-tips, and even she is asylum of the small leaves.

The bad old man suddenly thought of it a long time, Bai Yang once asked him a question.

"Why do you want to pick a mortal, as your opponent on God?"

If this time, the bad old man thinks that this mortal is just coming to cooperate with God to enter the world, playing soy sauce.

That's now, he already knows that this statement is completely standing!

A thoughts drilled into the brain of the badge.

"So, Mo Chen is the real, natural season!"

If Mo Chen is the child of the selection, instead of the heavens to test these enomited gods, this figure in the book of the gods, who?

The small leaves looked at the colorful shadows of the book of the gods, but they couldn't control it, crying down.

"brother……"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Mo Chen is stepping away.

The colorful people in this book are the brothers who have been looking for in small leaves.

"Her brother, actually all the books in this book?"

But very fast, Mo Chen turned into the bend.

"No!"