Man in Armor: I just became Shura, and was broadcast live by Sister Zhou

Sister Zhou died.

Then they will no longer be able to watch Yanlongxia's live broadcast in the real world.

"I fought with you."

Xiao Song gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, and let out a loud roar to embolden himself.

He rushed towards the crocodile beast with his bare hands.

pat!

A tail swept against the ground, Xiao Song tripped and fell heavily on the ground.

The pain made him speechless.

Can only curl up together.

"Ow!"

The crocodile beast opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

Step by step, he walked towards the remaining two people.

"What to do, what to do, the anchor doesn't want to die yet.

I still have my dreams unfulfilled, and I still have a lot of money to spend!woo woo woo~~~"

Look at the big mouth that can crush stones.

Sister Zhou cried in fright.

Sitting down on the ground, but still holding on to the phone.

The audience didn't know what happened to Miss Zhou.

It is not difficult to analyze the sense of falling from the screen.

It should be sitting on the ground.

On the live broadcast screen, the terrifying crocodile opened its bloody mouth and got closer.

"Don't,,, don't be afraid!"

Meizhen is quite calm.

But the heart is not at peace.

She leaned over and hugged Sister Zhou who was sitting on the ground like a big sister.

Apologetically reassuring, "I'm sorry for you.

At that time, I should have been tougher and not let you follow. Unfortunately, it is too late to say anything now. "

"Miss Meizhen, are we going to die?"

when facing death.

Sister Zhou is still as calm as before, but now she is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"It's okay, I will die with you."

Meizhen squatted down, holding Sister Zhou's head tightly with deep remorse.

He also closed his eyes, lowered his head and waited for the crocodile beast's final blow.

She felt very sorry for Miss Zhou.

Knowing that he would encounter a supernatural beast, he agreed to bring someone along.

The result is good.

Not to mention being in danger, the whole army will be wiped out.

Li Xinan over there may not be able to withstand the two waves of beatings from the magic horse beast and the rock beast.

The armor fit will also be lifted soon due to the serious injuries.

At that time, there will only be a dead end left.

The crocodile opened its mouth.

Prepare to bite off Meizhen's head and taste the taste of human brain.

puff! ! !

As if something had been pierced.

The two longest teeth of the crocodile beast's sharp teeth have touched Meizhen's black hair.

As a result, it just stopped, motionless.

Meizhen, who is waiting to die, has already felt the teeth of the supernatural beast from the strands of her hair.

But there was no movement for a long time.

Lift your head slowly.

A mouth exuding a foul smell came into view.

She was so scared that she sat down on the ground.

After getting a little farther away, it was only then that I could clearly see why the crocodile beast was motionless.

That's a hand.

Protrude from the hard armor of the crocodile beast.

In his hand, he held a glowing heart that resembled a human heart, but was still beating.

Sister Zhou, who was already crying in fright, also raised her head at this time.

My heart skipped a beat: "Yes,,, he saved me."

Habitually pick up the iPhone, adjust the angle to shoot at the crocodile beast.

When the audience saw this scene, they were all stunned.

"Damn it! It's moving, the anchor is not dead yet."

"Still alive."

"It scared me into a cold sweat."

"Buddha bless, I will go to the temple to pray for the anchor in two days. It is too dangerous to broadcast live in the world of armored warriors."

"Wait, something is wrong with the crocodile beast."

Because sister Zhou was too scared before, she didn't hold her mobile phone properly.

The audience thought that the anchor was killed by the crocodile beast.

in just a few seconds.

In the real world, the death incident of Sister Zhou's live broadcast has been released.

As a result, the screen in the live broadcast room moved again after four or five seconds.

And aim at the crocodile beast from bottom to top.

The crocodile stood there motionless, as if it had lost its vitality, but it was not dead.

The sharp-eyed part of the audience quickly saw the heart grasped by five fingers on the crocodile beast's chest.

"Heart, that's the heart of a crocodile beast."

"Quick,, everyone, pay attention to the back of the crocodile beast, isn't that Shura?"

"It's Asura I'm the grass."

"It's really Shura's armor."

"Fighting, I have never seen such a terrifying method in my life, to take out the heart of a crocodile beast."

"The crocodile beast's body was pierced by Shura's hand, and the heart was also taken out?"

"Sura: I want you to see your own heart with your own eyes before you die."

"Rambo, Shura's version of Rambo."

"Seeing this Shura makes my blood boil, and it meets my expectations for armored warriors.

From now on, I won't follow dramas any more, just squat in Shura armor every day. "

"+1."

"What TV series do you still watch, all of them are young fresh meat."

Standing behind the crocodile beast.

It is the majestic Shura armor.

No one saw how it appeared behind the crocodile beast.

All he knew was that when he could clearly see what was going on, the crocodile beast's heart had already been dug out by the hand like the tip of a knife.

20 Years of Mixed Martial Arts History Since Downloading Masterclass MMA.

Plus the suit thug temperament.

The Shura armor at this time makes people look more mysterious, stable, powerful and extremely violent aesthetics.

There is a kind of aura that can make people enchanted at a glance.

Both Sister Zhou and Meizhen were deeply attracted by this aura.

"Asura Armor!!!"

Meizhen sat on the ground, swallowed her saliva, and Meiqing stared at the armor behind the crocodile beast with complicated emotions.

As if to firmly engrave the appearance of the other party in the bottom of my heart.

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ps: The new book is released, the data is bleak, there are not many flowers, and the evaluation votes are pitifully few.

I beg the audience to give the author some data to support it.

Kneeling and begging the bosses to send flowers, even one flower is fine.