Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu returned to the battlefield, kneeling on the ground with a big knife, scratching his head.

Reincarnation of the world is really letting Ning Shu smash his heart. It seems that he has to make a world that is not quite a lot, but it may also be like a bubble. A world that has been punctured and smashed together will also be broken.

Even died halfway.

The war did not end for a long time, and I didn’t know what was going to return to normal life. How great the days before, to do the task, to find the source of the world.

It takes time and gains little. If you have to say that there is any gain, you will get a wooden rule attribute. In fact, it is not important to harvest anything. What is important is to be able to save your life. I hope that these planes can stand firm.

If there is no plane, where will she go to do the task later?

The upper level has the idea of ​​the upper layer, Ning Shu sighs, holding a big knife to stand up and play with a knife, you have to get used to such weight.

With a knife for a long time, this power is not worth mentioning.

Everyone else is familiar with the guns, and Ningshu is wielding a broad knife in an open space, hoping to be proficient in the next attack.

"The black hole has a movement." The cheongsam man said that the law avatar stood up immediately, although not as neat and orderly as the soul army, but stood in a familiar position and cooperated with familiar people.

Ning Shu slammed the big knife on his shoulder and looked at the black hole.

There is a straight leg in the black hole, just like getting off the bus. The first thing that appears is the foot and the leg. This is the human leg.

"Good legs." Ning Shu admired, slippery and slippery, snow white straight.

Cheongsam man:...

"Are you mixed with those bones for a long time, and now it has become this virtue." The cheongsam man said.

Ning Shu glanced at him. "I will admire it, just like saying that your face is beautiful."

Under the eyes of everyone, the man in the black hole came out. He was a man without clothes, a gray hair, long behind him. His body looked snowy and weak, and the key was to wear clothes.

Very generous.

Ning Shu couldn't help but squat, and the result was no characteristic at all. It was not a man or a woman. Just like a plastic model, that place did not exist.

Ning Shu’s face suddenly tangled, watching this person look like a man, but there is no man’s character, no woman’s characteristics, and the chest is flat.

It’s not just Ning Shu’s tangled, the cheongsam man next to the fan screaming and screaming at the gray-haired man. “What is this?”

Ning Shu looked at the big cockroaches, these big cockroaches were calm and sparse.