Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

'Master' sat with his head tilted beside the figurehead... It was a huge embroidered crab whose claws were transformed into musical notes.

The colorful pattern on the back of the crab with its teeth and claws, after a long time, the family crest of the sword will emerge.

Although it sounds very artistic, except for the members of the Sword Asking World Youth You family, most of the undead don't appreciate this overly ostentatious art.

Especially the expression of that crab... It is really a rare domineering and domineering sight in life.

When 'Young Master' named the flagship of Asking Sword 'Rampant and Domineering General Ship', if he hadn't insisted on asking the animal companions to vote, even if the family has the most undead in the middle school boy, he probably would have lost It's coming... It is said that there are only a few thousand votes short.

If the embroidered crabs hadn't collectively sided with the 'young master', he would have lost without a doubt.

This made most of the Swordsmanship members secretly hate, but there was nothing they could do...'Young Master' has always been very good at playing tricks like that, yet he actually brought up the matter of voting in front of so many animal friends!

No one wants to hurt the self-esteem of their friends for such a small matter... Even if they don't care, but when this matter is brought up publicly, who can veto it?

Even if you don't have an animal companion, you can't open your mouth. There are indeed many lonely and widowed people who play games, but it is impossible to join the family!

He turned his head and asked his secretary: "What are those people doing in the last days? Did the old dog arrange jobs for them?

I can't figure it out, what can I do that can only be done by them? "

"Are you sure you want to analyze the old dog's thoughts?" His secretary smiled helplessly, "We have not participated in other things except for blocking the bay during this time!

Without knowing anything, to analyze what a famous neuroknife is thinking... Sorry, I can't do it. "

"Well...that's not necessary. If I have to use my head, why are you here?" 'Master' hung his small body on the figurehead, and said with a sad face, "I'm just not used to it, and I still have to be with you." The big **** cooperates."

"Um?"

"The old dog won't let me go to the lake, saying that things by the sea are more important... so strange~

Who else is in Toril's sea power?

It can't be Amberley, can it?

no no!

If even she can be whitewashed and become a conspirator, I will die~ I will definitely die~"

Looking at the patriarch who stretched his arms to hold the crab legs, and said incoherent words in a chant, Mr. Secretary only felt that his temples were about to explode.

"Xueyunfeng! What kind of work did we arrange for Wenjian?

How are you sure, and about Umberley? "

"Um... don't you know?"

"What's the matter, I should know, but you forgot to tell me?"

"Ah... When the old man sent me a message, did I forget to tell you?" 'Young Master' said in a low voice, "The old dog gave way to the **** to appease Amberley... It is said that the pungent queen had a good conversation with him, He even told him some secret news in the ocean!

So I am not surprised that the old dog thinks that there are enemies in the ocean, but he is a little confused who he can't think of. "

"No matter who it is, we may have to temporarily cooperate with the end of the world, right?" The secretary pondered for a while and immediately grasped the main point of his family's long conversation.

"Yeah...so I...so depressed~ The old dog doesn't love me anymore~His heart~flew to a vicious and mean eunuch~"

"Please change the tune, Figaro's wedding will make many people doubt the relationship between you and the old dog.

If you don't have a special preference, Seville hairdressers seem to be more suitable.

Let's be honest, those poking girls in the cabin may already be singing Carmen to you! "The secretary took his tablet and quickly communicated with other executives... The so-called executives who asked the sword were, to put it bluntly, the leaders of the various schools here. Although they would follow them in important events, most of the time they were independent. Combat.

After so many years of Doomsday and Wenjian, it is no longer necessary to mention the hatred between "Young Master" and "Lu Huayu". There are too many entanglements, and it cannot be said that they are life and death enemies, but they are almost the same.

If you really want to cooperate, you must first communicate with other people.

Damn 'Master'!

The guy is never willing to focus on what's really important.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, maybe the few ships in the last days would have been killed by Wenjian's artillery fire before they saw the enemy.

'Young Master' has always been shameless, insisting that he forgot, who can do anything with him?

But his excellent secretary career has failed!

He will never agree.

'Young Master' raised his head slightly from his arms, showing half of his face: "So, when did you agree to be my second-in-command?

My band is very strong~

If you do well, I can share your shares in the future! "

The secretary didn't raise his head, but said in a firm tone, "The cake is not delicious enough.

I'd rather go to the Municipal Symphony Orchestra and start slowly as an assistant conductor! "

'Xueyunfeng' outside the Luohu Dimensional Space suddenly sighed softly.

'Qiuqiu' standing on the side raised his head indifferently: "I want to cooperate with you and ask why the lord is sighing?"

"Eh? Why are you here?" 'Xue Yunfeng' asked with an exaggerated expression.

"Drawing lots, I lost." 'Qiuqiu' spit out two words neatly.

"Huh?" 'Xue Yunfeng' was really confused this time, "Have you guys treated me like this now?"

"Then how about it?" 'Qiuqiu' sneered.

"Ah..." 'Xue Yunfeng' turned his head and looked forward, "I don't know what the young master will do.

Although I hope he honestly arranges the cooperation between Wenjian and Doomsday, but if he is dishonest...it's actually not bad! "

"Why do you have to let those two families cooperate?" 'Qiuqiu' still didn't hold his breath.

"I can't help it. Eunuch Lu is needed in Ambowry~" 'Xue Yunfeng' smiled, "Look, whoever receives that lady will have something bad to do, won't it?"

"What's the use of Amberley?"

"What should we do then? Aglaia is not here." 'Xue Yunfeng' said sharply, "Also, even if she was here, Hill would not be willing to let his lovely and beautiful daughter get involved in these **** things like Toril.

Furthermore, there are no followers of Aglea on Chuert's side, and the theocracy of the sea still belongs to Amberley!

In the future of Aglaia City, there is no hope for a new Seagod to appear.

Then Amberley can't be completely abolished!

Now that Talos is completely gone, Amberley needs a new asylum... Who else is more suitable than Hydra, a weak divine power who is likely to become the lord of Chult on the Sword-Question Ship?

He may not have the ability to suppress the audience, but no one dares to mess with his master. "

"Shar...would be willing to accept Umberley?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" 'Xue Yunfeng' was dumbfounded, "Did you forget who the photographer of Flame Peak was?"

He was quite sensible, and he suppressed the words that were already on his lips... She didn't mind using Ai Suduo as a face-to-face, but just accepting the obedience of the gods, it would be a piece of cake, okay?

However, the beatings he had suffered for so many years suddenly reappeared at this moment... the old dog shut his mouth in time.

"Then...Amberley is willing?" 'Qiuqiu' blinked, and finally realized what the old dog was afraid of, and changed the subject accordingly.

"Heh~" 'Xue Yunfeng' raised his brows and laughed, "We are waiting for the big snake to break through the wall, and the others are also waiting~

If you don't want to lose your life, Anboli will know how to choose.

If you feel that you can't face it...then there is **** Lu! Isn't he the best at repairing a red carpet full of flowers for these embarrassing people who can't find the steps? "

He turned his head and glanced at the coast where the 'young master' was, and said with a bit of regret in his tone: "If only the turtles in Toril were willing to sign a contract with us.

That's a pity...that's the real good shield.

Although the embroidered crab is very strong, it cannot be thrown out as bait.

It's a bit too obvious to defend around the island like this. I'm really worried that those guys dare not come. "

"Who is it?" 'Qiuqiu' asked impatiently, "Why have you been selling so well in the past two days? Could it be that there is no one who can beat you on the head, so let yourself go!"

"Ah..." 'Xueyunfeng' said with a smile, "Look, let me be an ice mage squatting next to the volcano, how sad~

Hot people are flustered and don’t want to say anything~”

'Qiuqiu' looked suspiciously at the old Xuegou who was talking nonsense, and then looked up at the group of archmages who were still tossing around on the flame peaks... afraid that if they heard it, then, they still have something to do with Edna Does it matter?

Then she'd better keep quiet.

The hags in the dimensional space still didn't survive for half an hour, and their earl lord didn't show up either.

They could only break through the strong hut and come out to meet the enemy. In order to show their importance to the undead, the hags didn't even use spells to cover up their image.

Therefore, the undead were very "happy" to see the real lethality of the hag assembly:

The fantasy world will never lack old witches, but Toril's is particularly classic.

Tattered evening gown and robe~www.readwn.com~ The thin, long hair like straw flutters in the wind, and the dry, thin, black body that cannot be covered by rags is telling everyone... What is a witch, and what is a classic that will last forever.

"Don't take us so seriously!" A high-pitched male voice proved some people's regret, "We want to see another one!"

It's a pity that for hags, the undead, a race that can't absorb energy, are not worthy of them wasting magic power.

They form formations... threes and threes, nines and nines one.

The plum blossom formation looks quite beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't take a closer look.

Although the men wailed everywhere, the group of undead priests fell into a happy atmosphere.

They remembered what the old dog said: As long as these old hags come out, they can just beat them slowly.

This is the greatest help to Edna.

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