Undead Farm

When the blood madness fell into the lava, Wanmo also ushered in her crisis.

I saw a huge green, too tall and tall, and then squirted her with a half-meter-diameter small age, like a huge bubble machine, only then climbed over 200 rafts on the ground. The little green that is jumping is too old.

Wanmo knows that once he gets caught by these things, he will definitely end up dead, but like blood madness, she is also in a valley that is almost completely closed. The only exit is the huge one that can't move. Green is too old to block.

"The night adults and the captains must have encountered danger, you don't want to stop me!"

Wan Mo panted his hand and used up the last mana to recruit twenty more flaming eggs. Before that, she had already banged two rounds, but those little old ages were like flies, she Point mana is not enough at all.

"What's the limit..."

Wanmo looked at the blocked crack, could not help but touch the waist back to the broad bean, but suddenly remembered the sound of the night and three more smiles, a hand, a bite.

"No! This is not my limit!"

The night bee is even more miserable. He falls into a strange blue-blue "forest". Every step of the way, he has to worry about whether something strange will fly around, and whether there will be a sharp on the ground. Thorn.

Just now, he has been swollen by the blue-blue monsters that have been flying over, but he can't catch the other side, and he can't even see it.

With a bang, the night face of the night bee was once again slammed by a fast-flying thing. The night bee took a sip of blood and reached out to his own pocket.

"Want to play? I will play with you enough!"

Hey!

The obsidian stepped back a few steps and swelled his arms. In front of him was a white stone man covered with thorns. The fist was like a casserole. What is even more terrible is that this guy actually There are six arms!

Just now, he managed to survive the violent boxing of the other side, and even the shields were slightly deformed, and you can imagine how powerful the other side is.

"Step aside!"

Obsidian looked at the hole behind the white stone man and yelled.

He fell into a cave, but unfortunately, this cave has only one exit, and this is also blocked by this monster. If you want to go out, you have to dry it up.

The stone man did not retreat, but did not return to him. Instead, he was shocked by six punches. The spikes on his body suddenly burst out like a heavy rain. The obsidian face changed quickly and covered the double shield.

After listening to the dull sound of a groan, the obsidian that was shaken to the guilt was directly sprayed on the shield.

"I thought the shield had a good temper, only defense would not attack?"

Obsidian wiped the blood from the corner of the mouth and separated the shield from the attacking position.

"I will correct your thoughts!"

Just behind him, the stone thorns that were lost were quietly blending, and soon another new stone man climbed up...

In the Avengers' mercenary team, it seems that only one person is relatively leisurely.

He looked up at the black hole at the well, and touched his head helplessly.

He has been at the bottom of the well for twenty minutes. Although there is nothing to attack him, he has no way to climb this black hole that is 50 meters deep.

The well wall was very smooth and could not be borrowed at all, and it was very strong. His long shots could not be **** in a pit.

What is even worse is that he just sat down and found that the well wall was slowly shrinking, seemingly to sandwich him into a meat sauce.

Seeing the sorrow of the soul, he shook his head and shouted at the wellhead:

"Hey! Is there anyone on it? Anyone can do it, help!"

......

At night, I also wanted to save my life, but he couldn't move with a small finger.

Where is the blonde woman calling him to eat, this is obviously to take him to dinner!

The whole body was wrapped in a golden mucus into amber. Even though he would not suffocate and die, whoever looks at a woman holding a kitchen knife in front of him will be terrible?

It’s okay...

The blonde woman lifted the knife and scraped the blade with her fingertips. She nodded with satisfaction:

"My daughter, the knife has been worn, let's start cooking! Right, how do you remember how to make claypot?"

The women looked at the night and smiled even more: "Forgot you can't talk now, nothing, mother said, you listen!"

"This claypot has only two keys, one is rice and the other is meat. I have already cooked it, this is a good golden rice! The golden rice that can be poured out with your brother's flesh and blood!"

The woman pointed to the pottery pot at the foot, which was cooked into ripe golden rice, still braving the heat.

Strangely, the rice is covered with four small squares of green, red, white and green, much like the black age that was swallowed by him.

"It's a pity that your brothers and sisters are not glue or stone. There is no filial piety. Fortunately, it is still black and filial, and today I can finally eat a decent pot of rice!"

After that, the women came to the front of the night, and the fingers were lightly smashed. The amber wrapped in the night was split into pieces, but the part that wrapped his feet was still solidified, which made him still unable to escape.

"What little black? Auntie you must be the wrong person~www.readwn.com~ I am called the night three, white is very, not black!"

On the other side of the night, he whispered and bounced back to the broad bean, and was about to throw it at his mouth. He snorted and his hand was again stuck by the quick-release mucus and fixed.

This is the trick!

The night was even more white, and the woman’s attack speed was too fast. He even reacted to the reaction but was stopped.

Now I can't swallow the boiled beans. Is it really necessary to be smashed into a clam meal by the other party?

This kind of death is too shameful!

"Hey, Xiao He, you are not jealous. Are you looking for the few friends you brought? You can rest assured that when you get out of the pot, I will naturally bring them over. I haven’t said it for a long time. Come to the guests, or use them to make a few more dishes to celebrate!"

Celebrate you! Take the guests as ingredients, your old woman is very bad!

But the night three did not dare to scream, now can count for one second, blood madness they do not mention, that Ize should always have a way to save him?

"Oh, yes, it’s better to let you talk to a friend before you talk about it." The blonde woman suddenly remembered something, patted her head, and went back to the house to pick up another amber.

At night, I fixed my eyes and looked at my eyelids.

It is not someone else who is set in amber, it is the only hope for his turn:

Little yellow hair Ize!