Undead Farm

"He has suffered a lot of persistent corrosion damage, and I should be able to ease it a little."

The Qingshui saint pressed against the head of Aston's head. A water polo wrapped up Aston, the water flowed, and even sneaked into his nose and mouth to cleanse and remove the injury in his body, but did not let it Difficulty breathing, it can be seen that its method of casting is superb.

But after washing the five water polo all green, the skin on Aston's body was still dead, different from the previous red light, which made her frown deeply.

“Sour rotten bomb with life corrosion?”

The night is released by the dead light entanglement, but under the effect of camouflage, others seem to be like the low-order spell acid rot in the water system, and the bio-corrosion effect contained in it is naturally not removed by washing.

However, the Qingshui Holy One could not know the doorway. She only used the new effect caused by the sour damage to a certain extent, so she called the Archbishop and let him personally help Aston release a big purification.

Coupled with the strong self-healing of the Holy Light and her water healing, it is finally to remove Aston's dead air, but the lost vitality can no longer be restored.

Aston, who was ten years old, woke up, his complex face looked at the night of the night, and the enchanted man with his eyes next to him, sighed deeply, then took off I have my own ring.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, this ring is for you. 35xs"

"haha, thank you."

In the night, I took the ring and looked into it. I suddenly looked strange and handed the ring back.

"You haven't emptied anything inside."

But Aston shook his head and looked up at the night three:

"These are the gifts that I gave you and her. I am awesome. I hope that you can train her to be as good as you."

After that, Aston, who was so excited, arched the archbishop.

"You adults, after this, I feel my ignorance and stupidity. Now I intend to return to the Masters Association to accept the retreat, and I will leave!"

"Well, go slowly!"

The Archbishop and the raging wind looked at each other with both fear and gratification.

If this time the stimulus is over, Aston, who has been stuck in the big magical realm for 30 years, may be able to go further and become the legendary saint like them, to make up for the loss of the top power of the Southern Principality.

But if you can't get through, it is estimated that this is the case in your life.

"I hope he can figure it out."

Shaking his head, no one can help with this kind of thing. Now they are better worried about how to appease those who have lost money and red eyes.

The soldier said that the generals of Ding had not let them make big bets before the anger, but now they are becoming big benefactors, and naturally they will not say anything.

But the adventurer is miserable. Many people even cast their own money. The rewards of a big battle have not been reached. Even the wife’s coffin is gone, naturally it is necessary to vent.

Many people are more blushing around the madness, want to get back their own gambling, but the madness of the wind is just the wind of the past, he will give them a personal look.

"Get out of the way! I have the most people who have lost the unrecognized in this life. I want to take the proceeds without risk. How can I have such a cheap reason! Don't blame me for being rude!"

The saints angered everyone and they were unwilling to make a second time. They had to sigh and sigh, silently picking one or two weapons on the battlefield to make up for their losses.

They don’t dare to move the soldiers’ equipment. They don’t have any jealousy on the bodies of the adventurers. After the natural disasters of the dead, the survivors are the mainstream of the holy stone continent.

"grandfather……"

It’s hard to see Grandpa in his own eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile.

"I told you, this time, my grandson earned 150,000 gold coins, 150,000 yuan! Developed!"

"Get it!"

"what?"

"I said it! Come on, I will do it myself."

The mad cloud temper was lifted, and the two wind clouds rolled away almost all the boxes on the ground, leaving him only half a box, estimated to be around 5,000 gold coins.

"Ah! Grandpa, that is the wife of the grandson who earned it! How can you do this!" Back to God's madness and mourning.

"Get out of the way! If you don't dare to bet on you by my name? If you don't rely on the night of the night, don't you lose our madness? Remember my words? If you want to take the proceeds, you have to take it. Risk, since this risk is not yours, it would be nice to leave this for you!"

When the wind and the wind blew a nose, they succumbed to the box filled with gold coins and came to the front of the night.

Awkwardly, ten boxes of gold were thrown at his feet.

"You have a thousand gold coins right? This is 100,000, two!"

The odds of 1:100, the third day directly took away two-thirds of the gambling money.

After all, in that case, no one would think that he could win. As for the Wanmo, they were so concerned that they forgot to bet.

This led to a big bet that only a winner in the night, and of course the dealer also won a lot.

Seeing the night three, I was more than happy to collect the gold coins into his new space ring, and the wind and the wind chilled again.

"While money is good, but it is always a foreign object, its own strength is the most important ~www.readwn.com~ I hope you will not continue to play this way in the future, it is not good for your heart growth."

I bet on this gambling and gambling, and one is to lose every day. The mad cloud has lived for a long time. I don’t know how many people have seen this dead end because I ate a sweet tooth. Even the strong mind is absolutely gone.

He didn't want to be a young man with a promising future on the road to poison dogs.

"Thank you for reminding my predecessors, I will remember." No. 3 nodded.

In fact, this time the harvest is many, but the risk is also great.

It is necessary to know that the riches of the sky are most irritating. After a grand prize, what relatives and friends and even passers-by will come out to "borrow money", and not borrowing is the great undead of the thousand swords.

What's more, the money was still found in the group of bitter hahas. Now I don't know how many people are secretly thinking about dealing with him.

And today there is no way to re-enact this thing. First of all, he has already smashed his name. It is impossible to have someone stupid.

Secondly, it is impossible for someone to play like a madman, and there is a saint who helps him to support him, and a quasi-sheng jumps out to reach his face, plus a large group of leeks.

In other words, such a thing can't be done anymore.

In fact, in the third night, I still have a little regret.

It would be a pity if he could see his more than a hundred thousand souls that exceeded the upper limit. It would be a pity that he would dissipate in the dawn. He would not use this combination of dead light cannons to get himself on the cusp.

After all, he is a low-key undead.

"Hey, money, you are such an annoying thing!"