Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!

A full six thousand orcs, a whole world of Warcraft, about 12,000, even if it is an ant, it is also a hemp!

However, the **** of death still only did two actions against the people, lifting the sickle and shaking the sickle.

People can imagine that it must be the black aperture, slamming and screaming, and there is no life to live!

Imagination is imaginary, but seeing is another matter. Nearly 20,000 orcs and Warcraft are so harvested, and people's eyes are almost squinting, and the mouth can almost be stuffed into duck eggs!

This means, this power, and the massacre that did not move without mercy, shocked everyone.

If it is a human being, it will always be uneasy to kill a large number of other creatures, and even fear, but death does not have such a feeling at all, and yes, he is a **** of death!

The magical power of the silkworms gathered on Lu Qianqian's body. Although it can be ignored for one hundred magical seas, the mosquitoes are small and meat, and there is better than nothing.

"Oh..." A tiger-headed orc screamed in horror and fled.

He played the leading role, and the remaining orcs and the World of Warcraft seemed to wake up as if they were waking up, as if they were chasing after the evil spirits.

The fear of death is beyond the control of the horn!

The rest, only the man is the first.

"Kick the master, you dare to play the master!" This is what death is in the arms.

"Adult, forgive!" The head of the horse was terrified, and he lowered his proud head to the **** of death.

The **** of death slightly lifted the sickle, but his hand was pressed by a white, jade-like, gentle and soft hand.

"Wait, I have something to ask him." Lu said.

The people who have been watching at the fortress side, the members of the red wolf that gathered in the past have been stunned again. Lu Haoqian dared to hold down the hand of the **** of death. It’s too exciting, it’s just a manual move, it’s tens of thousands of corpses. She is too bad for her life.

At that time, everyone thought that death is an unfinished master, but it may also be the mysterious reinforcement of the elves. If you want to break the skull, you will not think that the **** of death is Lu Yuqian.

The **** of death looked at Lu Yiqian and held his hand. The place was passing a burst of electric shock.

He nodded obediently and let go of the horrible sickle.

This scene fell sharply. They couldn’t hear what Lu Yuqian and the **** of death said. Looking at her holding the hand of the **** of death, she suddenly realized that the beauty...

He was so gripped by Lu Yiqian, the fire of death was magically gone, and he no longer tangled with the two heels of the head horse...

"What is your purpose in attacking the Elf City?" Lu Yan asked slowly, and his tone was not urgent.

However, this is an unhurried tone, which makes people feel extremely stressed. He carefully handcuffed the death of the gods and said: "The adults are forgiving. I don't know what is going on. Wang just said that he needs one of the elves. Something."

"what?"

"One head."

What, a head?

"What head?"

"I don't know." When the head of the horse saw Lu Yi, he tried to loosen it and shouted: "I don't know adults!"

Lu Qianqian held his chin and sighed and said, "Let's go, give you a message on the king. He definitely can't get the ‘head.'”

The man can't believe it: "Adult, let me go?"

"Why, don't you?" Lu Hao said coldly and said.

Lu Yu’s thousand words were not finished, and the head horses opened their hooves and ran away without seeing them.

This is to praise the death of the gods: "You are really powerful, continue next time!" I want to come to the orcs will attack again, there is death, victory is in sight!

"Master, I am full, I want to sleep." The **** of death collected the excess soul today and wanted to digest the space of the Eudemons.

Lu Yan’s mouth was pumping, and she just blew the cow... “How long have you slept?”

"Ten days when the fireball is lowered and raised again." The **** of death stared at the soft hand of the master, oh, soft...

There is no sun in the world where the **** of death is, so the big fireball he said is the sun, ten days of sunshine, that is ten days, and the **** of death is really a **** of death. Sleeping is longer than others. It seems that next, you have to fight hard. what!

To drive away the orcs, all members of the Red Wolf Group were warmly welcomed. When they felt the mighty war field of the orcs, they were more able to experience the terrible experience of being besieged by the orcs. It is really admirable to survive under the siege of the orcs.

Lu Yiqian was surrounded by one, and countless eyes with peaches hit her on her face, but her temperament was too cold, no one dared to make it. But the more it is, the more crazy a man is, the woman with the queenlike temperament, but the man who wants to worship and want to conquer. However, they want to conquer Lu Yiqian, but also to see if the white tiger is willing or not, let alone the white tiger is not willing, the **** of death will also lose his temper, and naturally she is a cold-hearted person, not her recognized person, wants to It’s impossible for her to get a different look! She accepted the admiration of flying from the plain, and then quietly left them behind.

Double as the moon stopped at the land, thousands of places, with a sacred and elegant smile on his face, but his heart was annoyed, he did not like everyone to see Lu Yanqian's fanatical eyes.

"Spoil the cake, you have to hold on." Hu Bo held a wounded young man, slowly lowered him to the ground, took out the herb to apply to his wound, but the blood of the cockroach could not stop.

The red wolf lost nearly half of the members in the last battle, and several people were injured. The biscuit was the most injured one. He was scratched by an orc. The wound was very big. If it was not treated, it would be killed sooner or later due to excessive bleeding. !

Compared with the aura and glory, all the red wolf members cherish the life of their companions. All the red wolf members are surrounded by a group. They will treat him with treatments, and they will not protect their wounds with anger. Press down the blood that will flow out.