As a cute new devil, I am super cruel

"There is not much lifetime, but also understand that this life is impossible, but once our magic tower, the public does not dare to do it, I hope the birth of the magic tower, after you promote extraordinary, wait for the time Mature, gradually set up. "

"There will be, as long as we don't give up hope, we will have our God's magic tower."

Middle-aged model of feeding, eagle is brewing a sharp edge, and it is airy.

He pushed the wheelchair, moved down, two people chatted on the side of this sound-sounding gold rice field, while discussing the future.

"Cretty said that in the condolence ceremony, she has seen a thin and thin civilians many times. On the way, see the burnt corpse."

"The nursing knight personally handed hands, from the nearby fire, pursued a group of mobs, the population has hundreds of top, and there is some human meat sale."

"That time, Mona was scared, she came back, if there is a food that can't eat, is it a happy life."

Feeling blue grabbed a full crystal rice, in Jinxia's reflection, charming, don't have a unique charm.

It does not have a luxurious, nor is the exquisiteness of the garden, but can save the life of thousands of people.

He decided to establish a golden rice garden, all over 100 kilometers, giving Clety a surprise.

"Snapped!"

A princess dress of a satin knitting bow, falling into the blue hand.

"This?"

Fiscal blue turned, slightly, and stunned.

"My granddaughter's birthday, be a grandfather, can not forget." The old man laughed.

Fees are also can't help but laugh.

Chapter 440 Spring and Autumn Dreams (1/4)

The sky is dark, and the rain is hurt.

The ruins of the broken rice garden, the romance of wheat, the frost, and being cold.

Before a pile of graves in the hills, a feminine is a feminine, trembling the body, and the face of strong and strong, with a sadness of it is difficult to curb.

His forehead, posted on the tomb, silence.

"Please also cheer, God ... no longer bear the blow."

On a wheelchair, the old man is like a sleepy, and the eyelids are difficult to open.

Vitality, such as the candlelight swaying in the wind, turn off at any time.

But for the gods, he forcibly burning a fierce burning, avoiding the weaken flames.

"I know."

Fees Bluewen are softly stroked with tombstones, his wife, praying the god, overdrawn vitality, ultimately, life.

Daughter Ka Na, also killed by the Black Magic Master, the first to leave, bring huge pain to the parents.

He hate ...

The ruthlessness of hate fate, kindness, and help the second girl of thousands of people, they have passed away!

I hate the enemy is too insidious, and in his secret promotion of extraordinary failure, suddenly start, let him regret the original!

More hate yourself breakthrough, fortunately, you will have a life, no strength to protect your family!

"After three days, I must embark on the road of gold."

Feeling blue conjunction, he stood up, and he hides a slave.

More, but it is a big fighting spirit, killing the enemy into the murder of the river.

This feast, does not share the sky!

"Too anxious, the next batch of materials in the Eastern Parliament has not been sent, why not postpone a few days, and prepare it again."

The old bishop suggested that if the mosquito flies, it is still feeding.

"Leaked that I broke through the failed intelligence, the gods must have a response, and the public has not responded to the public, and it is the most critical."

"Reassured, in the firing of the superfense, I predict that my failure, so I have retained a large number of resources unwind, these, it is enough."

Feeling a tombstone in Fishan, hiding in the harvest of rice gardens.

He turned, looking at the gray sky, grabbing it up, looking like sword, like torn sky!

The old bishop is stiff. He induces the feeding blue, carrying a shock to the shocking discouragement.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the old eyes, a piece of gray, but fell by the righteousness of Jinxia Wanzhang, holding a god sword, killing the enemy's blood dyed long.

The clouds are excessive, and the clouds are clouded.

This night, a monster, born.

......

"God, on you, will truly play the true power of God."

"I have a predecessor of the gods, I have not naming, one person is alive, I have a dream, in the last battle, God's unprecedented power, even the means of the gods It is possible to predict that at that time, you can make a great trend of the spring and autumn, complete the gods! "

"But rolling the yin, rushing, involving a critical battle after hundreds of years, I am helping you, only this, sorry."

On the bed, the thin old man wrapped in a cotton, shivering in the snow night.

The handsome man who cares for the side is tall, and the blonde is blue.

"Yes, my father."

Fischer blue shakes, he has always been calm, and the emotional fluctuation is a bit big.

He adds fire to the fireplace, igniting the golden grade wood, emits warm, dispersing cold, but the old man is weak, but the strength of the blink is.

The old man strongly supported the last strength, in the hand, and a volume recorded a new secretation, turned into a roll of light gold parchment.

Fei Lan respectfully took the sheepskin paper, put the hands of the elderly, and put in cotton.

But when he looked up, I saw that the old church lying quietly on the bed, closed his eyes, and his face was light, but his mouth seems to have a smile.

Feeling blue, there is still a burst of eyes.

The leader of the harvest gods, one person is in charge of the gods for three hundred years, shoulders, even the three major public people dare not overuse.