Doomsday Pavilion

To talk about the current state of the warlock-emmmm, it is not easy to express, because just now this product came to the money while it was hot.

To be precise, it was snatched from the paw of Lord Billowing.

Lin Chou was really taken aback when he watched Billow and he was about to put the whole money in his mouth and chewed.

Fortunately, the warlock's eyes were quick and his hand quickly took a phantom shift, and by the way he took the opportunity to gnaw two.

mmp, Kuokun is just such a bloodline ability. If it converts the gravity field into a strength value, even if it exchanges 8 million points, it won't work. Mingguang, those guys who are counting on Kuokun as an air defense system will have to cry on the spot. .

What?Did the warlock steal it?Oh!

God knows which skills the Uncle Warlock has been sealed off or which skills have been changed and what attributes, Lin Chou didn't even have time to look at the warlock and "boom" for a while.

But looking at the appearance of a nearly ten-meter-high silver flame beauty suddenly dancing pole dance on this round head, it should be an explosion of attributes, right?

Lin Chou smoothly squeezed the peeling gray mist produced after the apparition shifted, without any touch.

Say,

"As expected, it was made according to the model of Sister Qingyu... It's much more beautiful than the green fel fire..."

The potted plant mumbled in a cry,

"Even the phantom limbs and breasts are so hot! Can it be swollen..."

Uncle Warlock was very angry, very angry.

The low-level evolutionary exaggerating in front of the high-level evolutionary is usually regarded as provocation, and the rolling adults still have a sense of territory-taking advantage of my warlock's weakness to recover blood, any big cats and three or two daring to come to your warlock uncle’s territory and jump Strayed?

Insult this warlock with such crude and lowly tricks and shit mental storms one after another?!

——So the uncle Warlock rolled up his sleeves and put down his hood.

Use a more professional adjective to describe the current state of the warlock:

Muscles are rugged, majestic hair.

He has a male dog's waist and can run horses on his arms.

——Of course, the above are the visual effects of the astral simulation.

There are really two ponies running around on his arm.

The two huge curved horns are burning with fiery fire, and the silver flame beauty is fluttering in the flames. Every movement is full of exotic style, and even the subtle expressions on the face are full of charm. There is more aura flashing in it, like a living thing, it seems that the increase of mental power has an unexpected effect on the silver flame beauty.

The warlocks under the silver flame beauty are not so harmonious:

This is a very weird, foggy muscular man. From outside the striped pectoralis major muscle of the gray process, you can see the deltoid muscle of the back directly-under that muscle, even half of the bone is missing.

The fire in his scarlet eyes scorched people, and Liu Renjun's mental storm was directly wiped out with a wave of his hand.

The outbreak of this undifferentiated and large-scale mental storm is as conspicuous as a filthy beast pulling a shit under his eyelids to a mental power such as a warlock, and it makes him sick—or Twice in a row.

There is nothing worse than this behavior, no!

Tigers don’t make cats. Are you in danger of being the uncle?

The rough voice of the warlock is still the feeling of 10,000 old rudders who are in heat. He said,

"Hey!"

Liu Renjun, who was in a violent state, could still hear a faint "hello" of less than 20 decibels, which was similar to the current noise.

"boom!"

The fel fire on the two giant horns of the warlock rushed directly into the chimney of the steel furnace.

An old evolutionary grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and licked it.

"Well, he has successfully angered Lord Warlock."

The evolutionary on the wall was shocked,

"Hey, this is going to be the rhythm of an anal wave."

"Tsk tsk, I was still thinking about that person's spiritual talent, I'm afraid that no one can cure him... Why did you forget Lord Warlock... It's been a long time since I've seen Lord Warlock and someone singled out."

"I'm going, I'll go, why did Uncle Warlock come here? This, this... how can he dare to ignore Uncle Warlock?!"

"This stuff is dead."

Well, the so-called heads-up... everyone knows...

Among the Mingguang Evolutionists, there are many people with muscle bumps in their brains. Of course, there are also brain cells like Shan Ye that are directly in the shape of a sharp axe.

Just such a group of people gather together. It is as natural as eating and drinking water without confirming the eyes. The challenge of fighting for life and death is not too much messy, not only the evolutionary is used to it, but the ordinary people are in the street. I won’t be surprised when I saw it, but it was serious to find a small bench Maza and watch them happily.

The above can't control this, well, I don't bother to control it.

If you don't kill people, you love to toss and toss and go, and you don't know where to make progress.

The old man who eats melon seeds,

"What a long time, there were eight guys who challenged Master Warlock last year!"

"Huh? Why never heard of it!"

The old man Guazi disdainfully said,

"Hey, you are ignorant."

"Uh...were beaten?"

The old man smiled,

"They were all killed!"

"..."

The people around him took a breath.

The old man added,

"Oh, I remembered it wrong. Seven of them were killed-the last one choked to death while eating meat sandwiches on the way to the venue."

Mahler is a big watermelon, no wonder there is no sound of wind coming out!

"No matter what happens?"

The old man of melon seeds clicked his mouth to feel the saltiness of melon seeds,

"Why don't care, the unpaid taxes and fines of Master Warlock rank first in the entire base city, including those big families-a total of 189,867,434. One hundred and fifty-four circulation points."

"..."

Lao Tzu is wrong, even breathing is Lao Tzu's fault!

In fact, most Mingguang people do not report any malice to the "black households" who do not enter the city, the nomads in the wilderness, various tribes and other tribes (although they still cut with knives and axes during conflicts), but basically nothing biased.

Mingguang is very receptive to foreign illegal households, and the process of setting up a Mingguang account basically ends in just over an hour. Even when Mingguang has just established a relatively small population, it has adopted certain methods that cannot be used.

Can you imagine:

A group of Mingguang evolutionists squatted in a small black room with their arms and net sleeves frantically shouting slogans such as "effort, struggle, population, future, more children and fewer trees", and then formed a group to engage in MLM in the wilderness. .. Uh, no, the gang went to the wilderness to talk about the "black households", and when the truth was unreasonable, they immediately stunned the opponent and carried them back to brainwash them with a body of tendon and original armor.

This leads to the extremely complicated composition of Mingguang. The famous "Pilasso" family who was beaten wildly on Lushan came from this way.

Having said so much, there is actually only one meaning I want to express:

The world is so big and there are so few living people. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to love each other as a family?

The world has become such a ghost, and the entire human race may be cold at any time. Do you want to do this?!

If possible, Mingguang is willing to accept anyone to live in the city and welcome with his hands and feet—but not in such a way at least.

It's okay to have dinner at the table, but you have to lift the table so that everyone has no choice. This is a bit damn good!

Then another meaning came out,

"Master Warlock, hammer him!"

"You're so tender~"

"Anus him!!"

I have heard that there have been some specializations in the art industry, and you who are in the professional field of the spiritual field cannot control it. I am the salted fish who is responsible for shouting 666.

But no one wanted to go up and fight Liu Renjun with one hand holding the mad nosebleed, it was not embarrassing enough.

Face is indeed a good thing, who doesn't want it?

Especially for Master Warlock, who has been unpopular with Mingguang's No. 1 number for more than two hundred years, when did so many people cheer and cheer for him?

Most of the time when they saw him, half of the people could not wait for his parents to give birth to six more legs and then they could run sideways. The remaining half were caused by broken ankles, maddened sheep, and anemic shock. .. In short, it is impossible to run.

Master Warlock is called a joy, that’s called a excitement. Good fellow, just say that Master Warlock comes to run and the sun is shining, okay, good, since I have Lord Warlock...emmmm, and Lin Chou, I have been enveloped The cloud above his head was completely dispelled by the bright fel fire!

Master Warlock was full of enthusiasm, carrying the horse race on his arm, and dancing a storm of sword blades for everyone, and smoothly threw the two ponies, pia, which were about to lose their shape, to the ground.

Hand over,

"Hehe, concession, concession!"

Won a round of applause.

If it wasn't for the wrong time, Liu Renjun really wanted to yell, "Who are you riding a horse, snakeskin, crazy!" What kind of ghost is this guy who just popped out? It's simply inexplicable, is it a clown?

In view of the fact that a beautiful flame girl standing on top of this head is not easy to provoke, and waved to disperse her mental storm is actually more nasty than it looks, Liu Renjun sneered and found it interesting.

"Who are you, report your name! A certain Liu Renjun has never encountered a spiritual talent, nor does he kill an unnamed ghost!"

"Warlock."

Liu Renjun said,

"You...Huh??"

His expression was suddenly stiff, and his voice changed like a drake caught in his neck.

Master Warlock is really famous and terrifying!

Liu Renjun's almost green face suppressed the surging mental storm in his head, hehe with a dry smile,

"Jiu...Jiu Yang Da Ming, you... you... just called me, did you... know?"

A boo.

This person is afraid that he doesn't even want his face.

But... when everyone thought of the guy who was choked to death on the road by the old man Guazi, the eyes that looked at Liu Renjun couldn't help but bring a bit of love (zai) into (le) points (huo). ).

Master Warlock smiled slightly, with a simple expression, and the beautiful silver flames above her head were eye-catching.

"Mental storm, right? Huh?!"

"Oh~"

The silver flame beauty on the top of Lord Warlock suddenly let out a cry like weeping, but everyone who heard it subconsciously clamped his legs, his face flushed.

Liu Renjun was different, he only felt that a great majesty was directly crushed on the sea of ​​his spiritual power, as fast as thunder.

The mental power competition is a hundred times more dangerous than the fist to the flesh fight, and the victory or defeat is only in one thought.

However, the mental shock from the warlock was even thousands of times more terrifying than the mental storm generated by his mental power that was raised several times for some reason. Before it was approaching, he had already had an irresistible idea.

"Oh, it turns out, can anyone really reach this level?"

Liu Renjun completely gave up resistance, no matter what, he was not afraid of being tortured out of his mind.

"Om~"

Liu Renjun only felt a tingling in his mind, and the pleasure came surging like a tide, and there was no reason for a moment.

But what others saw was this:

Just listening to the beauty of the silver flame on the top of the warlock’s head, Liu Renjun’s eyes turned into confusion, and his facial expressions became...wretched. After an inexplicable tremor, his entire face was covered with what can be described as It is the brilliance of the "sacred"-just like a sage based on the moral high ground.

"..."

"what?"

"This... what's the situation..."

Yes, that's right.

If Mr. Zhou Zhou were there, he would definitely recognize at a glance the name of his own humble apprentice—"the climax of death" full of awe.

Not fatal, no harm, but...

Liu Renjun awoke from the confusion, a strange cold and slippery sensation prompted him to look down at his legs.

"Puff~"

"Ahhhh~"

"Why...why...poof~"

Well, retract the above remarks, to some extent, this is indeed a fatal crit injury.

"Don't do it!"

Just when everyone was in a daze, a loud roar awakened everyone.

Lin Chou hung on the dazzling shovel, whistling and flying from the west of Mingguang, and when he flew to the gate of the second wall, he let go of his hands and slammed into the floor tiles beside the warlock.

Climbing out of the big pit, patted the ashes on his body, Chao Liu Renjun looked around for a few times before he breathed a sigh, and looked up and down the warlock nervously.

"Are you okay? Do you feel something is wrong?"

Warlock:???

"Huh...you both ate this handsome food, I was worried...forget it, now it seems completely fine."

Lin Chou did a kind of useless work. It seems that sometimes some worries about Gou Yue's slutty system are completely unnecessary.

"Go away."

Saying that he waved his hand extremely handsomely, and made a gesture of catching the gods.

"Shovel!"

Thirty seconds passed without any movement.

"..."

Lin Chou muttered embarrassingly,

"Mad accidentally ran away, it might have to fly for a while..."

"Wow!"

Then he tied himself tightly with the big iron chain that was attached to the shovel, and threw the shovel out again. The iron chain creaked, and as the shovel flew away, the straightness of the shovel instantly made Lin Chou "swoosh". Followed and flew out.

The evolutionaries are dumbfounded,

"I go..."

"It's bright..."

"Simply!"

Someone shouted,

"Hey, Boss Lin's hand...shovel, Li Shizhen's skin."

"Superb!"

As a result, he really heard it.

With the sound of a shovel breaking through the air, Lin Chou's sudden arrogant voice shook the ground.

"Humph!"

"If the sky doesn't give birth to me, someone Lin, shovel the way forever like a long night!"