Dragon-Marked War God

Along the way, he never stopped to find them.

He's not doing it for himself. He's been selfless all his life.

“Man is alive, there must always be some obsession. When he resolutely left me, it was also difficult to let go of the obsession in his heart. I do not blame him. Today I would rather live and die together, and I will never look back. ”

Ling smiled gently, they no longer blamed the river and dust, because even they could not change the situation, even let the river and dust bundle. Today in World War I, the river and dust die, and they will follow the river and dust.

“It's over, little brother, your stubbornness, it's time to end it. ”

Shangguan Hongyan's hand grasp, Jiang is still old and hot. When you first came out, you dared to exaggerate in the land of Zhongzhou. Then there was only one end, becoming an unacceptable prick, killing you is the return of all.

“To finish, ask me about the gun in my hand. ”

The cold, crisp sound echoes over the nine-day void and is powerful.

A white figure, standing on the dome, a teenager's temperament, a blonde hair, dance with the wind, handsome, brilliant, even countless beautiful women, his face, is self-shaping and obscene.

Junior beauty is like a painting, like coming out of a painting.

The teenager stood there in silence, as if the whole void had become stagnant, and his power, his dominance, especially the golden gun in his hand, emitted a spectacular cold light.

Like the ancient immortal Green Pine, it stood there, leading countless people to look.

“Dusty, you look like a wolf. That's so funny. ”

The boy in white smiled and said, with a tear of life and death in his eyes, tightly clasped the gold gun in his hand.

The wrecked shirt, bloody and fleshy, the wolf, was all he could ever see.

Years, years, years, he was looking forward to the day, but he didn't expect them to meet again here.

The corner of the mouth had a bloodthirsty smell, the tears of blood in the eyes of the white teenager, spinning in the orbit, above the arm, the blue muscles burst, the face became cold, like the Vanguard.

“You look handsome, but in my eyes, you're always just a little kid. ”

Jiangdu smiled and said, his eyes are also a little wet, like wind and sand fans eyes.

“Fuck you, you cactus board, I'm the best looking man in the world! ”

The boy in white laughed loudly and was as wild as the wind.

“Chilly, you bastard, why are you still so weak. Just like a monk, weak and windy. ”

The white-coated teenager said with dismay, causing him to cry with the tyrant and yet, but at that moment, their heart's will to fight began to burn again.

Beautiful teenager, survived and independent, not big yellow, who will it be?

The return of Da Huang, let the fire of hope, which had been extinguished in their hearts, be lit up again, they still have hope, Da Huang in, Jiang Dun in, they are all here!

“What a beautiful teenager. ”

Ling and Moon et al., stared silently at the white boy, freshman exclamation, because he was so handsome, even handsome to make people feel this beauty, should not appear on him, even women will create a jealous look.

“That's Brother Jiang Dun's closest brother. ”

Dragon Shadow smiled, tears in her smile, they also saw a glimmer of hope. After the two went to the clouds and rain, Jiangdu told her everything, hoping that she would understand herself and understand herself. Dragon Shadow does not compete with anyone to be jealous, as long as he is the Jiang Dun brother who reassures himself, as long as he is with himself, everything will be well known.

“From now on, whoever dares to bully you, I will destroy his family! ”

The golden gun in the big yellow hand held tight, squeaking and squeaking straight, that kind of power and hegemony is astonishing.

After all these years, Da Huang is still so jealous, some people dare to bully Jiangdust, he will definitely make his opponent worse than death. Hundreds of years have been annihilated in the long river of history. Their brotherhood, however, is even more intense. No one can understand that the two of them have been interdependent and affectionate for so many years without the need for words, but thicker than the sky.

When Dahuang looked at the river dust, his eyes flashed with a thick thought. In the days of the Luo gods, he no longer worried about the dangers of the little dust at all times. He constantly cultivated, constantly grew himself, constantly became stronger, just so that one day, he could stand beside the river dust and fight alongside him. At that time, he could be more proud to say that I was not only the first handsome man in the world, but also the first in the world.

This day, finally, in the yellow eyes, is constantly changing, the blood tears are intertwined, at this moment, he has decided, he is going to kill!

“This guy, he looks so handsome, can he really hold it? ”

“People are invisible. Don't you get it? But only at the mid-point peak of the realm of the divine kingdom, I'm afraid it's also the death penalty. ”

“Unfortunately, this good leather bag, even my woman, is deeply jealous of him. ”

Millions of people looked at the beautiful young man standing in the wind and were saddened, compared to the river and dust, and even felt sorry for him.

“I don't know what's dead or alive. Now, someone dares to stand beside him. Looks like you've come to die too. ”

The Black Dragon Saint made a cold face to say that the white boy in front of him had good strength, but was not enough to change anything, with almost zero impact on the battle situation.

“Then we'll kill each other, and I'll see how much wind this guy can make. ”

The White Dragon Saint Angel also laughed. The Dragon Nation's five strongest men took the lead, giving Jiang Dun and this white boy no chance at all.

“Dusty, I'll show you today, I've never been lazy in all these years! ”

The big yellow hand held the gold gun, a gun was out of shape, the world was in turmoil, the shadow of the gun turned into a layer of halo, and it broke out, the wind was like a mountain, and the air was moving.

Jiang Dun stared at the big yellow, silently at the familiar juvenile figure, the corner of his mouth with a colour of comfort. Over the years, their brothers and sisters finally met again, and the words were endless, better than the warriors all the way!

Jiang Dun knows that the days of Da Huang in the Luo Gods over the years will not necessarily be better. He is alone and untamed. The Luo Gods are one of the ancient gods. He must be innumerable in genius. The strong are like clouds. He can stand out among the many strong. To this day, the pain and suffering he has experienced must not be clearly spoken in three languages. Although the Goddess of Los Angeles may have had a gang lining, after all, it was someone else's child, Dae Huang, who wanted to stand out in the Los Angeles, who could only work harder than anyone else.