This Kryptonian is too stable

"But I haven't added enough food for a long time. Her wife has already lost the ability of running, in the face of the boulder down, she can only sit in the same place, pray to the gods like it, and began to comfort the name. That's poor person:

'The gods will help us, they will always be, you only need to give fate to them! Just listen to their voice! ""

Gol's tone is cold: "Fortunately, that poor people did not listen to her persuasion.

The hands and feet are used, and the front of the cave collapsed, holding his daughter who can't walk away from the ground. "

The gray of the era, falling on the head, is a mountain. '

Sudoku has emerged in the brain, a sentence seen on the Internet, staring at the poor people in front, solemnly: "In that kind of original, chaotic era, tragedy is often the most common thing."

"Yes, the tragedy is the most common thing in the world."

I have a deep identity point, Gol continues: "The anger of the God of the earth destroys the poor home, their tribes have to start to migrate, seek finding a new one can shelter in the night.

On the way to migrate, with the temperature of the temperature, the poor daughter is like the most child of the world, suffering from the most common disease - yang.

However, due to long-term lack of food and water sources, the girl's physical quality is much better than other peers, and after all, they have not been like his father when he is a child. "

Looking at this humanoid tea, Sai Bo didn't know what to say.

But he understands that only these are not enough to have a trip to the enemy, such as a butcher.

"After experiencing endless suffering, the poor person has fallen, so I chose to bury my daughter's body over the poor potte.

However, he did not expect that his action actually surreally found that the tribal's brother of a group of soldiers will force him to uniform, and dig the corpse of the poor daughter from the pit, hanging there. Tree above the tree.

"why?"

A very disgusting guess in the Saibo brain, but it is not as he thinks.

"Hey, a ridiculous reason."

Said laughed, Gol hated: "According to the customs of the people, the body of the dead man must hang on the tree, so the gods can see the other party, bring him to the sky.

Otherwise, it will hinder the loved ones and tribes of the dead, and the disgust of the gods. "

The Saibo has commented: "bad habits."

"After the night, after the treatment of the people's control, the pity people take out the fastest speed of this life to feel the bones of their daughter.

Then, when he was still slow, he left the corpse of the treetop only, there was only a bloody head, and the flesh and bloody torso had already been dried in the unknown beast in the desert. "

I don't know when the body of the corpse mountain has ignited a black flame, and the figure on the summit of the mountain is like a feeling, continue to tell the story of the poor person, and the tone is getting higher and higher: "After the daughter's head buried, The favorite belief finally collapsed, and she had already understood the fact that he had already understood in his heart - the gods did not exist!

Otherwise, when people need these gods, what they are! !

In the poor mother, never seen father, wife, daughter, and his own gods, they are mostly! ! ! "

"But the world of the world is true."

Sweeping hundreds of gods under the foot of the other party, Sai Bo fade.

"When the night, the poor man killed the tribal brief, starting a person in the desert, until he is exhausted, no longer hunting any prey.

When he is about to give up life, when he die, the sky suddenly raised the rain, and there is still a meteor who falls from the sky. "

Grr voices contain endless resentment: "Rain is nourishing his lungs, supplementing his strength, and toughly moved his way, and came to the flow of meteors from far away.

Then he found an extremely terrible fact.

Actually ... the god is existed! ! ! "

"Yes, the god is present! Pour the golden figure in the big pit, and the ancient stone statue of hundreds of years in the tribe will be exactly the same!"

Didn't give the brunette man open the opportunity, the figure on the throne continues to say: "The ironic thing is that the god is like those who are inferior, but the long-lasting will not be added to the dead, full of eyes The fear of death.

I don't even hesitate to extend his noble golden palm, beg for the poor people like a herme, praised: 'Save ... Save me ...'

It is also like the piraciphed relatives who have issued countless. "

"So, do you kill him?"

The photo of the game is pick, knowing the key place.

"The poor person certainly did not respond to his request, but came to the enemy that has been killed by him, picking up it from the other party, incarnation of the pretreat in desert.

Put the high-top god limbs into countless residue, only one leaving with endless horror and pain.

It is like his daughter. "

Strokes the black long sword on the side, Gol didn't care about the other party to uncover the status of the poor person, grin a smile: "After, the poor people once again discovered a fact that he was very pleased ...

God is killed, it will die! "

After listening to the story of the other party, Sai Bo has already guess the purpose of this poor person: "So, what is your purpose?"

"Bathing in the blood of the gods, feeling the filling power from the other side of the body, a problem has emerged in the brain of the poor people.

What if there is more God? "

The black fire flame swallowed to the corpse of the corpse is gradually spread over the foot, and the emotions of Gal gradually recovers calm: "The facts have proven that there is indeed.

So the pity began to track and slaughtered them until all the gods of the world slaughtered. "

"Since then, the poor people are completely went to, only for a goal."

The brunette man who stares in front of the front, Golzi, "I gall, an unknown generation, a poor person, wanderer who was forgotten in the world.

Body carrying the shadow of revenge, bathe the blood, throwing a simple dream in your heart ...

Terminate this era of the gods, let the existence of the existence do not exist! "

"Very great ideals."

Silent, Sai Bo slowly opened: "But do you understand what you reflect?"