"My Lord, if you don’t agree to our request, you will die on your knees here."
He shouted, "Planck is vicious. You must not treat him badly."
"What do you mean by this?" Chen Senran calmly listened to them and didn’t yell at them. It was a light way. "Everyone is a pillar of Bill Giwater. Is it a scandal to gather here? Don’t let you gossip and turn my Jack into a thief. My Jack is weak, but he can’t afford to slander me like that. "
"Lord Jack …"
"Lord Jack …"
"Lord Jack …"
Someone still wants to say something, but Chen Senran has already flashed red and headed for the dock.
"Jack, what did they say that Planck wanted you?" The little mermaid Fitz looked at the two silent men in front of him with some confusion.
"They think too much." Chen Senran smiled and comforted the little fisherman.
"Did Planck really hurt you?" The little fisherman suddenly became sensitive. The situation in recent days has been a little subtle. Although it is more single-minded, it is not a fool. No matter how slow it is, it smells a little. "If he really hurts you, I will let Xiaolong eat him now."
The last sentence, like a fisherman who harms people and animals on weekdays, has a faint and ferocious eyebrow eye.
The bloody murder accumulated in all directions is still engraved in its body.
And Xiaolong is of course that terrible dragon shark.
"If you want to kill someone, now is not the time," Graves finally said. He took out a cigar, lit it and said with a low smile. "Will someone always kill you badly?"
In the last sentence, he asked Chen Senran about cigars.
"Come to a" Chen Senran nodded and lifted the car curtain.
It’s sunny outside
It’s really a good day to travel.
Light a cigar
Smoke rose from the dim carriage.
Two men smoked silently, and neither of them spoke.
A fisherman sneezed at the window and breathed a fresh breath.
The carriage pattered along the stone road.
History rolls forward slowly.
This is the beginning of the spring era in the 216 years of the New World calendar.
Everything is still hidden in the water, and no one knows what it will be like once it is started.
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Page one hundred and seven Strong winds rise.
strong breeze
Blowing from every corner of Tianwang Mountain
The blood around is very thick.
dusk
A great war has just ended
The sun is setting like blood on the horizon.
Levin picked up a half-moon double-edged rotary axe deeply embedded in the head of a Noxas officer and slowly shook his blood and brains.
His hand is so steady that he can’t see that he has just gone through a one-sided massacre.
He is not tired at all, and he still has a little unfinished business.
In this battle, the ghost face shura Vincent won a total victory over the 150-member elite team of Noxas.
The late Sineitai team official first took a look at the bodies in the mountains and then quickly ran to Dreven’s side and handed over a good piece of leather.
Without looking, Levin took it and wiped his sharp killing weapon.
"Can adults clean the battlefield?" Although Bidle, the nominal official, was high, the team official couldn’t help but pay his respects when he saw the ferocious mask with deep luster in the sunset.
There is three points of admiration and seven points of fear in his words
There is no way, no one will not be afraid of such a demon who kills his own kind like a pig, even if he is his comrade-in-arms in name.
But who knows …
Levin didn’t answer, but casually waved his hand. The sharp magic weapon in his hand made a terrible roar in his breath.
In that team officer’s fright, he even retreated three steps, as if he thought that Draven would kill him immediately, and he quickly ran to his hand before he had the strength to shout "Close … Clean up the battlefield".
The group of pro-Weiying soldiers watched with trepidation as Levin shuttled cautiously through the battlefield, and no one dared to say a word for fear of waking up the statue sleeping in the sunset and killing God.
Draven is really famous in Ionia, but most of them are fierce. Many people are afraid that he will be afraid of breaking his heart, but there are few real him.
The setting sun is thicker, reflecting the setting sun. Draven, with his ferocious armor and blood, is more and more terrible.
Levin paid no attention to other people’s eyes. He walked to the high point of the hillside and sat on a rock. He looked at the vast plain on the hillside.
The wind is getting stronger
Blowing the mountains and vegetation makes a whine, like those ghosts who have died here for several years are crying for a long time.
He put the pair of murder weapons in his hand on the ground and started to stay.
Of course he knew he was killing the Noxas.
Those people should be regarded as his comrades-in-arms rather than compatriots.
But he doesn’t care if he feels anything at all.
He likes killing people, he enjoys killing people, and all he has to do is to be the best. Besides, what does he call his country?
All he has to do is prove himself, but
And to say that his mask is a little pity?
No, of course not
A king like him wears a mask to prevent anyone from recognizing him, so he not only kills clean in every battle, but also transforms his weapon so that people can’t recognize it as his Dravidian weapon as much as possible.