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"How did you get to this hall?"

A gloomy voice came.

But the three of them didn't feel scary at all... Because of bugs.

The only thing I feel is disgusting...

Ming Yujin, who was wearing a gas mask and refused to take it off, was not happy.

"You're hairy!"

Ming Yuheng opened his mouth to speak.

Zhen Yingjun hurriedly said: "This young master understands, it means that you haven't answered me yet!"

Then I received two thumbs up.

In the bloody hall.

The three of them are playing with treasure.

The high priest said that it was tolerable or intolerable.

Hand up.

Whistle together.

The school of fish is here again.

And then...

Everyone was silent.

Because the fish have retreated again... Smoked floors.

Looks like these fish have a dog's nose.

Zhen Yingjun slapped his thigh and smiled.

Ming Yuheng also felt that this matter was quite cola, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he had a faint smile.

Ming Yu Jin... I can't see my face.

Then the high priest became angry again.

He took a few steps and stomped heavily.

Yo!

Is this going to be a mechanism?

The three of them immediately looked around on alert.

After a breath.

After three breaths.

Ten breaths later.

The high priest blackfaced.

The poofing trio laughed again.

And then.

The high priest has attacked.

The palm wind is fierce, with a whistling sound.

Ming Yu Jin Ming Yu Heng Qi flashed edges... It was Ming Yujin with Ming Yuheng flashing edge.

"You guys are so unrighteous!"

"If it's a man, go on!"

The pronunciation of this sentence is accurate.

But it also made Zhen Yingjun cry.

But the prime...

Come on, what can you do if you don't go?

So he took it head-on.

And then... The palm was slapped away.

Ming Yujin: "....."

Ming Yuheng: "......"

Long Qianhao, who opened his eyes, also: "....."

Zhen Yingjun, who fell to the ground, also: "......"

Nest grass!

Weak chicken, this is!

Zhen Yingjun wanted to cry.

Master, this is too much loss just now, and you haven't made up for it yet, you have to believe in Master.

No one said they didn't believe it.

But the eyes are all disdainful.

Especially Ming Yujin.

There was poison in his eyes.

The poisonous Zhen Yingjun almost had no love.

Then it was swept away by the strong wind.

“.....”

It was Long Qianhao who fought with the high priest.

The master's move will inevitably affect the pond fish.

Then Ming Yujin and the three of them were all greeted out by the palm wind.

It's called a four-up, eight-pronged one.

As for Ming Yuheng, who folds his hands and feet.

He fell into the canal with his chair.

Not hurt though.

But poured a few mouthfuls of fishy water.

The taste is also sour.

The most unlucky ones are Ming Yujin and Zhen Yingjun.

I don't know where the palm wind of those two masters came from.

Anyway, the two were scraped directly into the clownfish's corpse.

Blood, juice, excrement...

Stained all over the face.

Fortunately, Ming Yujin did not remove the gas mask on his head.

Otherwise...

I have to eat a full mouth like Zhen Yingjun...

The two of them crawled up half-dead with a body of secretions.

And then...

Zhen Yingjun vomited again... Spit out a mouthful of yellow bile water.

That's it for a while.

The two people above have been fighting almost white-hot.

However, it is obvious that Long Qianhao is slightly better.

But Ming Yujin was a little worried.

Because she saw Long Qianhao's eyebrows frowning, and the corners of her mouth tightened.

It's obviously not as easy as it seems.

Is it because Fang Cai's injury hasn't been pranayama yet?

Where did the baby go?

Why don't you cure him.

The baby flapped its wings aggrievedly and flew around in front of her eyes.

But it has been ignored again and again.

Its hemp can't see it.

Its hemp can't see it.

Its hemp can't see it.

The baby is going to cry.

Why is this happening?

Staggered to the head of Mingyu brocade... Next to the emerald feather-colored hairpin.

Crying: "Sister, why can't Ma Ma see the baby?"

Cui Yu Hairpin trembled slightly, and made a glutinous sound that only babies can hear, "I don't know if the water in that lake is weird, or the fish is weird, she can't hear my voice now." ”

The baby blinked his eyes wide, and cried again: "Sister, if you want to call Ma Ma ~ you can't call her, it's rude to do this." ”

Jade hairpin: "......"

Brother, you have a big heart, can we get down to business?

~.~

At this time, Ming Yujin was taking the loveless Zhen Yingjun towards Ming Yuheng, who was crawling out of the sink little by little.

Thinking that the three of them would come together so that they could take care of each other.

Meantime.

Ming Yujin took out his pistol and aimed it in the direction where Long Qianhao and the high priest were fighting.

Zhen Yingjun looked at the big cloth bag like a bag.

Touch your nose and don't speak.

Suddenly, a large cloth bag popped up.

Even the chair can be pulled out, and a black guy comes out, what is it?

Zhen Yingjun said that he should not be too fucking calm!

By the way, he also helped Ming Yujin point to the direction of the high priest.

After all, he is a martial arts practitioner.

But, in the end.

The black guy in Ming Yujin's hand is useless.

It's really that the two of them are too fast.

Fast eyes can't catch it at all.

Even if his eyesight is very good, Zhen Yingjun can't accurately determine the direction for a while.

It doesn't seem feasible to put a cold gun or something.

If you miss, what can you do?

The enemy laughed at himself and cried, Ming Yujin categorically would not do it.

Therefore, the two people who did nothing and Ming Yuheng were gathered together again.

And then...

Someone's coming.

Came in through a small door next to the sink.

Dressed in fiery red light gauze.

Tingting.

Behind him stood a column of men.

Count them, and there are about thirty of them.

All of them have dignified bodies, and their tendons and flesh make people look at the surging blood.

But the prime...

Three against thirty.

No, it's two and a half to thirty.

Isn't Ming Yuheng half crippled now?

This contest of force value, one word, hanging.

But the prime...

Are they really so shameless, group fights?

Ming Yujin saw the killing intent in the eyes of the woman in red.

It was a kind of killing intent that did not compromise on all means.

Then, a cold smile appeared in the eyes of the woman in red, and her hands were raised lightly.

Thirty or so men immediately formed an encirclement.

It's fast.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the wall of human flesh has become, impermeable, like an iron bucket.

All right.

It seems that this shameless thing has really been touched by them, and they are still bitter masters.

The three of them looked at each other.

Ming Yujin: "Little master, how many can you kill?"

Zhen Yingjun: "Master, if I hadn't done so much just now"

"Let's just say you can kill a few!"

"Three!"

Well, the tenth is removed.

What about the remaining nine-tenths.

Ming Yujin and Ming Yuheng glanced at each other, and could only say heheda.

And then.

"Giggle~"

The beauty in red smiled.

The smile is flying, and the red yarn is fluttering.

Long hair without a bun fluttering is called a wanton!

Mingyu brocade and Mingyuheng sighed in unison, Sadako, Sadako, the ancient version of Sadako!

Zhen Yingjun also pouted in disgust: Looking at it this way, the dominatrix in Star Lake City is also very good, unlike the one in front of him, which is infiltrating!

And then.