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The Seven Corners temporarily decided to convene a mercenary alliance at the end of December, when all mercenary leaders above the level must be present, and the heroes with granite heads have been scattered overnight.

Xia collected his troops, and the rear team of 100,000 people in Tandimob became the front team, and they passed by Sawyer's assassins half a mile apart, and not a single leaf was touched.

Specifically mention Wild Grass. This guy consciously poured blood mold.

Not to mention Hong Senbao's sentence when he left: "Thank you for your good brother, my temple is small, and I will set up another place for the apprentices of the Venerable Fire Qilin in the future." And the strange expression of Huang Sheng next to him.

The point is that the hapless messenger and the unlucky new news happened to be entangled, and a mallet smashed on the head of his southern camp...... Don't...... Is the Giant King event going to be staged in Aragon?

He hurried back, and even didn't pay close attention to the draft armistice adopted by the associations at the urgently convened joint meeting, and what kind of inexplicable rules and regulations such as the rookie competition could allow two victors this time...... With a stroke of the pen, he signed, "The armistice is good, the armistice is good." "It is estimated that he will not hesitate to sell his body.

If human beings really fight, who will be cheaper? This is what he is most concerned about.

"Hongha! It's better not to be the Giant King. It's better not to be the Giant King......" Wild Grass heard the mallet beside him.

"Yes, the Deadwood Spider is the Deadwood Spider, and the Giant King is the Evil Spirit King, so far apart!" Wild Grass comforted himself like this, but there was a restless voice in his heart, telling this Templar Master who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, the Demon Beast Rebellion of Aragon, absolutely and absolutely would not dare to be so hasty.

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"When we want to document, we often only have their shadow left. ”

"I saw them rushing into battle, their steel guns high;"

"But he stumbles in hope, and pounces on his own shadow before the sun sets;"

"I closed my gaze and saw despair spreading along the icy stones;"

"The women who hide in the caves, looking forward to the triumphant granite in the crevices;"

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"Have you ever seen the young warriors rushing into battle?"

"They hold their heads high, but they break their lonely backs;"

"In the morning they roared the march against the rising sun;"

"The woman in the boudoir enjoys the coolness of the night moon alone. ”

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"Passing years, flowing years, flowing years"

"Day after day, year after year,"

"What happened happens again, nothing changes"

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"Save your tears. ”

"Your mercy also appeared in the last samsara. ”

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Adults, the elderly, and children are hard to distinguish between their faces when they are covered with blood and black mud. So you have to look carefully and look hard, only to realize, wow, that tall and strong back is really familiar.

The stout one lifted another corpse up, bending over in an exaggerated manner, and he threw the corpse into the fire that had already been lit, and the smoke was briefly suppressed, and then it relented with colorful light.

Strong children, looking at the roaring fire in the night, as far as possible in a daze.

"Alas!" the sparrow patted him on the shoulder, "don't think about it," she handed over a handkerchief, of a cloth, with blood on one corner.

"Hmm. "I don't understand, Cheng Biting Jin just has wet eyes, but he can't figure it out, he met Xiaojie when he was buying breakfast yesterday morning, and he secretly took a bite from his big fritters......

Now, half of Xiao Jie's face has been curled up black by the merciless flames. Cheng Zhuangzhuang, who has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, seems to be shaking under the blowing of the willows in the wind. In front of him is a young man who is gone, and only the remnants of his memories are left in the pit.

"Don't think about it," Sparrow soothed him, and could feel the feelings of youth from the strong trembling, "the dead are gone, you should care more about the living." This sentence originally made a lot of sense.

"Huh?" Cheng Zhuangzhuang was speechless for a while, concerned ...... Who? His village elder and father were talking to people about business in a notebook town two hundred miles away, and it was not his turn to bother Cheng Zhuangzhuang.

"You should take care of your little brother. Sparrow had already understood his sluggish reaction, so she simply named him by name, "he" She pointed to Li Gen who was in a daze under the old locust tree behind her, "He won't be in trouble, will he?" Sparrow was worried - those who are physically weak are usually not so mentally firm, and in the face of great disasters, it is easy to get some kind of mental illness.

"He?" Cheng Zhuangzhuang turned his head and got angry when he saw Li Gen's demented appearance, "He's just a fool! Ignore him!" shook off his chapped lips and scolded loudly.

The sparrow looked at Cheng Zhuangzhuang in surprise - could it be that she was worried about the wrong object? Isn't this black Zhuangzhuang stimulated by something?

"Are you alright?" Sparrow was concerned, this is the post-disaster period, and he should be most concerned about these traumatic sequelae.

"Of course he's fine!" Cheng Yanjin got the wrong object, "All of Aragorn has trouble, just count him as the most fine! It's okay****** find trouble!"

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Untied from the belt, the turkey's long flowing hair resembles a flag fluttering in the wind on an isolated stone pier.

In addition to the hair fluttering in the night wind, there are three thousand confused thoughts,

I'm strong, but I can't protect anyone, not even myself.

So, what is the meaning of "strong"?

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"Boy," in a trance, Li Gen heard someone next to him speak, "Boy, hey, hey, hey......"

Little Carrot felt someone push him on the shoulder. He had to reluctantly turn his head and see a face that he would never forget: a white beard, gray hair, a face without wrinkles staring at a pair of bull's eyes, nose hair rising from the nostrils, even the nose hair was white.

"Wow!" Li Gen was taken aback, "There's another one!" he called out to the helper, "The Snowfur isn't dead!

A team from the nearby Green Forest Battalion heard the sound and surrounded them, and then twenty meters away, made a visual inspection, turned around and left, and heard the leader of the squad in the lead scolding from a distance: ", another scared stupid." ”

"Help, help!" Li Gen propped his hands behind his buttocks and crawled backwards, "Help!" He saw that the soldiers were actually gone, "Don't go! Help! Snow-haired monster!" Li Gen was about to cry angrily.

“…… Snow...... Hair...... Blame" The white-haired man stood up straight for nearly three meters, with pimples and flesh from the top of his head to his feet, and his small arms were thicker than Li Gen's waist.

Look at this dress again, there is a red and a green clogs on his feet, and a martial arts belt is tied around his waist, and the outer ring of the martial arts belt actually has a hook, and it is full of gold and silver and iron...... Heavy weapons - what a one-handed axe more than a meter long, alchemy hammer, it was the first time I had seen someone hang a mace from the back of his buttocks.