Chapter 682: The Purple Year Is Late
Instinctive loss crossed Zi Nian's heart, and he only shouted in his heart, little aunt, your year is late!
At that moment, Zi Nian's heart crossed a feeling of drowning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
It was as if his whole world was submerged at this moment, and there was only his own lonely remnant of the world, which was not the desired ending.
At that moment, the whole heart stiffened.
Zi Nian has never had such a bad feeling, even if he left home at a young age and experienced ups and downs, he has never felt so dead.
Today, there is a breath in my heart that the whole world is meaningless to me.
Another one to die, Aozuka looked at him, and then at the crystal, perhaps, the crystal is the best weapon, so that all the handsome men and women in this world can become the same as themselves!
For people, especially beauties, whether male or female, Aotsuka can't help but emit a hatred from the heart, a hatred that wants to destroy, not to kill each other, but to disfigure each other, as if to make people all over the world look the same as himself.
"Where's the moon?" Zi Nian's cold voice passed through the mutilated tomb.
"Scattered, there is her body in the remnants of the ground, you have to look at it carefully." Aozuka said.
It is also a pleasure and pleasure to see other people's sadness and discouragement.
Since the other party didn't want to say it, Zi Nian didn't need to ask again.
He never realized that his own would be so cold and penetrating!
"I like your face the most!" Zi Nian stared at the other party's eyes fiercely, without blinking, the other party was like falling into a bottomless abyss, like the darkness swallowed itself.
Zi Nian's voice fell, and the black wind in his hand thunderbolted out.
This green mound has no ring, no scepter, no crystal ball and white fat jade pillar, one arm has been burned into a deformity, the other finger has been broken, and he has no more spiritual power to support Zi Nian's lightning.
Click, click!
A red cross appeared on Aotsuka's face.
The fork is the lightning of the purple year that burns it, and the red is the blood that overflows.
Flowing down, flowing down, slowly and slowly, even so, there is no pleasure flowing through Zi Nian's heart, what he wants is not these, if it is a living falling moon.
Aotsuka's ugly and mutilated cheeks were even more miserable, he sucked the blood from the corner of his lips, and was about to use all his strength, only to find that Zi Nian frowned, and the cold and ruthless black lightning like killing an ant spun like a thunderbolt.
On his body, a big red cross was drawn, and from the shoulders to the heels, the whole body was bloody......
"Whew-"
Aotsuka was completely enraged, and his body suddenly began to swell.
Bang bang bang -
The skin is opened, and when the flesh is opened, another appearance is revealed, a look of even uglier appearance, with long fangs, ears, nose, and even mouth, and hands that have become hooves, with human eyes and figures.
It's an orc! Brave, invincible, infallible orcs!
"Even if you're an orc, you're so ugly!" Zi Nian humiliated him fiercely and angered him, because Zi Nian hated!
Hate yourself for being late!
Click, click......
The lightning came like a whipping, hitting the orc, just a series of marks, and it couldn't hurt the vajra armor-like fur at all.
The orc seemed to see his superiority clearly, and came stupidly and roared, wanting to slap this beautiful man in white to death.
The purple year pierced its palm with the wind, and the orcs felt nothing.
Zi Nian wrapped a rainbow around his body, and the orcs were able to break free.
Purple Nian wrapped it in wood, and he moved forward like a flowering tree full of buds in spring.
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