Beside the bamboo pole man, the man with a rickety figure seems to be born old, and with this figure, he is like an old man in his last years.

"I've roughly read the resume of the little adult, and we don't have to have less experience in the death camp. And as I said before, the little adult is either the mind or the method of fighting, or the natal spell.

are all very suitable for our death camp. Maybe it's the first adult to be so compatible since the establishment of the death camp. ”

"Zheng Yi, it's rare to hear you praise people like this." Ji Wudao was surprised in his words.

Zheng Yi laughed dryly, "Most of the things that can be praised have nothing to do with our death camp, and a handful of them don't need me to praise, and there are few left." ”

"Why does that sound like you're scolding me?"

"The subordinates don't dare, our death camp is thriving under the leadership of adults." Zheng Yi's waist bent again.

"The scolding is more direct." Ji Wudao was still expressionless and looked at the figure in the middle of the field of the field.

The guy had been fighting people late into the night, and he didn't stop for a moment.

In the deeper night in the deep forest, the eyes that gradually began to emit a pale white light became more and more dazzling like a certain light in the hearts of the audience.

The young prince has already dealt with hundreds of people, and he is constantly conquering the soldiers of the Youji Hall in front of him who are constantly improving their skills, exploring and dismantling Bai Qiu'an's battle methods, and finding out their weaknesses.

This is a test of the young prince's willpower. Even though there is a natal curse to rely on. But the human body will always have a spiritual tipping point. Because of the combination of natal spell and super high divinity, a kind of almost bottomless physical strength is only "almost" after all.

Bethune also wanted to take this opportunity to see where that ceiling was.

And in front of him, this battle of conquest of everyone in the Youji Hall is like a boiling eagle, Bai Qiu'an does not want to be able to temper everyone.

But more is better.

......

The black Bugatti Veyron is parked next to a baroque church, and a man with a delicate back walks out of the car in an extremely bright suit.

The face that can be called beautiful immediately attracted the attention of countless women.

Luxury cars and beauty bring a geometric charm bonus, not to mention that even if this man can't see his figure, others can feel the power revealed from his eyes.

Walking into the church, a woman with short red hair was dangling her legs and humming an unknown tune in her mouth.

The beautiful man stood at the far distance of the woman and said respectfully, "Li Musi has seen the King of the Afternoon Horse." ”

It's not that Li Mousi doesn't want to get closer, but he takes the woman as the center, all the way to where Li Mousi is standing at the moment. It was surrounded by corpses and blood.

The foot in the high heels would always step on the eye socket of a skull when it swayed in mid-air, and every time it would make a sound like stepping on muddy water.

The only two female hall masters of the twelve halls are the kind of existences that mainly attack and kill, and have extremely strong combat power.

In a certain top-secret document of the Li family, the combat power of these two female hall masters is among the top five.

"You have a good brain, for the sake of you being the only son of the Li family, I won't bother with you."

At present, this scene is just some killers attracted by the exposure of Li Musi's whereabouts. As for the reason why his whereabouts were exposed, Li Musi came to see the King of Afternoon Horses, and I am afraid that no one can stop him.

Of course, there is also some kind of temptation of Li Musi for this afternoon horse king.

"Thank you, Lord of the Temple."

Li Musi bent his waist deeply, and got a bargain, and this gift was naturally in place. Otherwise, you'll really find yourself dead.

"After escaping death on Mount Everest, your kid's temperament doesn't seem to be the same as what is written in the report."

The woman's eyes were closed, as if she was sniffing the blood-soaked air, and there was still a hint of comfort on her face.

"If you don't die, you will change." Li Musi is neither humble nor arrogant.

Regarding the battle on Mount Everest, after seeing Bethuan slide down the ice cliff, the group encountered an army of divine servants outflanking the camp.

Later, Zhang Shoushou, Zhao Ziran and Li Musi, who knew that there was no hope of confrontation, worked together to create a small avalanche on the slope.

It's purely a gamble of luck, in case he collapses into the pile of gods, or he is unfortunate enough to be found by the gods.

It's all a dead word.

However, compared to facing the boundless army of gods, creating a small avalanche is their only way to survive.

Fortunately, Han Liang has been online, and he is still staring at the location of several people when he is in turmoil and avalanche.

After that, it was a difficult escape, and it was not until the dust on Mount Everest settled that he climbed out. Coincidentally, it delayed Bai Qiu'an's efforts.

The speculation of "killing Li Musi" was not all arranged by the kings, and Bethune was indeed suspicious of this at the beginning.

Later, Li Mousi reappeared, and naturally dispelled this doubt. Later, his father sent him to the European Union......

After waiting for a while, the woman said, "Give you a year, and twist all the forces here into a rope for me." ”

"Okay." Li Musi didn't hesitate, and agreed to come down first.

"Or you'll die." The woman followed.

Limouss was still hunched over and looked up at the woman.

"Hey, the children of the powerful are trouble. When you are a broken temple master, you can't kill it. ”

The woman grumbled.

Li Mousi gritted his teeth and still didn't speak.

"What, the brain was beaten stupid on Mount Everest? Or is it that after messing around with a stupid guy like Bethune for a long time, he won't be smart? ”

The woman suddenly stood in front of Li Mousi and punched Li Mousse against the wall.

Laughing miserably, Li Musi didn't dare to pull himself out, "It's not stupid to ask for peace, it's just that it's not far enough now." ”

"You tell me this?" The woman's eyes narrowed, causing Li Musi's heart to go into cardiac arrest for a moment.

"The king is still the king, the prince is still the prince, and the twelve are still the twelve. But I ......"

Li Musi's voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly couldn't make a sound.

"What a madman."

The woman's eyebrows were full of disgust for Li Mousse.

Immediately, Li Mousse began to gasp for air.

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As if he had received a holy decree, Li Musi pulled himself out of the wall little by little.

"There are a lot of them, Lord of the Hall." Li Musi endured the surging of blood and saluted again.

Then he turned his back and walked out of the church tremblingly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was enough to make Yan Kong fall for it.

And the King of the Afternoon Horse, who was also facing with his back, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

In the baroque church full of blood, the future head of the Li family and the current King of Wuma have their own wishful thinking in their hearts, and at the same time, they are also reminiscing about the words and deeds of the other party just now.

Try to find the answer you want.

It was a meeting that both of them were looking forward to, and judging from the results, it seems that both of them were extremely satisfied with this meeting.