Chapter 92: Ten Miles of Red Makeup and You Have a Foundation

People are good at the beginning, moving bricks needs to be diligent and fast, you don't move, I don't love, experience upgrade and run fast!

Scanning the surrounding bricks, he saw that there were various colors, and a colored sack appeared in front of the bricks.

Qianjun, who was a little skeptical that this sack could hold so many bricks, was a little surprised, but it was only for a moment.

She didn't continue to think about this question, this is all a question that Yichen's stinky shameless person should think about, not herself.

Lifting the pink brick in front of him and throwing it into the sack, he was a little puzzled that the whole process was so easy, it was not when Yichen's conscience found out.

When I turned my head, I saw a small pink word appear on the bricks where the bricks were placed in the pink area.

What is the next sentence of not envying mandarin ducks and not envying immortals?

"Don't envy the mandarin duck and don't envy the immortal, swear to be a fairy in the painting in the next life! This immortal's surname is Qian, full name: Qianjun, which can be called the peerless Qianjun. ”

The pink elf, hiding behind the pink bricks, covered her face tightly, stinky and shameless.

But after receiving the order of the Creation God, she had to reluctantly give away the experience and spirit coins in her hand.

Alas, who let this stinky and shameless man be a relational and be favored by the creator god, otherwise......

Hmph, she can teach her what it means to be humble.

After receiving a wave of experience points and Lingxuan coins, Qianjun was in a good mood and continued to start her journey of moving bricks.

The journey of moving bricks is endless......

Hang Erlang picked up the brick in his hand, and Qianjun, who was a foodie for a while, threw down a brick and shouted.

"Sweet and sour fish! Yes! Critical Blow! Ya Butterfly! ”

"Ah, Sweetheart Jelly! My love! ”

"Ah, the medicine is in trouble, the whole fish feast is a set, if you don't eat, I'll eat, if you don't eat, I'll eat!"

"Hey, lamb kebabs! No! Put down the kebabs! The master's heart is refusal. ”

Qianjun, who was babbling the name of the dish, resolutely rose to the level of perversion in her heart at the pink elf hiding under the bricks.

What the hell is this guy doing? Isn't it stupid?

Hey, the creator god won't let me talk to a fool, but let me play with a fool, wronged......

Picking up the purple bricks around him with nothing to do, another problem floated into the air.

Do you think that the creator god is the dream of hundreds of millions of young girls?

"Yichen? Of course... No, even if it were, it would only be a nightmare, a dream smashed by hundreds of millions of girls? Are you talking about me? “

"Alas, the master knows that he is handsome, but you can fall in love with me, that is, I will not be responsible!"

Zizi, who had just woken up, rubbed her fluffy sleepy eyes, but her eyes widened when she heard the words.

The dream of billions of girls? Herself?

Not responsible? Scumbag! Scumbag real hammer!

At this time, Qianjun didn't know that he had become a scumbag in the eyes of others, and he was still a real hammer.

When he was lifting a green brick, the question that suddenly appeared instantly startled Qianjun.

Will you green the creator god and elope with the other scum?

"Ahem, the master has nothing to do with that guy Yichen, and our relationship is very pure."

But I didn't want the green font that should have dissipated, and replaced it with another sentence......

I believe you're evil! It's not straightforward to talk about it with the creator god! You liar!

What else could she say? God, she and Yichen are innocent! You have to believe in the master.

"Hmph, what else do you say has nothing to do with the creator god, I think she just wants to give... Our wise and martial creator god is a cuckold. ”

One of the three elves gathered together, one of the green elves, pouted dissatisfiedly.

A little puzzled how this line of small characters could be conscious, Qianjun touched her nose depressedly, and continued to lift a red brick.

Wait for your long hair to reach your waist, and ten miles of red makeup is good for the creation god?