"Oh?" Yan Qingjue's eyebrows were lightly raised, and he was slightly moved.

Then, his eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly, "What is the comparison between the Saint King of the Heavenly Domain and the Buddha-figure? ”

Desolate and speechless, in the eyes of others, the holy king of the people is a god of mercy and mercy, and you are a demon who burns the heavens and destroys the earth, how can it be comparable?!

It's just that on the face, the torrent said doglegs: "Yes, Heavenly Domain Saint King, not even a single hair of yours can compare!" ”

After a long time, Yan Qingjue suddenly said.

"Bring it."

"Karma?" What to take?

"Script."

If it weren't for the fact that the expression of his lord was really too serious, would he have burst out laughing, okay?

"Yes!"

Araliu hurriedly took out the script from his space ring and handed it over, thinking in his heart, fortunately, he bought a copy when he was bored, otherwise now, he really doesn't know how to continue this topic?

Yan Qingjue just glanced at it in the air, his expression stiffened slightly, and then he frowned and threw the script to the absurd stream, smashing him to the head.

"Eat it."

Yan Qingjue's tone was a rare thin anger, and he felt that he had been teased.

For such a small mud ball, he was played by his subordinates.

"Karma? Your Excellency, this is a script...... Can't eat ......"

"Eat."

The desolate stream was stunned, and hurriedly lowered his head to look, and suddenly vomited blood.

But seeing the picture depicted in the script and a restrictive level, men and women are entangled, it is called a hot one.

At the same time, there are also big words written on the cover: "The domineering saint king fell in love with me", and it was a stream of cold sweat and "bang".

Wipe!

I almost forgot that this book is a yin and yang double * repair small yellow book......

For the innocent little * male lord, it's really too exciting, sweat ......

Feeling the complex and subtle gaze of his own family, a certain person's breath became even colder.

"Eat."

"Your Excellency......"

"If you don't eat, you can report to the Vulgar."

“…… Well, can your subordinates eat and add some salt? ”

“……”

……

After entering the woods, Nightterror did not notice anything unusual.

There were neither decomposing corpses nor jagged bones.

The grass is green, the breeze is clear, the trees are lush, and the fragrance is rippling.

and the mountain of corpses and the sea of rot not far away, it is simply a world of difference.

Night Terror Hong sneered, this is really a cunning rabbit who doesn't eat the grass next to the nest.

She carefully observes the situation around her, turning it all into data that composes a picture in her mind, like a three-dimensional figure.

The position of each plant is fixed, and the direction and speed of the wind are measured, as well as the distance between the trees and the corpse mountain, and so on.

A combination of various factors, Night Terror quickly calculated the location of the old phantom umbrella.

With a slight turn of his eyes, Night Terror smiled and said, "You're going to be a president." ”

"Rustling ......"

The wind sounded, as if some animal was quietly wriggling.

Animal? Wait, the Phantom Umbrella can't move, isn't it, the old Phantom Umbrella?

Night Terror Hong was puzzled, his feet were forced, he swept high, and landed in front of a mass of shrubs very lightly, and reached out to grab the shrubs and pick them up whole.

"Bah ......"

A black mass fell out of it.

Then, with a "swish", it jumped into the bushes on the side, and it was extremely fast.

Night Terror moved his backhand, a flame appeared in his palm, and he said coldly, "If you run away again, Miss Ben will burn this place and make you homeless." ”

(End of chapter)