"Alas!"

Montaigne withdrew his hand.

The king of men is indeed dead.

Shennong Jue swam back and forth in his body dozens of times, and all Montaigne found was complete death.

"What a pity! Even if you have a trace of soul, you can attach it to the chair! I'd like to talk to you about it. ”

With his hands under the armpits, Montaigne lifted him up.

The Divine Gate monk let out an exclamation of "uh" at the same time, completely overturning Montaigne's perception that he was only a mortal.

After tidying up his posture, Montaigne carried the king of men on his back and stepped down from the throne as if he was carrying the corpse of a fellow countryman back to the village for burial.

The monks were frightened and moved out of the way, fearing that the king would suddenly wake up and crush them with one finger......

"The Peerless Little Immortal Nong, Planting Seven Gourd Babies at the Beginning" Chapter 42 The bare-ass little boy is hitting with his hands, please wait a moment,

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