Shortly after Norton returned to fishing, the entire subspace began to sway from side to side, and the sheer force forced him to clasp his hands on the house to maintain his balance.

Through the black-purple sky, he saw the indescribable office.

In the editorial department, the god-like pressure made him unable to move in a cold sweat.

This indescribable power made his rogue steadiness disappear without a trace, and the pressure of a frog facing a poisonous tongue and a mouse facing a cat made it difficult for him to move.

The group sits around the office discussing Tya's fate.

A Sven man wearing black-rimmed glasses scolded: "It's better to burn such a story with a fire, what is the point of him being read."

Everyone on the side echoed the atmosphere one by one, and did not dare to come out.

A fat, short, and obscene man is teleported by Gargamel to the Mystery Man.

A tall woman kicks a fat man in the stomach.

"Oops, hey, don't hit me."

The black-framed man leaned down and squatted next to the short and fat man: "You know what to do, this is the world you created, aren't you worried about the final fate of this magical and charming world."

The obsessive man heard the implication, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly hugged the black-framed man's legs: "Boss, spare your life, boss."

The tall woman picked up the foot, and the pain in the heart made the obese man roll from side to side, and he climbed to the side of the woman's shoe and shamelessly licked the floor.

The mysterious man who threw the dagger in the tavern appeared: "I am the trigger of suspense, you should think about it."

The obsessive man hugged Gargamel and begged for her affection.

The disgusting beads of sweat on his body made Gargamel cut in exchange, and Gargamel finally said unhappily, "Now that they are going to face the Cyclops, I'll let them go after the conversation."

The obsessive man had a smile on his face, and his constant bows disappeared from everyone's sight.

The purple-black sky is full of hope and infinite possibilities.

A red-skinned orc drove his steam farm machine and looked up at the sky: "It's an audit."

He couldn't help crying, and turned his head to his wife and children: "The audit has come to save us, and the elves can also survive."

"Thanks for the blessings, Blood God."

The family is huddled together.

Under the indescribable influence of this indescribable influence, all kinds of monsters turned into blood foam and became beautiful and friendly creatures.

Two tall elks with haughty faces raised their heads, and the campfire burning below surrounded the elves playing beautiful songs.

An elf stroked the elk's leg: "What's wrong with you, mountain god?"

The old lingua franca: "We're moving, the gods still haven't blessed the elven males, we only have the females."

The female elf didn't understand what she meant, hugged the elk's legs, and took a deep breath: "May all spirits bless us."

The chief astrologer of the court also noticed this, and could only pretend to be unfathomable for the sake of his personal image, and he used magic to grow a beard for himself to look routine and not so grotesque.

"King, we must not disturb the gods any longer, the High Heaven has warned the Frankfurt dynasty."

The king sank into a luxurious leather chair that had just been changed, hiding the alien skull.

For a moment, the quartet regrouped and looked at Gargamel with some embarrassment.

The second personality began to admonish with his hands behind his back: "You are shameless, you have done nothing, you smash, loot and burn, and violate the law and discipline!"

Now the world will be turned back to normal by obese men, go, it's time to go far, I will appear in the future.

Although they didn't understand what it meant, they couldn't afford to offend, but they ran up, and the four of them walked out of the cave in a gray way.

…

The bucket looked at Norton, who was in tears, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Norton stopped crying: "I think of a man named Jack, and a big black wolf."

Victoria threw the dagger in boredom, tossed, tossed at Leonardo da Vinci, and took advantage of her astonishment to take the dagger back with a thin thread.

"Zero-and-a-half seconds, mage chick."

Leonardo da Vinci puffed out her cheeks like a little princess and looked down at her soft shoes.

Norton waved his hand, and pointed his index finger due east: "Let's go, let's go to the ice, and when we get to the place where you can drive an icebreaker, you can go to the Nezumi Empire!" ”

At this time, the evil gods of the subspace gathered together in a hurry.

The giant green creature said, "Don't worry, steady, we appeared too early, just change the image."

The obsessive man pushed open his basement and took out the cotton doll that had been sewn up earlier and pasted Gargamel's hair on it.

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