Chapter 1145: Just rely on your waste?
Chapter 1145 is based on your waste?
Xuanqi, in the air, formed a wave of air.
After a wave of waves, it’s rolling.
The huge axe with a strong murderousness, even in this moment, directly to the realm of the mysterious three products!
That's right!
Shangguan Butler was promoted in this desperate situation!
This is the idea of anger, desperation, and desperation, impacting the consciousness of the guardian in the body and forcing promotion.
His eyes are scarlet, and the black light of the giant axe is like tearing the air.
The night was clear and the eyes were swept away, and the figure was quickly displayed. Like the ghost, it was posted on the Shangguan Butler.
The fan of the fan in the hand, slammed together.
Hey, hit a few times on his back.
The Shangguan butler, who was soaring in anger, had a heartbreaking pain in his body.
Like the internal organs, it is about to tear.
He stabilized his body in his house.
The whole man fell into a straight fall from midair and fell heavily on the ground.
A huge black axe, squatting on the ground, made a heavy crash.
"Oh... swearing!" Shangguan Butler half-supported, gnashing his teeth and licking two words.
The hazy eyes are as fierce as wild animals.
After spitting out two words, he spurted another blood.
"On your waste, do you want to kill me?" The night cleared his feet and stepped on the chest of Shangguan Butler without hesitation. "With the waste you brought, I want to kill my magic class." ?"
Use force, slam on it.
"what--"
The snoring of the heartbreaking lungs erupted from the mouth of the Shangguan butler.
The chest was actually directly smashed by a hole in the night.
The constant stream of blood continues to be used from the hustle and bustle.
Chest pain in the chest.
It’s painful to be involved in the whole body.
However, the Shangguan butler is still conscious.
I can clearly feel that the chest is constantly pouring blood.
His blood is losing.
He can even clearly feel that death is away from him... so close, so close...
"You can rest assured that I have not seen your life before the death of these Shangguan people." It seems to be relief, clearly speaking in the ears of Shangguan Butler.
He frowned in pain.
It was just a simple act of frowning, but it was a wound involving the chest, and it was very painful.
"I am a refining pharmacist. I know how much blood is in the human body. I also know that the speed of your bloodshed is enough to support you. After reading the official, everyone will die in front of you."
The night fell and continued to smile with a low smile.
Shangguan Guanjia’s eyes wide open, full of horror, and stunned at night: “Devil! You devil!”
Blood shadow knife light, pouring the entire land.
At night, the Qing Dynasty always keeps a sweet and pure smile, and looks at a tall, stacked body.
Blood stained her enchanting charm.
She is more and more amazing.
The Shangguan Butler was lying on the ground, motionless.
Blood is still draining.
He can feel the dizziness and pain of his blood loss.
It can be partial, and I don’t know what to do to him at night. His consciousness is more and more clear.
From the beginning of the horror, to the people of the Shangguan family, the panic at the foot of the tragic demon class, to the last numbness.
No feeling.
There is no feeling of thoroughness.
Looking at the sheets, the young, tender face, with a clear drunk.
But they can fight with blood.
The red class service is blended with the blood and is extremely glaring.
On their faces, there is no fear of murder, no murder.
One by one excited, slaughtering their prey.
(End of this chapter)
