"… power!"
……
"It is as mysterious as art and contains surging power."
"Is this the true power of Blue Star and the true patron saint of Blue Star?"
The owner of the tower swallowed hard.
Then he looked at his messenger and paused for a moment, saying, "Cancel the plan, no matter what happens, no matter whether there is any disaster after Blue Star."
This front
No matter how strong the light red war puppet is, it is still a puppet, a’ thing’ and a thing needs its owner.
Will aggravate the covetousness in my heart
The black armor regiment is also very strong, but it is the regiment rather than the individual force after all, which has many restrictions
Only the woman with white hair and red dress
She is not a myth, but she has been able to reverse the myth.
That figure is deeply imprinted in my mind that he is thousands of miles away from the oasis, and the cold chill suddenly rises in my heart.
All desires are poured out.
Blue star must not be enemies.
Chapter three hundred and seventeen The last kill
"Good, awesome!"
"If you don’t respect it, you’d better practice, or we won’t chase it."
"What gave you the respect to practice so that we could chase the illusion of Miss You and respect the spicy chicken?"
The wall of Yi Yue Lou Xi has been holding a posture like a wooden chicken for a long time.
It’s one sound after another in my mind.
Look exactly the same
As if she were schizophrenic.
Yi Yue Lu Xi himself is very used to it, but he is not used to suddenly changing from’ Meng Xin’ to’ Big Brother’ to find peace and quiet.
Blue Star Yi Yue Lou Xi Kou "Is it possible that Miss Faint … hung up?"
……
The battlefield fell into a mysterious calm.
The two myths of the Baal camp are worried about the sneak attack, so they are far away from the enemy.
Pale red and transpiration from white fog is also a retreat to rest.
The buzzing rotation of the’ brain’ is about recalling the battle process just now.
Its consciousness is a little ignorant, but its engraved fighting ability and fighting talent are helping it digest and absorb quickly.
Among the three battlefields, the Blade Corps has the greatest pressure.