After Transformation, Mine and Her Wild Fantasy

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The probability is that the seedlings encourage themselves rather than groping themselves..."

"My Majesty knows, and even if you really want to help me, I will refuse if I want to come. The causal relationship of the white body is too heavy. Once there is a strong person involved, it will reverse the cause and effect and make things worse."

"Yeah." Killing the Holy King nodded slightly, then said

"What are you going to do next?"

"I want to hear what you say."

"It's a clever little girl." Killing laughed and said directly

"It's better to hang a name in our Avalon, then, you are also the first **** of the seventh year, it sounds very powerful."

"Yeah, I think other people will hear that Avalon can actually cultivate the gods in seven years. It is estimated that there will be a lot of people coming."

"More than equal to fine, no matter how many people come in each year, the nature that will eventually come in will come in." Killing students does not think that people have much use, and pulling up the gangs will enrich the competitiveness. Avalon can make The students are growing up quickly. The first point is that there is a huge enchantment underneath, which allows students to practice more than ten times faster than the outside world. The second point is naturally competitive. Wallonia is comparable to the outside world for ten years or more. It is precisely because they can't get away every day. It is not the same time concept for one person to play a day and a busy day, let alone one or even seven years.

"Then I will figure out to go and walk, this diploma can still get it."

"What are the realms, and a diploma." The killer shook his head with a smile, but Wen Wenya said

"After all, I have been here for five years, and my feelings are still there, and I am also very grateful to the support of my friends and the cultivation of Avalon, so here is my home..."

This sentence makes the killing of the holy king more happy, although the happy shape is not very good for a deep holy king, but this time he has any reason not to laugh?

"Good! This is your home."

"Well, if there is anything I need to help, I will come back at any time!" Wen Wenya said, killing and nodding, the smile is still

"Very good, I heard that you have rejected the invitation of Lord Oz before?"

"Well... although very tempting, the feeling of being controlled is not very good. As an undead god, it is most important to live without care."

"Yes." The killing of the holy king agreed to nod, and at the same time, the sky was once again crossed a meteor, and finally stopped in front of the two, this time discovered that it is not the killing of the holy king Old friend, **** of heaven.

"I drop a relative! You, this, this... This is a god?!!" God God looked up and down Wen Wenya a few eyes, Wen Wenya remembered that the last time God was called to meet, all It was also a jiāo flow, but at the time it seemed to talk about secret things, and then refused, so that memory was erased by the **** of heaven, but the **** of gods erased the memory is still very humanized, he only wiped the keyword It’s gone, and the other conversations are still clear, so it doesn’t make a blank feeling in your head.

"The **** of heaven."

"Call your sire, call your brother."

"Amount..." Wen Wenya will have a glimpse, but let the **** of heaven laughed.

"The little girl can, I just released a rhetoric a few months ago, and now I am beaten, I feel painful on the cheeks."

"Your Majesty, can I do something rude?" Wen Wenya couldn't help but be serious, but the **** of heaven did not answer it.

"No harm, it is the frog of my bottom, I don't know the limits of people."

"Well, we don't want a lot of ages. We are still here to talk to the little girl, Wen Wenya, you will do what you want to do." Killing the Holy King said, Wen Wenya listened, such as Meng Dawei, Although she is a god, but with these two big 佬 佬 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是 还是

So after Wen Wenya’s resignation, he immediately fell on the side of the road in the school district.

Ye Hao and Tyre were also released by Wen Wenya.

"Call..." Wen Wenya once again breathed a sigh of relief, and Tyre on the side inevitably said

"I don't think that God of Heaven and King of Killing will appear for you."

"After all, Wen Wenya was promoted so young, this is almost impossible." Ye Hao nodded slightly, but Tyre extended a small fist and gave a light fist on Ye Hao’s shoulder.

"Isn't this going to happen again?"

"Let you say goodbye." Ye Xiaowei smiled, but Wen Wenya silently looked at Tyre and looked at Ye Hao, and finally put his gaze back on Tyre, the atmosphere of the gods suddenly shrouded. On his body.

"Little Tyre... Did you do something?"

"what!"

"From the real recruit, since you were at the side of Xiao Xiao, she did not see me through me!"

"Amount..." Tyre said nothing at this moment, thinking about the eyes of others, they are not magnets.

"Prove that your sister’s beauty has dropped, and it’s definitely the most recent night skin.

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