Almighty Manor

Behind the owner of the manor, in a manor, fierce fighting has been going on for several days.

Both sides of the war continued to send reinforcements, and the situation was stale and tragic.

Manor, Factory, Stonewalker, Combat Gear ...

Various forces filled in, turned into corpses and waste, and were thrown out.

Behind the owners of the manor, seven theaters of war were divided, each headed by a leader.

Now the manor belongs to the Second War Zone, and its commander, called Tian Tian, ​​is a brave and arrogant manor.

Because of this, the Second War Zone undertook a large number of frontal attacks and fought extremely hard every day.

At this time, the manor in which the two sides saw each other was the Tianqin Manor which belonged to Tian Tian.

I don't know how long the war came to an end. The small half of the Tianqin Manor has been severely damaged and is on the verge of collapse.

At this time, the manors of His Majesty's Mansion were also losing ground.

"Sir, I'm afraid we can't keep it, let's withdraw!"

"Yes, withdraw from my manor and rest again, then fight back again!"

Several of the subordinate manor under the sky, all of them were wearing a lottery, and one manor even had a missing arm.

But he is also brave, and even so, he still insists on fighting.

Xi Tian shook his head slowly and resolutely.

As a manor, his manor is his last resort.

Where did he retreat?

If he retreats and his estate is destroyed, he will lose his identity as the owner of the estate.

Even if his subordinate manor is loyal, even if he can make a comeback elsewhere ...

But that's just an assumption.

Moreover, if he withdrew, wouldn't it be equivalent to letting this war zone let people down?

"Battle!" Wu Tianshen said, "Fight to the last soldier! No one can pass my Tianqin Manor unless I die!"

Several slave manor owners glanced at each other, and suddenly laughed and said, "Then fight!"

"It is my greatest honor to be able to fight alongside you, my lord!"

"Today, let us die heroically!"

"In the next day, we will definitely become the heroes of the manor!"

A few subordinate manor owners were impassioned, packed up their tired bodies, and intended to fight again.

Just then, there was a voice beside.

"That, sorry ..."

Huantian turned arrogantly: "Who!"

A young man hugged his shoulders with a smile and leaned against a tree not far away. A small carriage was parked beside him. Eight huge black dogs were pulling the carriage.

The big dog's hair, like the mop's hair, fell to the ground, covering the eyes, ears, nose and nose, only to see them grin, the red tongue sticking out, and Hachihachi gasped.

The young man raised his hand: "I'm just passing ... I just want to ask by the way, do you need any help?"

"Help?" Yun Tian felt the breath of the manor from the young man, but he was not too alert, but frowned, "How many people did you bring?"

"Me and him." The young man reached out and pointed back, pointing far behind the carriage.

The lone knight was looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, leaving only a lonely back.

"Just ... the two of you?" Li Tian didn't know if it was right to be angry or to smile bitterly. "Who sent you?"

"Actually, no one sent us, but if you barely said it, it should be sloppy," the young man said with a smile.

"Well? Was this straw bag sent to send you to death? Even if it was sent to death, wouldn't you send two more?" Hearing his name, I was so annoyed.

If He could resist a little more power there, he would not have so many enemies here.

"Wait ..." Upon hearing the words of the young man, a subordinate manor beside Lu Tian suddenly stunned: "Are you ... the striker duo?"

"The striker duo?" The young man shook his head. "I have never heard of this name. My name is Zhuang not far."

"It really is you!"

The man looked at Zhuang not far away with jealousy, and looked at Yuntian next to him with a blank expression. He quickly put it on Yuntian's ear and whispered a few words.

"Really?" Yun Tian was struggling recently, thinking about how to withstand this attack. He didn't even have time to pay attention to outside news. He was extremely surprised to hear that.

"It's true." His subordinate manor said: "Recently, the enemies over there have been defeated and suffered heavy losses, so ... so we all came here ..."

"What?" Yuntian didn't know what to say.

He originally thought that because the enemy was too overwhelmed, he planned to concentrate all his forces and annihilate his side first, lest he calm down and mobilize more reinforcements.

Whoever thinks the truth is completely the opposite.

Is it because the hard bones on the other side are too difficult to pinch, so I came to pinch this soft persimmon?

No, it's impossible!

Yun Tian refused to believe.

"I don't need any help from you!" I was so angry, I would never let that straw bag help me, even if I was dead!

"Oh, then I'll leave." Zhuang not far from it, he shrugged and turned to leave.

"Wait, wait! We need help, we really need it!" The subordinate manor who had been generously dying, covered his main character's mouth with a hand.

"Woohoo ... what are you doing!" Wu Tian struggled desperately, angrily.

"Sir, I don't want to hide it. I don't want to die. I just married my 182nd wife. I didn't even reach the goal of 200. You already have 384 wives! How can you understand my difficulties!" Slave Manor Road.

"You're dead like this, you're really pitiful ..." Yun Tian shed tears of sympathy.

"Yeah, so I don't want to die ..." said the slave manor.

"Then ... please help you in the next battle." Wu Tian said not far from Zhuang.

Zhuang not far suddenly did not want to save these bastards.

Let you die!

All die!

But ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ thought of his goal, he still put up with it, and gave himself a full ten minutes of psychological construction, which convinced himself, don't leave.

However, the intention of killing in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

"Let your subordinates go!" Zhuang Buyuan jumped onto the carriage pulled by eight big dogs, and instantly turned into a shadow, directly into the sky.

The slave manor looked at the lone knight next to him and asked, "Aren't you going to help?"

"No ... I can't do anything to help." The expression of stubbornness was even more bleak.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Oh, the owner is a bit crazy."

His expression was even more lonely.

(I found that several chapters of this book were blocked, with a bitter smile.)