Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

The Frost Priest only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, I came to a world that looked extremely beautiful.

The moon was shining, and the trees that shone on it jumped up and down like elves.

The whole picture looks very realistic.

But his small details seem a little fantastic.

Suddenly, the Glacier Priest became very nervous.

A pair of big smart eyes seem to be looking for a place to hide, spinning left and right.

She grabbed her robe and gently tiptoed across the grass.

And for some reason the moon suddenly became brighter.

The light immediately shone on the face of the Frost Priest, making her look extremely haggard.

Only a few rude voices could be heard around.

"That little sissy! It looks really white and tender, and it must feel good to the touch!

"Listen to you ignorant words, can elven women touch them casually!" People are born with magical defenses in their bodies, if real meat touches meat, be careful of your third leg!

"I have long known that I have two pairs of sheep intestines, and this light can not touch the panic!"

Under the moonlight, a few rough men in shirts and leather vests led their horses out of the woods.

At this time, a trace of panic flashed on the noble and elegant Frost Priest's face.

I don't know when, she came out with a few more bouquets of flowers.

Now the Frost Priest can't take care of it.

I can only throw these flowers to the ground and run on tiptoe.

Seeing your rude voice and the strong man leading the horse getting farther and farther away.

Right at this moment.

For some reason, the cold priest hit a wall.

Fell to the ground with a thud.

A pair of round and full beautiful asses also sat heavily on the ground, and you can tell from the expression that this made the high priest's painful face change color.

But when I looked up, I found that it was not a wall that I had hit at all.

This Frost High Priest, who was originally not angry, seemed to have seen something terrifying at this time.

Desperately kicking his legs back.

But the wall in front of the High Priest was slowly approaching.

Take a closer look at where the walls are.

It is clear that he is a man with an extremely strong figure, who looks as tall and wide as a stone tablet, and his body is hard.

And at this time, the moonlight is empty.

a strange evil smile appeared on the man's face.

The incomparably dirty smile looks lustful and disgusting.

The closer the man got closer, the more panicked the High Priest became.

And not only that, behind the man, there are more and more rude big men at the door, and they are taking notes towards the high priest step by step.

Seeing that the stone tablet at the head stretched out his huge palm, it was about to touch the white and slender ankle of the high priest.

Suddenly, a bloody light seemed to be a red glow in the sky.

Everywhere he passes, the big men who are doing obscene things turn into garbage that is cut into several pieces in minutes.

But even if the scene in front of him was so bloody, the high priest still didn't look at it.

Her gaze was all on the man in front of her with his back to her.

It wasn't until the man turned his head that the High Priest felt a pang of tension in his heart, like a deer bumping.

He quickly reached out and hugged his chest, and no longer retreated.

The man tugged at his blood-red cloak, and when he turned around, he let the curly long blonde hair be left behind, and his turquoise eyes were breathtaking.

Not handsome, but definitely very manly.

In an instant, the high priest lost all his subjectivity and divine power, and his eyes were a little confused.

She moved forward slowly, wanting to touch the face of the man in front of her.

And yet, right then.

The man's face changed subtly.

The rough silhouette that belonged to the Western European man gradually disappeared.

It became a very delicate-looking eastern face.

The serious and indifferent look on the man's face also changed.

It directly turned into a bohemian and contemptuous smile.

The two faces switched back and forth on the same person, making the high priest feel that his spirit was about to collapse.

She clutched her long black hair and let out an angry cry.

With that roar stirring in the moonlight.

His black hair suddenly became like silver.

The light of magic constantly rippled around the body of the high priest.

Her eyes were bruised with anger.

"Die! Give me death, Beethoven! "

In an instant, it was as if a blood-pumping piano music was ringing in my ears.

In an instant, the stirring weeds under your feet were frozen.

The terrifying frost force formed a tornado that reached the man's face in mid-air.

But the moment he came into contact with the man, it turned into nothingness in an instant.