Apocalyptic Forecast

Huai Shi: "..."

Origin: "..."

Original photo: "..."

In the awkward silence, the original photos looked around, just like the first time I woke up in a dream, I didn't know what happened.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Huai Shi blankly: "Why am I tied up? Why does my face hurt so much? Did someone hit me? And, why is everyone watching me?"

"This ... is a long story."

Huaixi looked away embarrassingly, and then quietly kicked the broken hand behind him a little further: "You have just been eroded by the rotten dream, then, everyone tried their best to save you. "

"... I have an impression."

Yuan Zhao's face was pale: "It seemed to be a nightmare. I dreamed of a dark woman climbing up from the sea. As a ghost, she climbed into the stars."

At that moment, the cold in Huai Shi's heart rose.

He heard the whisper of fear in the original photo:

"She seems to be by my side ..."

A shattered, sharp voice sounded, one after another, accompanied by a sudden burst of screaming.

Countless light bulbs fell apart in an instant, and darkness fell in an instant, but at that instant, a greasy shadow was suddenly drawn on the distorted wall behind the original one.

Just staring, it hurts Huai Shi's eyes.

Just the appearance of a residual image has led countless travelers to send out a mad whine of extreme fear.

The twisted silhouette wriggled on the wall, fleeting, and outlined a twisted figure with almost holes, almost breaking out of the wall.

The squirming limbs were only a short distance from the pale face.

Just a little bit, he can enter the body of the original photo ...

But now, with the awakening of the original photo, the pendant hanging on his chest, a half of the tiger charm, suddenly released a majestic roar, and a cold shadow suddenly jumped out of it, with the smell of blood and smoke.

As if the dragon was running in the sky, it was majestic and majestic.

The one-armed old man with white hair rode an old horse, without armor, and his right arm, exposed outside the residual sleeves, glowed with black iron, holding the euphorbia in his hand.

When the eyes are provoked, there will be light like electricity.

As the tiger symbol roared, the euphorbia in his hand fell, swept, and crossed a line.

This line became Tian Yuan.

Sen Leng's breath emerged from the halberd front, and he bluntly bumped into that strange palm with a strange impact, not only repelled the amputated body, but also left a tragic wound on it.

On the arm of the original photo, a ray of darkness rose suddenly, screaming and disappearing.

With a single blow, forcibly cut off the connection between the original photo and the rotten dream!

On the walls, the distorted shadows quickly dissipated and moved to other places.

Before the remnant of his own image dissipated, the old man on the warhorse looked back, and said to the original photo: "There is still a lack of experience, what panic. Listen to your cousin, your six uncle has come to the road to find you-small Fate, take this. "

He shook his hand, even throwing the heavy euphorbia in his hand across thousands of miles, and fell into the hand of Yuan Yuan.

Jixian's ornaments spread from the euphorbia instantly, covering her hands and holding the divine power of this relic of the sacred mark on her.

At the last moment, he glanced back at Huai Shi and grinned: "I'm pretty good, go back home to play and bring your horse ..."

The old horse carried him and quickly dissipated.

Huaishi hadn't gasped until now, lowering his voice and asking the original photo: "Just that one?"

"My second grandpa."

The original photo wiped the cold sweat on his face: "Hey? Why does my face hurt so much?"

"Maybe it was during your nightmare?"

Huaishi looked at the faint red seal on his face, thought about it, and said seriously: "At that time, you seemed to be crazy. You threw your hand on the ground and crushed it. You also cried while slapping yourself." : I do n’t have any cousin or cousin at home, but I have it. Now I do n’t have a fairy-like brother Huai Shi. It ’s not a good thing to want to come ... "

"Huai Shi, are you shaking me?" Yuan Zhao's eyes doubted.

"I kindly lied to you, you didn't believe it?"

Huai Shi stared at him in amazement, "Otherwise, it may be that your cousin was beaten up after you went crazy. After I put your hands on you, you are still crying and calling your wife, in front of you. The cousin's face shouted to cousin to save me! "

He asked, "Which one do you want to believe?"

"..."

Following the "Fork Manure", the original photo of the social death was sluggish again.

Give up thinking.

Seeing the younger brother sunk, Huai Shi nodded in satisfaction, pulled the sad line down and put it away, nodded toward the original fate.

"Is it going away so soon?"

The origin is at a loss, I don't know where he is going.

"After all, there is still work to be busy ... you always have to work overtime, right?"

Huai Shi glanced left and right, leaned closer, and lowered his voice: "Isn't that part shot just now? Just the one ... Your wife's awesome part ..."

Yuan Yuan glanced subconsciously at his pocket, then shook his head suddenly.

I do n’t know if I did n’t take it.

Huaixi always felt that once it leaked out, his idol career would surely usher in death, but he didn't pay much attention to it, even if he died.

But what he posted online was so shameful that he had to ask one more question.

After being assured by Yuanyuan, he was relieved, waved goodbye, and turned away.

Anyway, there will be a team of cast-iron legions staying here to maintain order. They have a weapon that Hua Shi feels terrified when they look at it.

Now he was more and more worried about Ai Qing.

Shouldn't the woman come out and give orders at this time? Where is it now? Don't you think something really happened ...

I didn't even send a text message, nor did I call back.

Just so anxious to treat yourself as a cow and horse in your next life, so that you don't even want to look at yourself more in this life?

Suppressing the faint restlessness and unhappiness, he ran down the corridor.

Hear the roar from above again.

The entire asterisk suddenly violently oscillated.

Without waiting for the response of Huai Shi, the top dome suddenly shattered, and a sublime who was hit hard fell down and fell on the heel of Huai Shi.

Huai Shi almost stepped on his horse's face.

"Mother, why are you?" He looked down and stared at Tony in amazement.

After Ma Ma's face, biu's thorns slipped out a lot of blood.

Tony choked violently and sighed helplessly: "It's a long story ..."

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Two minutes ago, violent shocks spread on the upper floors of the asterisk.

The dragon roared, and the crimson flame swept across, instantly dissolving all the crumbling cars into a viscous juice. And even more threatening is the thermodynamic law dancing in Andrea's hands.

Once the scholar's knowledge is transformed by the tool of sacred mark, the destructive power displayed will exceed the imagination of ordinary people.

Even the sublimator is difficult to reach.

But at the moment, as the shadows of countless bats rose, the flame went out instantly.

Morando's power has skyrocketed again!

The phantom vortex of the rotten dream suddenly appeared, and a shadow slowly came out, entangled in the body of Morando like a thick and creepy limb, and poured into the disaster miracle from the rotten dream.

Immediately after that, the second, the third ... Morando's power soared again.

But his expression was full of anger, no joy at all!

This phenomenon can only prove one thing-the substitute pint he prepared in advance is hooked!

Now the power of the Rotting Queen has chosen herself.

Maybe there is no problem to see in a short time, but in fact this is not a gift from the rotten dream, it is better to say ... This is the last generosity before Hao Zhan Que nest.

Soon, as his nightmare grows, his soul will quickly dissolve into the most basic source in the deepest part of the rotten dream.

After mixing the power of the Queen of Decaying Dreams, it was recast.

By then he still has Morando's body and Morando's soul, but he may not be the one he is now.

It is the temporary host of the Queen of Decay, the incarnation of the ruler in the world.

It is impossible to understand the deepest part of the abyss, those high rulers, using human reason and common sense. In the same way, the chaotic existence of the ruler will not understand humans as small as dust.

They themselves are a symbol, a phenomenon, a essence condensed by the abyss.

And when this essence begins to decline and fall, trying to enter the narrow world that belongs to humanity, it will inevitably reduce its dimensions and produce changes.

Appears as a person.

By then, Morando's body will become the temporary body of the Queen of Decay.

And his soul will become the narrow container that emerged when the rotten dream queen came in this earthly world.

Morando's will will become a tool used by the corrupt dream queen to express her will, a Chinese house in the field of philosophy, and a black box translator.

Responsible for conveying the words and wishes of the superior to the earth.

A consumable.

But isn't this the role of the main feast of the Liangxiaohui?

Dedicating everything to the gods is a matter of course, and it is a supreme glory for any priest.

It's just that Orlando has other views on this ...

To this end, he chose to cooperate with Golden Dawn, plotting to betray, and abandoning his dying god.

But as a result, this curse called the gift was once again wrapped around him, causing his limbs to rapidly alienate.

As he began to panic, an elegant silhouette emerged from the numerous collapsed carriages.

The cane fell.

Mathers lifted his bowler hat and looked down at his embarrassed look.

"Do you need my help?" He raised his palm. "It only takes a little ... a trivial price ..."

Morando's expression twisted for a moment.

Staring at the hand he stretched out.

The hand of salvation.

He gritted his teeth and held it up.

At that moment, Mathers slightly raised his mouth and smiled, "Deal!"

A violent hissing sound burst out.

At this moment, Morando roared loudly, a terrible air wave lifted from his body, spread, and countless sharp tentacles were born from his mutated blood, frantically scratching everything around him, bringing everything daring to approach Ripped into pieces.

He fell apart in an instant ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and reorganized in an instant.

Reborn.

Above his forehead, a rune with closed eyes slowly emerged.

And a huge nightmare spewed out of his cracked back, turning into a sticky and dark fountain, and the dark torrent cramped wildly on the ground.

Decaying dream.

After losing the last trust, the spirit from the ruler can no longer be presented in a way that ordinary people can understand. Instead, it began to expand rapidly, forming a raging dark mist, spreading and raging on the stars.

He came here.

But no one believer bowed to him, and no one dream could hold him.

The rotten dreams of displacement wandered painfully above the stars.

Go crazy.