Apocalyptic Forecast

"Yeah, isn't this a topic between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?"

Koscie finally lifted his eyes and stared at the teenager in front of him with muddy eyes: "Don't I just be in awe of the title you once had? Even if you only held it briefly for less than two days! You I still got a courtesy from Pharaoh here.

Or, should a sacrifice that lost my favor let me do more charity! "

The hoarse voice carries a thunderous sound, which is the anger of the eternal man, the deformer and the demon king: "If you want my admiration, you should probably not refuse the mortal snake sacrifice!

Before being rushed from the unheated chair, you should die in glory, not a wild dog like a wild dog! "

Amon Mesis's expression was distorted.

As if there were countless bugs crawling underneath, it was obviously so handsome, but at the moment it was like a ghost, gritting his teeth and squeezing out the sound from the teeth.

"Oh, Koscie, you really broke my heart."

So Sphinx raised his eyes and stared at the old man in front.

"One another." The old man in the wheelchair looked back indifferently: "If you want to get off the boat decently, don't offend my family, Amon Mess.

This is the last warning that an incompetent brother can give you. "

In the silence, neither of them spoke.

Only the wailing from a distance.

For a long time, Amon Mesis's expression finally calmed down.

"well."

He took a step back and made a cold voice: "Sphinx, let's go."

He turned away, and the orange cat glanced coldly at Koscie, disappearing with him in the hallway.

The broken restaurant regained its silence.

In the wailing and screaming from afar, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table and the only remaining spoon in the countless wealth.

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"respect?"

Imagine that you used to be a pharaoh.

The only agent of the gods in the world, the manifestation of the soul, the unique **** of the world, all the honors in the world belong to you ... at least the honor of Egypt belongs to you.

The vast land of Africa preaches your glory and greatness everywhere.

In front of you, everyone bowed their heads, licked your toes in awe, and taught the greatness of dignity and grace.

Until one day, a **** and a **** suddenly got the favor of the capricious gods, and this share of love even more than you get.

Then you lose your power, your honor, your strength and everything.

He almost lost his precious life in the so-called snake ritual.

Falling dust.

Being expelled from the country and territory that once preached how great you are, wandering through the silt and dust, I had to live with the untouchables who were stinking all over.

Even in order to regain power, you have to sit on the same boat as the sneaky people who were not worth mentioning before him.

These are sacrifices. A little sacrifice is needed to achieve the goal and to be great again.

If you can get what you want, everything lost today is completely insignificant.

But now, those untouchables, even ask you to join them in the same boat?

Even asking for ‘respect’ from you?

"Respect? Respect? Respect?"

Amon Mesis wandered in the hallway covered with blood, muttering to himself, with an indistinguishable expression of stubbornness or mockery: "An old ghost about to die, dare to mention the word to me? How dare ...

The out-of-control wolf changer roared and threw up, then split under Sphinx's claws.

Finally, it was swallowed into the belly.

Chewed into pieces, took a bite, and vomited to the ground disgustingly.

"Meow ..." The orange cat, who had lost his wisdom, turned back and uttered a sad voice to Pharaoh.

Amon Mesis was stunned for a moment, his expression twisted more and more immediately-his guard, his mount, his symbiosis, had fallen to the point that he was going to devour this ghost thing.

as same as him.

They are all losers and have long been abandoned by this world.

"Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down, gently picked it up from the ground, and touched its hair: "I promise, honey, we will rise again."

"Meow!"

Sphinx called out, seemingly incomprehensible.

Amon Mesis pursed her lips and moved on, returning to her cabin.

As a noble pharaoh, even the White Crown will also give preferential treatment. For example, this gorgeous room is different from other narrow barn's narrow barn, wide bed, and wine cabinet with soft lighting.

Back in the room, Sphinx ran to his bowl and began to chew the fresh meat.

"respect……"

Amon Mesis still remembered the humiliation she had suffered, and drank the wine immersed in absinthe, rudely put the glass back in place, and sat on the chair.

"One day, Koscie, one day ..." he murmured hoarsely, "you and your **** will understand what respect is."

"I think you can't see that day."

There was a hoarse voice.

Amon Mesis suddenly looked up, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the figure pushing in the door.

As if seriously ill, staggering forward, the stench of corpse water dripped from the cloak. Reaching for it, I picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and shattered it, then poured it into the mouth under the hood.

The wine liquid did not know whether it fell from a hole in the corner of the mouth or the abdomen, mixed with the rancid liquid, dripped on the soft carpet, and smudged a large gray mark.

"Bold!"

Amon Mesis's eyes widened, and without his instructions, Sphinx jumped up and opened his mouth to tear the madman who dared to offend Pharaoh's bedroom.

Broken limbs fell to the ground, and maggots swelled in the rotting flesh and blood.

But then, Sphinx's expression changed.

As if it was extremely painful, the pain cramped and suddenly opened his mouth to vomit, but nothing vomited, only screaming in pain.

In the chewing sound from the stomach pouch.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch ...

The crazy beast endured the severe pain and rolled violently, turning the whole gorgeous room into a mess. But it won't be long before he stops moving.

Only the skin on the abdomen swells slowly.

Torn from the inside out.

A grim face that had been corroded out of the skull was exposed.

"This head ... can't be used ..."

The greasy face grinned and smiled toward the Pharaoh. On his chest, a big mouth opened slowly, greedily eating the Sphinx body, inch by inch, even with a thin divinity 'S blood rustled his body corrosively.

Gourmet and enjoy their own dinner.

Moaning hoarsely in the pain, and swallowing in the air.

And the three different heads stared dumbly at the stiff Pharaoh.

"What the **** is this ..."

At that moment, Amon Mesis groaned in despair.

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Yin Yan, 20 years old, astronomical trainee examiner.

Like to sing, dance and R ... probably.

Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?

Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows is that he really looks like a dish when he fights ... what is it?

Anyway, the dishes are right!

"E-sports, dishes are the original sin!"

Huai Shi flew a kick, kicked the knife in his hand directly, and then lifted the axe and chopped it down according to his brain. In an instant, the bones and flesh were separated, and an arm of Yinyan flew into the air.

Two seconds ago, at the moment when Ai Qing issued the order, the preparatory twenty-five Aberdeen Huai poetry launched a backstab.

Don't ask why.

The question is twenty five.

Raising his hands is a burst of triple-headed crossbow arrows.

At such a short distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows are almost instantaneous, but Yin Yan can even make a dodge reaction ...

It's really a two or five boy!

Seeing Huai Shi's heart burst into fury: Was this exposed? If you **** don't have a ghost in your heart, how could you be so against me!

Even if he dodges, there is no chance. Even if he dodges the two crossbow arrows at the back, he can't flash at the front. Pass directly through the chest, leaving a burning scorch mark.

Yin Yan rolled over on the ground, and with a cry of pain, he immediately disappeared without a trace. Then Huai Shi saw that a black scar was floating in midair, and rushed straight towards him.

Then ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ happened the tragic scene just now.

It's a sling.

Even without relying on the skills and experience in Fan Haixin's memory, Huai Shi was beaten back to its original shape, and he can still easily put out 81 things in this way.

"Having said that, why should he be chopped down?" Huai Shi asked subconsciously.

"Because he has a ghost in his heart."

Ai Qing sneered: "Aside from the flaws in other words, my brother, who has had something good since he was a child, has absolutely hid it ... Where can I share the truth?"

"What if you cut it wrong?"

"Then it was wrong." Ai Qing said coldly: "Anyway, he will always be hacked to death, nothing more than a short time in advance, we can get the crew list without losing."

Alas! Why are you guys playing tactics so dirty!

Huai Shi felt deeply in his heart that his hands were even more ruthless. After struck down with an axe, his left hand pulled out a short knife from his waist and swept through. Yin Yan rolled over and rolled into the corridor.

"Fuck, when are you going to see!"

With a scream of yelling, in the silent corridor, hoarse murmurs and roars suddenly sounded in the quiet rooms on both sides, and dozens of wolf-like out-of-control people rushed out from the fragile door panel and rushed towards Huai Shi !

"Offended the demon hunter and wanted to run!"

Huai Shi raised his hand, and it was another three crossbow arrows. I don't know if he had made a shot, but a wolf-shaped person had come to his face.

"Go away!"

The axe fell off, shattered a dog's head, Huai Shi flew a foot, kicked the still-dumpling ghost thing aside, and then an uncontrollable person threw it up.

In an instant, there was a black head in the corridor.

All opponents!

"Stop it!"

Huai Shi held the knife in his left hand and the axe in his right hand, and roared, then ... turned around and ran.