Apocalyptic Forecast

Dragon Bone Mountain, Wolf House, White Tomb, Grand Hall, Pictographic Land, Weak Water Source...

Dongxia was the first to search in **** blankly.

Inquiring along the way, the corpse all the way, the somewhat elderly middle-aged man holding the photo in his hand, took the trouble to ask every creature, iron stone, relic, and even wild beasts and insects that he came across:

"Excuse me, have you seen my friend?"

The answer is no.

Not here, nor there, there is no trace of the lost girl anywhere.

In the end, the desperate Fu Canguang was alone and set foot on the planned assembly point in the plan, dusty, dusty... and bloody.

The fierce intent and hostility of almost countless **** creatures before they died entangled him, almost covering the light of the lucky beast's blessing.

It looked like a demon in the form of a human.

Rome Tier 5 Hermes, who was squatting in front of the camp, was so far away that he almost sounded the alarm when he saw the blood gas that had almost turned into a scarlet pillar.

"What's the matter?" Hermes widened his eyes and walked around the unicorn several times. "You're not right!"

"Sorry, I killed a bit more on the road."

Fu Canguang asked for a bottle of water, wiped his face, and asked, "Where are you all here?"

"Ah, I'm almost waiting for the last few of you." After Hermes verified that he was right, he was surprised: "It looks so embarrassing, how did you make it like this?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I might have messed up." Fu Canguang turned his head, glanced at the traction rope around his waist, hesitated, and finally sighed helplessly: "I lost my teammate. , Did not find it back."

"Ok?"

Hermes froze for a moment, "You mean, Emperor Bai?"

Fu Canguang was silent, his eyes twitched.

There is an ominous premonition.

"..."

And in the silence, Hermes, subconsciously glanced behind him, and said puzzledly: "She arrived sixteen days ago, she arrived earlier than me!"

As he said, he asked suspiciously: "I said, are you lost?"

"..."

Fu Canguang's expression stagnated, almost solidifying a stone statue.

And on his shoulder, the awkward white dove seemed to smell something, suddenly flapping its wings, making a happy cooing sound, and flew towards its owner.

Just behind the door of nothingness.

In the camp like a bubble.

Behind a pile of glove boxes, there was a bunch of sleepy hair, cautiously poking out... prying.

"Uncle Fu, you are here."

The girl plucked up courage and squeezed out an innocent smile.

The response to her was like a roar of thunder.

Fu Canguang was furious, and took out an eight-section whip from behind. The thunder light crackled, "Chu Qingyu!!! Come here for me!!!"

"I do not!"

Chu Qingyu suddenly shrank his head, hid behind the box, and shouted: "Xuanniao said he wouldn't let you beat someone! I want to report! You abused child labor!"

"You are over fourteen long ago! Count as a fart child laborer!"

Fu Canguang pulled her ears to lift the squatting girl up, and scolded: "How many more times, don't run around! Don't run around! Don't run around! I have all **** with ropes, why can't I control it!"

"I didn't mean it, anyone accidentally stepped on a breakpoint. It took me a long time to get here, and I almost got lost! You don't care about me, oh oh oh oh... "

While talking, the little girl under the glare burst into tears.

If you are a member of the Social Security Bureau, you have already experienced Bai Dizi's full-point acting skills, so naturally you wouldn't like this one. But now, in other tents in the camp, many people have already poked their heads out in shock.

The lady wearing the feather crown looked serious: "Mr. Fu, you are like this, in America, you will be dragged to talk."

"The child is still young, so please speak slowly."

"It's too rough."

"That's it."

Obviously, I came a dozen days earlier, and everyone's favorability was filled by Bai Dizi. At this moment, in the eyes of many shocked and accusing, Fu Canguang felt the long-lost hypertension.

And hearing someone talking to him, Chu Qingyu's pretended crying gradually stopped, but a pair of tearful eyes Zabazhaba looked at Fu Canguang, making the corners of his eyes twitch.

"Huh? Has Mr. Fu arrived?"

In the innermost tent, a rather young lady came out and smiled and waved: "It just so happens that I just made lunch. If you don't want to give up, let's go together?"

"...I have work."

Fu Canguang nodded and Su Rong responded, turning his head and glaring at the girl next to him, and after banging her head twice, he didn't care about putting her own pigeon.

eat first.

.

In hell, it is troublesome to be refined for lunch.

But when everyone is sitting around the long table, no matter how picky people are, it doesn’t matter whether the lunch is full.

Even if it’s been several times throughout the entire scene, I’m afraid it’s difficult to make up such an exaggerated lineup—the first Qilin·Fu Canguang of Eastern Xia, the second Phoenix·White Emperor; America’s Big Mother·Awenhai ', The Shadow of the Feathered Serpent Trossour, the Ancient Echo Tippyuret; the two holy spirits of the Russian Federation: the wise angel Cherub, the angel Toronus, they even embrace Gabriel’s Rod; Hermes of the Mercury Hall in Rome, and Mars, the apostle of war, with the sword of wolf blood beside him; Katikia, the leader of the destruction of the Tianzhu lineage, and the great master Samantha, At the same time, it is also the auspicious sky that created the branch... and even the fifth order of the Nordic lineage of the Astronomical Society, Nukus, the fifth order of the Assyrian lineage of the ashes.

Even the autistic Egyptian pedigree sent the second prince, the **** of desolation of this generation, Seth.

In the entire present realm, among the fifth ranks with names and surnames, almost all the people known for their combat effectiveness gathered here.

And the young lady who made this lunch by herself, the young lady sitting at the top, is one of the twin natural enemies of Yanus from Rome, Lucia!

And since she appeared here, her brother, Lucius, the dark side of the double-faced god, would certainly not be far away.

It's just that the natural enemy of darkness knows his own inherent attributes and the influence it has on others, and he is unwilling to show up easily and disturb the atmosphere of lunch.

For Fu Canguang, basically, when you look around, you are all acquaintances, and some have even fought, even more than once.

However, under the auspices of the natural enemy, everyone did not turn over the old accounts of the past, and did not know the seriousness of falling out on this occasion.

It’s just that some people who eat it don’t think so much...

"I said what's going on, I smelled the odor of the quilted snake from a long distance, and almost vomited it out. Troshall, can trash like you now represent the American lineage?"

In the darkness outside the door, a group of distant figures slowly approached, accompanied by the crisp sound of shackles rubbing.

At the forefront, Lucian, carrying a wind lantern, took off his hat and greeted everyone present: "There are many twists and turns on the road. I was late for a while, I hope it's not too late."

"You are here just right, Mr. Lucian, lunch has just been prepared, do you want a bowl?" Lukiya invited with a smile.

"The lunch at the hands of the Golden Palace is really tempting. It's a pity that I ate it on the road. I won't disturb the Yaxing of your meal.

Lucian smiled and declined, and after handing the key to the shackles to Lucia, he nodded and said goodbye, and went out to rest with Tony, who had worked hard to eliminate the sense of existence.

"Mr. Luo hasn't been seen for a long time." Lukiya took the lead to look at the burly old man walking in front: "It seems that the style is still very...give me something?"

"No, I don't plan to gain muscle recently. It's not time to eat yet."

The old man pulled a chair and sat next to him: "What you eat is what you eat, don't care about me."

"So, what about Mr. Douglas?" Lukia asked.

"Me? It's not delicious, I'm not polite."

The prisoner unceremoniously lifted his hood, grinned, and smiled mockingly at the people present: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but they have all changed new faces. Don't talk about the trash of Trosius, Avin. Has Haye changed too?"

"Your Excellency, there are no soldiers for you here."

Awenhai raised his eyes and looked over: "I really hope you can learn a little politeness after staying in Yingzhou for so long."

Beside her, the indifferent Trosseur lowered his head to cut the steak on the plate, chewed silently, without saying a word, but the sound of the teeth colliding was like bone rubbing, with a cold chill.

As the shadow of the feathered snake, the incarnation of the gods of calamity and the undead, he naturally wouldn't talk nonsense with a guy who had long been expelled from the American lineage because of a mere quarrel.

And under Lukia's gentle gaze, Douglas didn't mock any more, he didn't care about the shackles on his wrists, and chewed openly.

However, when he glanced across the table and saw the afterglow of the talisman, he felt cold for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, seeing the Emperor Bai, he finally showed a kind smile.

"Long time no see, little girl."

He wiped the sauce from his beard, "Are you okay lately?"

"what?"

The distracted Bai Dizi raised his head and looked at the end of the long table as if he finally saw Douglas sitting there. He was taken aback for a while, and immediately showed a surprise smile that surprised Douglas.

It's as if a long time has never met.

Did not hide the joy and joy.

She almost jumped up from the chair and waved in surprise.

"Dad~"

The moment the crisp voice spread, Douglas's expression stiffened on his face, like petrified. But the ten fingers of the pair of iron fists trembled involuntarily.

His complexion turned red.

It's like when I was praised and summoned by the supreme king, the joy and happiness that have been missing for a long time filled my chest.

heart! dirty! stop! jump!

Then, I realized that Fu Canguang and Luo Si had the same look in the trash, and the direction of the girl's eyes seemed to be wrong?

Why look at your...behind?

Until then, a palm was pressed on his shoulder without warning, and he patted twice.

"Hey! Hey! This friend, don't be silly, please give in, thank you..."

The traveler in the tattered cloak squeezed into the tent, dropped the cumbersome backpack behind, squeezed through the general's chair, and lifted his hood to reveal his unshaven face.

"Oh, my cutie is growing taller!"

With a hand, he raised the excited girl in front of him, "Did you listen to your mother's obedient at home? Didn't Lao Fu go to find someone again this time?

By the way, how many times did you take the exam? Why did you hang up before you made it clear? "

"Uh……"

Chu Qingyu's smile stiffened a little, and in front of the deadly third company, he looked away awkwardly.

"No, you have to study hard." The traveler's expression gradually became solemn: "Daddy, I was math..."

"Brother said that your math test is not as good as mine."

Chu Qingyu interrupted: "He said that you had studied science for two years and changed to liberal arts to study archaeology because you were afraid that you could not pass the exam!"

"How can archaeology not count as science! We archaeological researchers are comprehensive talents. Where can the arts and sciences be distinguished?"

The irritated father widened his eyes: "Xiaohong, this poor boy is getting more and more awkward. You must educate him when you look back. Also, don't you want to run..."

As he said, he affixed his beard affectionately, "Eh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Did you miss me? Did you? Did you?"

Then, there was a giggle.

So crisp.

Not far away, at the end of the long table, I saw how close the father and daughter were. The general silently bit the deformed fork in his hand and chewed the iron pieces with a creak.

It's like biting a handkerchief.

Eye sockets are red, and fists are hard!

But what can I do if my fist is hard?

Can't beat and beat. Besides, is this something that can be beaten?

After more than eighty years, Douglas once again deeply realized the same truth after the defeat of the last pedigree master election.

Sometimes, some things, before they start, have already lost at the starting line...

(End of this chapter)