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 wrong?" 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."

Yuanzhao's face was pale: "It seemed to be a nightmare. I dreamed of a dark woman climbing up from the sea. Like 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 ..."

The shattered and sharp voice sounded, one after another, accompanied by a sudden burst of crying.

Innumerable light bulbs fell apart in an instant, and darkness fell in an instant, but at that instant, a vague shadow was suddenly drawn on the distorted wall behind him.

Just stared, and stabbed Huai Shi's eyes.

Is just the appearance of a residual image, which has led countless travelers to send out a mad whine of extreme fear.

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

The peristaltic limbs were only a short distance away 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, a pendant hanging on his chest—half of a tiger symbol suddenly released a majestic roar, and a cold shadow suddenly emerged from it, with the smell of blood and smoke.

Is as majestic as the dragon running in the sky.

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 raised, there will be light like electricity.

With the roar of the Tiger Rune, the euphorbia in his hand fell, swept across, and crossed a line.

This line became Tian Yuan.

Senleng's breath emerged from the halberd front, and he bumped into the strange palm with a strange hand, not only repelled the amputation, but also left a tragic wound on it.

On the arm of Yuanzhao, a ray of darkness rose suddenly, screaming and dissipating.

Forcibly cut off the connection between the original photo and the rotten dream!

On the wall, 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, and even threw the heavy euphorbia in his hand across thousands of miles, and fell into the hand of Yuan Yuan.

Ji Can's pattern immediately spread from the euphorbia, covering her hands, and blessed the divine power of this relic of the sacred mark on her.

In the last moment, he looked back at Huai Shi and grinned: "The devil is pretty good, come back home to play, bring your horse ..."

The old horse carried him and quickly dissipated.

Huai Shi didn't breathe until now, lowered his voice and asked 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 you got it when you had a 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 Dung Xiaojun", the original photo of the social death again fell into stagnation.

Give up thinking.

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

"Well, are you leaving so soon?"

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

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

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

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

I do n’t know if I did n’t take it.

Huai Shi always felt that once 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 was posted on the Internet was so shameful that he had to ask one more question.

Got the guarantee from Yuanyuan, he was relieved, waved goodbye, and turned away.

Anyway, there will be a team of cast iron legions to stay in order to maintain order. They have a weapon that Huai Shi feels terrified when they look at it.

Now he is 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 ...

Not even send a text message, nor call back.

I was so anxious to treat myself as a bull and a horse in my next life, so that I don't even want to look at myself more in my life?

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

Heard the roar from above again.

The entire asterisk suddenly violently oscillated.

Due to the reaction of Huai Shi, the top dome suddenly broke, 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.

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

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

Tony choked violently, sighing helplessly: "It's a long story ..."

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Two minutes ago, the violent shock continued to spread above the stars.

The dragon roared, and the red 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 suddenly, the flame went out instantly.

Moranda's power soared again!

The phantom vortex of the rotten dream suddenly appeared, and a shadow slowly came out, entwined like a thick and creepy limb on Morando's body, continuously pouring into the disaster miracle from the rotten dream.

Immediately after 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!

Now the power of the Rotting Queen has chosen herself.

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

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

Mixed the power of the rotten dream queen, and re-cast it.

By the time he still has Morando's body and Morando's soul, but he may not be his now.

Is the temporary host of the corrupt queen, the incarnation of the ruler in the world.

Unable 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 fall 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 the rotten dream queen came to appear in this earthly world.

Moranda's will will be a tool used by the Queen of Decay to show her will, a Chinese house in the field of philosophy, and a black box translator.

Is responsible for conveying the words and wishes of the superior to the world.

One consumable.

But this is not the role of the main feast of the Liangxiaohui?

It is a matter of course to dedicate everything to the gods. It is a supreme glory for any priest.

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

For this reason, he chose to cooperate with Golden Dawn, plotting to betray, and discarding his dying god.

But now this curse called the gift has once again wrapped around him, causing his limbs to quickly alienate.

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

The cane fell.

Mathers raised his bowler hat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Looking down at him with a look of embarrassment.

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

Morando's expression twisted for a moment.

Stared at the hand he stretched out.

The hand of salvation.

He gritted his teeth and held it up.

At that moment, Mathers slightly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Deal!"

The hoarse hiss sounded and 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, and reorganized in an instant.

Reborn.

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

And a huge nightmare spewed out from his cracked back, turning into a sticky and dark fountain, and the dark torrent crept crazily on the ground.

Rotten dreams.

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

He came here.

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

Displaced rotten dreams hovered painfully above the stars.

Going crazy.