Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Ouyangtu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, the President of the Light Camp, almost fell.

Grass……

It's all aimed at labor and capital!

No one is untargeted!

Bastard stuff!

One of them counts as one, but it's not a good thing!

Damn it!

Finding opportunities must be completely eliminated!

What a shame!

The more I think about it, the more unhappy it becomes in my heart!

If possible, the Ouyang disciples at this moment can't wait to kill all these people in front of them! }

It's too messy!

One by one, he didn't take him seriously at all!

But after thinking about it, he was steady.

He must pay attention to the influence in the public.

And if it really provokes public anger, he really may not be able to withstand it.

Now that the Protoss army has retreated, to a certain extent, this dark camp is the enemy...

At that time, if he gets angry and the dark camp starts to follow suit, then he will play a hammer...

too difficult……

Hold on... Don't wander around.

"Husband..."

Xiang Fei and Chu Sisi each held Fang Fan's arm, hoping that he would not be too sloppy.

If this matter is not handled properly, the situation is indeed a bit serious.

The sense of mindset is comprehensive, and everyone understands.

If you don't understand, there is nothing to do.

"Don't worry, it's okay, little problem."

Fang Fan stretched his waist and looked casual.

Immediately, Fang Fan walked a few steps outside, and countless people's eyes focused again.

"Go to the Dark Temple and be the first son of God?"

"I am a wicked person, do you want it too?"

Fang Fan shrugged, jokingly.

"Ha ha……"

"The world under heaven..."

"My dark temple sea is a hundred rivers, how can I avoid these?"

"Little friend Fang Fan, don't worry..."

"Those things that have happened before have been wiped out."

"It should start over now!"

"If you always stick to the past, how can you start again?"

"No matter what happened to little friend Fang Fan, these are all right..."

"I can give Fang Fan a guarantee!"

The eyes of the first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple shined...

It looks like there is a play!

This wave took off.

It really took off.

The sense of rhythm is also being strengthened in an all-round way.

The more you think, the more excited, the more you think, the clearer your thinking.

After thinking about it, it's almost following the established moment.

Stabilized.

Stable as Mount Tai!

In fact, at the beginning, Motian also saw that Fang Fan and the Guangming camp seemed to be a little uncoordinated, so they would export to win...

If such a proud man of heaven can win over from the bright camp, it will be a double blow to the bright camp...

From Motian's point of view, it is impossible for ordinary people to be able to rush out of the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of gods, or even return with three heads of gods!

This son, so terrible!

With a little training, the future may be broader than the madman!

In the future, it may not be impossible to achieve the position of true God.

When I thought of this, the light in my eyes suddenly flickered...

The stimulus is in place.

This wave took off!

Interesting...more texture!

"Forehead……"

"The devilish saint seems to really don't know..."

"I have defiled the goddess of your dark camp..."

"Everyone knows about this matter..."

"If I go to the Dark Temple, I am afraid that all the idols in your Dark Temple will explode!"

Fang Fan shrugged, then said calmly.

Motian, the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, twitched his mouth, and black lines were densely covered on his forehead...

I'm...

Good guy...

In the end, can you still have fun?

This thing is very unique, okay?

This mentality of mine collapsed completely...

"you……"

"Defile... Defile the goddess?"

"The Starry Night Goddess was defiled by your kid?"

"That rumored goddess Terminator is you?"

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple took a deep breath, and felt a burst of mentality at this moment...

Good guy...

You said so, what else can I say...

Thoughts are messy to the extreme, okay!

Besides, you really have to hit the wall directly.

"Forehead……"

"Actually...in fact, if you...if you choose to apologize to the goddess, maybe...maybe there is still some chance."

"As long as you are willing to come to my dark temple, I will arrange these..."

"I will let the pope speak some good things for you..."

"Perhaps... Maybe the goddess won't care about it anymore."

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple still didn't want to give up such a good seedling as Fang Fan.

Thoughts gradually became chaotic, and his eyes swept across the spot.

This wave must be fully stabilized, and there must be no deviation in the slightest.

The heartbeat is broken, this is the most important thing!

Formalism is really bad...

Fang Fan shrugged, which was amused.

This dark temple first-class saint Motian may really want to win him, but now, it is basically fooling...

The pope himself is a trembling image in front of the true god, can he talk to me?

Bells and whistles...

It would be nice if you don't hurry me directly.

This kind of nonsense is really unbelievable.

Anyway, listening to it feels inexplicably bells and whistles.

That's it, a steady state of mind is the most important thing!

"Sage of the devil, do you believe this?"

"I've been in the bright camp very well."

"gone."

Fang Fan shrugged and turned around, not caring about anything.

Regardless of whether it is the light camp or the dark camp, in Fang Fan's eyes, in fact, in general, it is nothing more than a shelter.

Light is justice?

Darkness is depravity?

This thing is really hard to define.

How should I put it, there are too many things involved in it.

There is no absolute light and darkness.

But in Guangming Academy, Fang Fan got used to it.

Master's uncle Jie said to him nothing.

Deputy Palace Master Xue Wanren, uh... or his old father-in-law...

So, it's basically bound.

As for there are some insidious and cunning people on the bright camp, that's not a problem, just get rid of them.

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, then looked sharply at the first-class saint Ouyangtu of the Temple of the Bright Alliance who was standing not far away, and then grinned...

Ouyang simply tugged...

At this moment, in front of so many people, I can only... can only force a smile...

This wave is a bit difficult.

In my mind, I was naturally angry to the extreme a long time ago!

But now forbearance...must be forbearance...

Ouyang, the first-class saint of the Temple of Light Alliance, with trembling lips and black complexion, could not help but stretch out his hand to put a hand on Cao Ji who was on the side...

Immediately began to exert force in silence, in this way began to fully vent!

Only in this way can I be more relaxed in my heart!