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"Gift the seat!"

A seemingly random sentence,

But it seems to have opened the devil's cage,

For a while,

The silent white bones under the throne suddenly roared again,

Shadows extended from them,

They screamed,

They growled,

They are excited,

Before, they were angry, they were unwilling, they struggled, but when the man re-seat the throne, he instantly became the most obedient Husky,

Turned into a quick and loyal hound, he rushed out of his head and rushed to the prey pointed by the throne master!

In between,

The three female curators who had almost left the wax museum were pulled back again,

Their bodies are in front of these huge strange monsters,

It looks so pocket-sized.

God knows how many demon gods were killed by boring wins!

but,

According to Zhou Ze's understanding of Yinggou,

Although this product was a member of the Yellow Emperor's generals, after the Eastward Expedition and the Westward Expedition, it also made great achievements.

As for when he was in the ancient times, it was because of his pride that he violated the Yellow Emperor,

Or was it because he was despised by the Emperor Huangdi for using his means, and he was afraid that he would come up with an ancient version of "Yellow Robe Plus".

The truth of this matter may only be clear to you.

The things in the history books cannot be taken seriously, let alone the stories in myths;

You must know that Liu He, a sea faint Hou who had only been in power for more than 20 days in the Western Han Dynasty, recorded in the history books that he did more than a thousand bad things during his reign.

That is, except for eating, drinking and sleeping, this product has been doing bad things non-stop, is it possible?

In **** that year, how many eye-catching demon gods attempted to challenge the authority of this master of the nether sea

Zhou Ze is not clear,

But want to come,

The devil gods should not have such a lofty ideal that the star fire can sing the original collective resistance to dictatorship.

Estimated,

It may be today,

Win hook feels that the throne is a bit uneven,

I went to kill a devil and paddled it,

Tomorrow, it seems a bit uneven,

I went to kill another one,

The day after tomorrow...

may,

Because of this obsessive-compulsive disorder,

Only then has this bone-throne throne now have a scale comparable to "Guanguan".

Distance creates beauty,

But Zhou Ze is really no distance.

Zhou Ze is flying in thoughts,

The three of the female curator shivered.

They are familiar with the horror surrounding them.

For thousands of years, one's own family has not only worshipped the bone throne, but it is actually more important, but it has also reached a deal with the demons under the throne.

Sacrifice blood food,

Ask them to help themselves.

And at this time,

These demon phantoms who have been enshrined by their own blood for thousands of years,

It became the executioner who caught them.

No credit,

No mercy!

Master of the Nether Sea,

Although it has fallen for many, many years,

But as the bones who had experienced his horror most personally,

Deep in the soul,

That great fear is still imprinted!

seriously,

Boss Zhou is now fake

After all, the win has not yet awakened,

Still asleep.

In fact, even if the hook was awakened at this time, she was not the one who liked to call out "the table legs were tilted" and went out to find a table book.

The situation at this time,

It can only be said that it was a coincidence,

Who knew that the female curator turned out to be like this,

Who would have expected Zhou Ze to unravel the "coffee newspaper", let him misjudge Zhou Ze's strength, and eventually summoned the phantom of the bone throne.

"Boom!"

Very simple,

Tried temptation,

I tried it hard,

Tried black and eat black,

Tried to escape,

But this,

Does not affect her kneeling at this time!

"Master, are you back? Master, are you really... back?"

The female curator was in tears,

Crying and running,

A look of surprise and disbelief.

Unfortunately,

Not to mention her acting skills,

Just say her body,

It was almost smashed by the little boy with the technique taught by Attorney An.

At this time she was crying,

More like a human caterpillar is choking and wriggling.

Zhou Ze turned his face slightly,

Looked at her.

The female curator continued to perform:

"Master, you are finally back, our family, waiting for you to wait so hard!"

Zhou Ze continued not to speak.

The little boy stood silently,

Just find it interesting.

However, there was a bit of surprise.

He is very old, but since he woke up as a zombie, he has lived a "hidden Tibet".

At the beginning, several mountain people were rescued in the mountains,

As a result, the mountain people also built temples for themselves, which were destroyed by his shot.

He was an invisible existence,

Do I have to build a temple and tell God that there is a zombie here to quickly drop the thunder and kill himself?

and so,

To a large extent, the little boy has kept his part of simplicity, otherwise there will be no plot that has been betrayed and almost swallowed by his people.

"Master, I will go to the clan to tell the elders of the clan, if they know that you are back, they will definitely be ecstatic!

My tribe has worshipped the throne of its master for thousands of years,

I have been looking forward to my master's return!

When the master returns to hell, our family must be the **** of the master, become the most loyal watchdog at the feet of the master, and be driven by the master! "

When I heard the words "watchdog",

Boss Zhou on the throne frowned,

You're thinking,

Compete with me?

Oh no,

wrong,

Anyway, the three words watchdog,

Boss Zhou was very unhappy.

Because he won the goods, he used these three words to tease him every time.

in fact,

A little,

Zhou Ze has been very strange,

To win that kind of character,

Before the fall,

Give your throne to others?

Winning the hook should not be able to do this kind of decent thing to greet a bunch of close friends before the accident.

Probably, even if he foresees that something big will happen tomorrow

Should I doze or doze today.

I enjoy it even though I am flooded after my death!

This is the truest portrayal of Wingo.

and so,

This throne,

How did it fall into their hands?

Attorney An once said that according to the secret record of Yin Si;

That year, after falling behind,

The princes who were suppressed in **** then rose up,

Competing for territory,

It even divided the sea of ​​ghosts,

The big sea,

Only a Styx remained.

This is equivalent to when the former Soviet Union disintegrated, merchant governments around the world waved money to divide the Soviet state-owned assets.

This throne,

Such a big piece of fat,

How did it fall into the hands of this family?

If it is really a win-win initiative,

Boss Zhou, a hardworking family,

But it really hurts!

"Master, I will inform the elders within the clan and tell them the good news of the master's return!"

The female curator spread her hand and prepared to summon.

In Zhou Ze's mouth, he silently uttered two words:

"Strangle."

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The demons and ghosts all around roared up,

The three female curators were drowned in an instant.

This is the carnival of demons,

The female curator only had the last scream,

They were completely dismembered.

Even the souls of the two employees were crushed and eaten together.

Boss Zhou unconsciously reached out and touched his chin,

Deeply gratified,

This group of demons,

They all understand the value of food.

immediately,

Zhou Ze stood up and left the throne.

The ghosts around him were staring at him.

The little boy stood silently under the throne,

Be an escort.

Zhou Ze reached out and gently pushed away the little boy,

Slowly walked down the steps of the throne.

at this time,

This throne is slowly melting,

This is a "virtual image" created by the female curator from a wax figure, similar to the real projection of the throne,

After the female curator died,

The collapse of this throne,

Is inevitable.

But at this time Zhou Ze still has one more thing to do,

and,

this matter,

Zhou Ze felt that he would do it himself,

Maybe it’s better to do it than when you wake up,

The effect will be better.

Without him,

When I think of that iron-and-han, I was waiting for the "empty door" to open in Xuzhou.

Wait for the Buddha to come down,

Zhou Ze was so angry that his teeth tickled.

This is like a couple living together,

There is no rice in the house,

But the man went out to gamble to treat the swollen face as a fat man!

"I haven't woken up yet."

Zhou Ze said.

The phantom of the devil around didn't move,

But the surrounding atmosphere,

Seems to stagnate.

"You guys, you should all see it."

Zhou Ze shrugged,

"I am very weak now, and I can even say, I am not me yet."

The demon phantom began to become restless.

Their guess,

Will be suppressed by the horror image of that year,

But when Zhou Ze spoke out,

They inevitably began to have other ideas and impulses.

"You can all swarm up and try to break me up, eat it up, and avenge me like her."

Zhou Ze smiled and pointed at himself.

The demon phantoms began to gather up.

"You can also try to see that when this throne phantom collapses, and you will then return to the real throne, you can tell her people and say that I have found traces of my existence."

Zhou Ze continued.

The little boy pursed his lips,

He was a little nervous,

Half of it is because of the oppression formed by the ghost image

The other half is what he hadn't thought of before. Once this matter spreads, how much noise and waves will be caused!

"I am him and I am not him."

Zhou Ze looked around,

Throwing loudly,

"What happened today, seal it!

I promise you a promise!

In the near future,

The day I really returned,

Will personally unlock the seal of Seoul, etc.,

Free to wait for freedom,

Banger and others reshape the body,

Ling waited for **** again,

Take back everything I and I have lost today!

then,

Hell is ours;

future,

Hell will also be ours!

You are no longer prisoners under the throne,

You will be my robes,

Hell is big,

Big enough for me to share it with Seoul! "

The demon phantoms were shaking,

When the throne is half melted,

"Wow!"

All the demon **** ghosts kneeled down at Zhou Ze together~www.wuxiaspot.com~ hiss...

Cool!

Boss Zhou subconsciously took a breath.

In order to pursue the feeling of being a man, a lot of people are going to be officials, and many people are pursuing dictatorship, glory and wealth. They really don't care. What they want is actually the thrill of being worshipped!

And myself

It was kneeling down by a group of demon gods!

This cool feeling,

Almost instantaneously rushed to the sky cover!

If it wasn't for the little boy beside him,

Boss Zhou almost fell to the ground.

The throne eventually collapsed,

The demon phantoms also dissipated collectively,

Go back to where the real throne is.

The little boy helped Zhou Ze and asked curiously:

"Just solved it?"

they,

Just believe it?

Demon God,

Is it so confusing?

Isn't this very similar to the boss's often-talking Han?

Zhou Ze nodded and said:

"can only say,

The reputation of the goods is great. "

Die for face,

But it is because of death that you have to face,

Therefore, Zhou Ze is willing to make a deal with Win Hook, and is not afraid that Win Hook will be repented after being deceived;

and so,

This group of demon gods who were killed by winning hooks and used to step on the table feet are also the ones who know the winning hooks best.

Only then will you believe in the promise made by "Win Hook"!

It's a pity that the goods won prematurely,

Didn't catch up with Cangjie to make words,

Otherwise, there might be an idiom,

call:

Win a promise!

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