Martial King’s Retired Life

State of the scene. It's just that compared to what he is going to do, it doesn't seem like much. But no matter how hard he tried, Ju Ding only moved a little, and every time it was just a little-to-some movement, and it was hard to even consider it as movement.

The barking and strength have gradually become smaller, it seems that the young people have finally tried their best, and it is difficult to implement this crazy idea to the end. Can only fall into a taunting object.

Luo Ming, who put down the lifted heart slightly, clenched the sword in his hand, determined to give this lunatic a lesson.

At this time, the young man took a sharp breath, and the range of the black knife's forward suddenly surpassed the total added before.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The behemoth that was spawned energetically pulled the residual tube--0 gas all off, and Lian Shen Zhu Ding was pulled. After this initial movement began, the speed of taxiing increased dramatically. The huge cast tripod slipped a terrible sound on the ground, faster and faster, faster and faster, when it exceeded a certain speed.

The dark-faced youth murmured his head.

"Fighting .... Checking the hukou, what do my parents do, it's a matter of your fart! You throw me into the tripod and burn it, I still remember it! ' On the point of power, use your whole body to spin up and shout loudly.

"I go to your mother's old hair!

Seeing Luo Ming's eyes, it seemed as if the heavens and the earth were toppled, and the huge shadow was getting closer and closer. It seemed as if the hair was going to be pinched and the heat of the skin and bones melted; the scorching wind and wind pressure that almost required people to breathe and told him that it was not a dream.

The refining **** cast the tripod and was thrown out.

It seems that from this moment, the shadow of hatred in Luo Ming's heart began to fade.

It's not that he no longer cares about the bones of his relatives, and horrifies the blood feuds in southern Xinjiang. It was the horrible nightmare that had been entangled for ten years, almost every night that made him cut his teeth, and so far trembled his body.

What is the so-called fear?

Standing in front of the fierce beast that year, it was almost impossible to move, only--what is the flavor of the sword?

That is no longer a monster.

In the past, the fearful impression of that ferocious beast faded away.

For a moment, Luo Ming forgot his deep blood and hatred.

He was lost in thought.

He was stuck.

But he couldn't find it at all, and he was more suitable for the word 'monster' than this young man.

The way to overcome nightmares is not difficult-it is the branding of bigger nightmares.

Giant tripod, falling from the sky

The loud noise sounded like wailing.

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