"And that piece of shit Xiaobaifen, if I can't get it, no one else can get it either."

"It's not too late to leave after you've done this... just wait for death."

Wei Shanhe narrowed his eyes and plunged into the pool in front of him.

After he left, the courtyard gradually collapsed and turned into black mist.

In the mist, dozens or hundreds of reverse crosses can be vaguely seen.

Infant head cross.

They are the cornerstone of this small courtyard.

Wei Shanhe sleeps with these things every day.

The black mist slowly condensed, and the faint silhouette of the baby could be vaguely seen.

——

“Wuhu!! It’s so enjoyable.”

The theater fanatic sat on the back of the front row and couldn't help but cheer.

It's like a dog that suddenly sticks its head out the window while driving and giggles in the wind.

The platoon leaders were all honest people and agreed to the drama fanatic's request without much hesitation, allowing him to experience what it means to be fast and electric.

"How's it going, brother?"

The face of Qipaitou was a somewhat shy young man, and he asked.

"Do you have that... pushing feeling on your back that you mentioned?"

"Hey, I'll just tell you."

"We don't have a backrest here, so how can we push...fuck!"

The seventh platoon leader seemed to have been hit, and suddenly accelerated.

The drama idiot was thrown away, spinning in the air and falling to the ground.

"That's probably it."

Wang Jin dodged away from the drama fanatic flying toward him and continued talking to Liu Shu.

"Weizi of the Chen family, and Brother Song...it turns out that so many things have happened."

Liu Shu nodded slowly, with a little regret on his face.

He sighed and turned to look at Song He.

"You kid, you've grown so big."

Although they look similar in age, they are Song He's uncle.

"Your father...isn't bad."

"For seventeen years, I have always kept this matter in mind."

"If he had mentioned it to me before, it might not have been so complicated."

Willow shook his head slowly.

"No matter what we say, we can't just sit idly by."

He just planned the best route and fled all the way.

As a result, while running away, all his men were killed.

This is really a high-end game.

Although Wei Shanhe is not as scary as Wang Jin, he can still be considered smart.

At least he knew that he shouldn't stay any longer at this time, nor should he die together in a useless way like in the TV series.

If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood.

The moment he was defeated, Wei Shanhe decided to pack up and leave.

But before leaving, you must destroy the strange objects and at least kill the dragon.

The problem lies here.

"You bitch, you lied to me for seventeen fucking years!"

Wei Shanhe gritted his teeth and looked at the dark figure in front of him who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His face was as pale as a piece of paper.

"Don't accuse good people wrongly."

The shadow shrugged, his voice lazily.

"I told you that only Wang Jin can take out the rare items."

"He did come, but not that close."

"Then it's called ten kilometers... grass! I forgot that you are a dragon!"

"uh-huh."

Black Shadow nodded with interest.

Ten kilometers is just a blink of an eye to her.

Wei Shanhe was so angry that he could only cover his heart and took out a white hammer from his sleeve with his other hand.

"Just wait, I'll go down and kill you."

"And that piece of shit Xiaobaifen, if I can't get it, no one else can get it either."

"It's not too late to leave after you've done this... just wait for death."

Wei Shanhe narrowed his eyes and plunged into the pool in front of him.

After he left, the courtyard gradually collapsed and turned into black mist.

In the mist, dozens or hundreds of reverse crosses can be vaguely seen.

Infant head cross.

They are the cornerstone of this small courtyard.

Wei Shanhe sleeps with these things every day.

The black mist slowly condensed, and the faint silhouette of the baby could be vaguely seen.

——

“Wuhu!! It’s so enjoyable.”

The theater fanatic sat on the back of the front row and couldn't help but cheer.

It's like a dog that suddenly sticks its head out the window while driving and giggles in the wind.

The platoon leaders were all honest people and agreed to the drama fanatic's request without much hesitation, allowing him to experience what it means to be fast and electric.

"How's it going, brother?"

The face of Qipaitou was a somewhat shy young man, and he asked.

"Do you have that... pushing feeling on your back that you mentioned?"

"Hey, I'll just tell you."

"We don't have a backrest here, so how can we push...fuck!"

The seventh platoon leader seemed to have been hit, and suddenly accelerated.

The drama idiot was thrown away, spinning in the air and falling to the ground.

"That's probably it."

Wang Jin dodged away from the drama fanatic flying toward him and continued talking to Liu Shu.

"Weizi of the Chen family, and Brother Song...it turns out that so many things have happened."

Liu Shu nodded slowly, with a little regret on his face.

He sighed and turned to look at Song He.

"You kid, you've grown so big."

Although they look similar in age, they are Song He's uncle.

"Your father...isn't bad."

"For seventeen years, I have always kept this matter in mind."

"If he had mentioned it to me before, it might not have been so complicated."

Willow shook his head slowly.

"No matter what we say, we can't just sit idly by."

"Whatever happens next, count me in."
Chapter completed!