The dark thousand forbearance department is different again.
"My Lord, please have a rest first." An elder who had a narrow escape came behind him respectfully.
"Don’t worry," Ji shook his head. "You continue to check around. I want to know if the robbery is there."
"Yes, my Lord," the elder hesitated for a moment or withdrew.
Ji knows what he is hesitating about. He knows that many people have been dissatisfied with themselves.
Should I get involved in this muddy water, and now it’s like this
But after all, then don’t think about what to do.
Never regret is the best truth that has been carried out in life for so many years
He wants to know one thing now.
Where is the robbery?
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Where is the robbery?
He is actually still in Tianwang Mountain.
He didn’t have a yellowbird in the back somewhere near the fallen leaves city, as Ji guessed.
Because at the beginning of the plan, that person had told him that when everything developed smoothly to a balanced sectarian eastward.
Then Prescott’s royal hand is imperative.
Because they have put up with it for too long.
A family deprive of its crown has endured humiliation and drag out an ignoble existence for so many year.
Isn’t that such an opportunity?
Although this opportunity is not good.
But how do you know if you don’t gamble?
Robbery is also gambling.
He bet something different from those people.
He need neither force nor anything else.
He wants to destroy
He will follow whoever can bring him to ruin everything.
Now that person can
So he said wait.
Then he will stay here and wait until …
That man came back.
At that time, he believed that everything would end.
Ps sleep
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"Snow-"
At the last minute when the rain stopped
In the corner forgotten by the world
The sharp axe blade easily pierced the fragile * *
Finally …
still
"Well done … my brother." Dreius clung to the double-edged axe that pierced his body to prevent it from being pulled out of his body.
Don’t let Draven’s trembling hands loose.
"Draven …" Draeus tried to lift himself up and look at his brother across from his heavy eyelids and said, "Don’t cry."
Devon didn’t cry. He still wore that ferocious mask.
At last rain came from his horrible face.
It’s not like tears at all.
"I …" Draven’s voice was depressed to the extreme as if he were trying to suppress something …
Sad?
"Draven, you killed me, hahahaha." Draeus was really dying. He was hit by Draven’s sharp axe in the abdomen and even his intestines were broken.
The blood keeps flowing, and he is hopeless.