Masked knight swordsman tower

During the celebration, people cheered louder and louder, and a figure much nobler than the emperor suddenly appeared behind the earth.

I looked at the mafia and enthusiastic citizens who surrounded me indifferently. Almost every one of them had dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept for many days.

If I asked them, they would definitely say that they had a good dream last night. I looked around, desperately trying to find a box, but I found nothing.

I was a little anxious, but the sudden incident on stage once again pulled the incident into the center of chaos.

The mouse king's knife stabbed in directly from the emperor's back, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the mafia and enthusiastic citizens surrounded all around directly started to fight.

The Shu King stood on the high platform and casually kicked the "corpse" of the Great Emperor aside. He looked around, not knowing who he was looking for.

The sandstorm once again appeared at the feet of this old man who had lived in Longmen for an unknown number of years, but there was no sign of spreading, only a seemingly thin round bubble formed around it.

In the next second, a flame drawn by a magic staff hit the thin shield, but it didn't cause any ripples.

"Your friend is in a difficult battle, don't you plan to help?" Mouse King looked at Mostima in front of him with a smile, and now Mostima also smiled confidently.

"You seem to be different from before. In just one conversation, you have become so much stronger. Is this the power of youth?" Shu Wang seemed to be muttering, but his tone was filled with sincere admiration.

"I'm very relieved to have him in the following matters." Mostima replied, now he, the two staffs are like the extension of her arms, and all the time at this moment is flickering in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, I really can't bear such a big trust." Although I still miss the damn Pandora in my heart, it is impossible for me to watch the group of guys around me fall into a hard fight.

Of course, it is easy to deal with this group of flesh-and-blood guys, but now the enthusiastic citizens and the mafia actually want to drown the guys from Penguin Logistics here by relying on their numbers.

The sound of sniper rifles was roaring in the distance, everyone in Penguin Logistics was fighting on their own, and Bai Song was also provoked to fight like he was enlightened, of course he was always watching the young master's butler in the dark Of course, the safety of Baisong must also be ensured.

Countless people attacked us with dark circles under their eyes on the street, which is indeed a bit creepy, but if you don't resist, you will really die!

I have to keep an eye out for boxes that may appear, but I also have an obligation to ensure the safety of Penguin Logistics present.

"You're still focusing on that person." Mostima didn't try his best either, the girl accepted by the Dragon of Time was almost at the same level as the Mouse King.

The seemingly fierce battle between the two didn't actually put much effort into it. If the two of them got serious, the fight tonight might turn into a massacre.

"That's enough." I knocked out an enthusiastic citizen, and took off the arm of a mafioso. This group of people also realized that I was not easy to mess with, and they all formed a group to bully young people like Bai Song .

Huaihu and Brother Zi have changed their target of the enemy, and are no longer entangled in the battle with Penguin Logistics. Now as long as they get out of here, they can talk about anything.

"I have to care about that guy, I knew from the very beginning that I made the bomb, and is that guy a bit too powerful as a robot?" I can catch the voice of the Mouse King, and he seems to be staring at me all the time.

"Aren't you two really going to help? And Huaihu, don't you have an exam tomorrow afternoon?" I pushed Brother Zi and Huaihu out of the encirclement. Although these two little guys are not enemies, they are not enemies either. Target.

In case of injury, there is no way to deal with Hum and Ah.The two guys on the other side are now watching a show, Iss is still worrying about his overtime pay, and the "suffering narrator" is dumbfounded at the emperor's body.

"I don't want to get involved. I'm just a manager, and I don't have much fighting ability." Iss shook his head, it had nothing to do with him.

But the "reporter of suffering" didn't answer me, her goal was on Mastema.

"What about her?..." The suffering narrator couldn't understand. She was the guardian of Mostima, but she hadn't seen her in less than a day, but the target of her surveillance seemed to be a different person, no matter what Whether it was the suddenly shining angel halo or the two stable staffs, it felt like Mastema had changed.

"Isn't it? It's beautiful. This is the posture that Mostima should have, and this is the posture that the Dragon of Time should have." I looked at the suffering narrator and met her eyes.

But her suspicious and hostile eyes didn't make me look away, I smiled at her, "Don't look at me like that, I know her mother."

The suffering narrator, who didn’t know how to answer, greeted Iss and then turned and left. She must have gone to check on me, an unknown guy. Of course, I couldn’t reassure her, but she didn’t do anything. The biggest concession was made.

Finally, Mr. Shu King also realized that if we keep fighting like this, we can even play until dawn, and he has no way to completely suppress the awakened Mostima.

He paused heavily on the Civilization Staff in his hand, and the thin shield on his body exploded like a punctured bubble, instantly suppressing Mostima's Originium skill.

Although the dragon of light has been completely reconciled, it does not mean that it has completely mastered these powers, and it is still slightly inferior to the mouse king who has accumulated power all the year round.

Thanks to the merciful efforts of Penguin Logistics and my men, all of us stood under the high platform of the Mouse King.

"It seems that everyone is here, and young people will always make their own choices. Even if you will be smashed to pieces on the wind and rain, you will always act so persistently." The rat king's singing makes people feel meaningful but not Too much practicality.

I also found the Great Emperor's body. Although it was very soft, I discovered his secrets from the gaps in the bones and muscles, especially around the brain.

"Is it really a righteous skeleton?" I started to repair the emperor's righteous skeleton, and finally put a thoughtful band-aid on the emperor's wound.

And just after I finished the work and handed over the emperor to Yisi, the yellow sand rose out of thin air, and the rat king also started the last carnival belonging to the night of requiem. Penguin logistics group beat centenarians?

Respect the old and love the young, comrades, be merciful, comrades, I know that saying this is meaningless at all, the power of the Mouse King is definitely suppressive now.

Croissant's hammer was entangled in quicksand, Neng Angel couldn't even pierce the sand shield on the Mouse King, and Texas was too far away, so Kong was just a support.

At a deadlock.