Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest

If Yan Yu were asked to evaluate the strength of this Giobini, he would probably be on par with Beijing Master Liu Longtao.

This is ridiculous: Jing Ye, who was trained with all the resources of the country, couldn't even crush a common supernatural person? But if you think about it carefully, you will come to an even more chilling conclusion.

Where do Jingye's national resources come from? They are not produced by the industrial system, but collected from secret places that have emerged all over the country.

It's still three against three, but now both sides have lost two combat forces due to special reasons. Of course, the reasons and motives of the human camp are rather stupid, but with the full agreement of the team leader over there, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"Sir, don't you think your decision was too hasty?" Cangyue's voice came through the glass door of the bathroom. The Cangqiong Secret Book was thrown outside the bathroom along with the clothes he took off, so Cangyue's shadow could not get in, only his voice could get in.

At the place where they met Bai Zhen just now, Bai Zhen, who had looked dejected before, suddenly stood up. He was no longer as dying as before.

She saw Lin Zhixiao hunched over and half squatting from afar, looking around. Knowing that Lin Zhixiao was looking for her, she felt naughty and decided to scare Lin Zhixiao.

The transvestite on the second floor was not much better. At this time, he tried to test her with the wolf bow and arrow he carried with him.

Although he despised him in his heart, Qianyun did not dare to offend him on the surface. He knew that this master was the one who should not be offended, otherwise he would end up like the two brothers just now. It would only take a few minutes to kill the patient.

Something is wrong! This is not the quality that my body should have, or I have been confident about my body for a long time, especially after this game is about to end, I also got more direction and goals.

A knife wolf with the same identity as me began to report his findings as a scout, but at this time everyone looked at me, the person who gradually had many labels.

Qiao Hua shook his head lightly. He wanted to make a move later, but being around Niu Ben really made him feel uneasy. At that moment, when the Black Panther Deacon showed his true form in anger, he flashed in front of Li Shan.

When Wen Qingye heard this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Dongfang Wuyun and the Twelve Red Maple Altars have always been at odds with each other. Could it be that this Taoist Yeyou knows that he is now the master of the Twelve Red Maple Altars?

At this time, Yaya gave him a different feeling. He always felt very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Now you, Wang Yu, should be satisfied, right? Even Luo Tianli and the nannies were dumbfounded. Song Xingzhi, the richest man in Hong Kong and a powerful figure, actually apologized to Wang Yu and admitted his mistake.

These two people were none other than Chen Butian and Chen Mo, the uncle and nephew from the Changsheng Sect who had met Zhang Wei in the Xuanwu Mountains before.

"Are you showing us a tattoo collection? We don't get tattoos!" Long Wu looked for a long time and said in confusion.

But at this moment, black smoke came out of the coffin, scaring the mercenary so much that he opened his eyes wide and didn't react.

The interior is decorated magnificently, elegantly and the prices are mid-range, so even though it’s only evening, there are already a lot of people playing around inside, coming and going.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded in the woods. Chen Mo walked up, squatted down, turned the lying person over, and saw the pale face, which was surprisingly familiar.

Li Yuanba, not willing to be outdone, burst out with all his might. The ground beneath his feet broke into pieces, dirt flew up, and the strong wind made the clothes of Qin Jun and the other two rustle, and they kept on cheering.

It's just not as green as the cabbage grown outside, it's a little yellowish, but in the middle of winter, it's good to have fresh cabbage to eat! Who cares about the color?

After searching for half an hour, when Song Zhe felt that Chu Wan'er had disappeared between heaven and earth, he sensed a faint wave coming from underground.