Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 4010 God to God

Before saying the word "reassuring".

Can you take back the blood bones of that week and take them back?

Is there credibility?

"Before you didn't show up, the slave, isn't it alive?" It seems to be aware of the distrust of the night, the cold and sticky voice.

"So, as long as there is someone who replaces me, I am the next one?" The night was clear and I couldn't help but laugh.

This **** master is really interesting.

In front of her face, the main hall of the exquisite temple was drained.

Now take the example of the Emperor of the Temple of the Emperor.

Is this a threat?

Still threatening?

"In terms of your qualifications... In a short period of time, it is impossible to have someone who can replace you." The cold, sticky voice, sneer.

The night was clear and the corners of the mouth were pulled, full of swarf: "That will eventually be replaced, isn't it?"

"If you don't want to be replaced... then try to be a good slave." The cold, sticky voice, the tone is taken for granted.

The night cleared up slightly and charmingly, slowly relaxing the body and emotions, and said: "I am a slave, I have never been a slave... If nothing is enough to attract my interests, I will be unwilling. Unwilling."

The voice said very confidently: "You have the honor to be a slave to the gods. This is not enough to attract you? It will be the master of the exquisite temple, and the entire exquisite temple will be yours."

"I really can't attract it, I don't know who you are." The night cleared a face that didn't care much. "I don't have much interest in Linglong Hall."

"Her tone, obviously with a bit of temptation.

I don't know if the person didn't hear it, or I was too confident about myself.

The answer is very simple: "This **** is the gods to God!"

Spirit world? To God?

What the hell?

The night clearing said that his face was arrogant and his face was blank.

The reaction of the night clearing clearly does not satisfy the self-respect of the **** master. The tone of the other party is aggravated: "God! This **** is the **** of the gods!"

The night clears the eyelashes and trembles, and the bottom of the eye passes through a cold arc that is not easily noticeable.

The small reaction makes the night clear and easy, and guesses the other person's character.

Obviously, the other party has always been proud of their identity.

In the eyes of the other party, TA is the **** who dominates everything in the world, and everyone else is only the slave and garbage in his eyes.

There is not much change in the night, so it is a very incomprehensible opening: "God world... What do you mean by the gods of the upper three worlds? Is there really God in the realm? How can God appear in God? The land is still hidden behind the exquisite temple?"

After asking a few questions.

The night clearing is like even being convinced by myself, and grinning: "I don't believe you."

Sure enough, the **** bones on the body aggravated the strength.

It is the kind of hard feeling that is inserted directly into her flesh and blood.

The blood is sharp, as if to blend in with her flesh and blood.

"You, the despicable slave, dare to question the words of the god?"

The cold and sticky voices also became shady.

The night's painful body seemed to be late, and the forehead oozes cold sweat: "Why can't I question you? If you say it is true, how could you have such a big reaction?!"

"Oh, a slap in the face!" The cold, sticky voice snorted, and the voice was even more dangerous than before. "Since you want to know, God will satisfy you..."

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(Updated, the field wave, only one word, tired! Two words, tired! Painful and happy)

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