Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 814 is always when you have the patience to run out

The place where the night falls and the place where it is selected is the stone wall that has been sealed with the totem of the tomb!

The head of the mausoleum on the stone wall is the organ of the stone wall.

As long as you master this, there is still time for the South Palace to discharge the corpse.

The group ran all the way, and soon after, they reached the stone wall.

The night cleared the mercenaries back to the middle of the tomb of the Tomb of the Tomb, and looked at it and did not see the corpse that was caught up.

She was relieved.

Senior corpses are not afraid of fire.

But how many corpses are still affected.

At least, for a while, the five bodies could not escape the burning of the fire.

At night, the last one crossed the stone wall, and the speed was pressed on the stone wall.

It was a deafening "rumbling" sound, and the open stone wall slowly closed.

The people breathed a sigh of relief and held the gasping of the big mouth.

At this time, I also completely ignored the wall, the slippery vines and the mossy hair that stood upside down.

Zi Qianqian helped Nangong to sit down on the rock wall.

Nothing was wasted at night, and he walked straight to the side of Nangong’s fabulous, half-squatting down and picking up his arm that was eroded by the corpse.

The touch of the start, and its cold.

A little touch, it is like touching the ice.

Eviscerate cool.

The feeling of clearing at night was a bit dignified, and I looked at the face of Nangong with a fine look.

Nangong was very close to the eyes, and the forehead oozes a thin layer of coldness, and the eyelashes are actually contaminated with a circle of frost.

Below the corner of the eye, it has been covered with a black.

The situation is more serious than expected.

"Taro, you have to expel the corpse for him as soon as possible!" The ear is the urging voice of the old man. "If the corpse is filled into the heart and erodes Xuan Xinyu, he will not be saved."

The night fell and took a deep breath.

She has not been involved in the method of discharging the corpse.

Only when I was reading the materials of the Tomb of the Tomb of Kings last night, I also imagined the problem of corpse.

At that time, I only asked the old man about the simple way to avoid the corpse, and did not delve into it.

At this point, she only listened to the command of the old man.

At night, the palm of the hand fell, and the red feather fan slipped into the palm of her hand. She pinched the fan handle and slid a fingertip and slid out a sharp dagger.

She straightened the arm of Nangong, and the dagger was about to cut off his wound.

But it was held by Zi Qianqian, "What are you going to do!"

"Let's let go!" The night fell and the eyebrows were unsatisfied, and I was very skeptical, "I really doubt the true strength of the gold medal mercenary group."

In her tone, she did not bother to ridicule: "Since entering the Tomb of the Tomb, you have killed the Gods and Mercenaries for three times and five times, causing problems, dragging our actions and causing my burden."

"You...what do you say!" Ziqian was so angry that he had a beautiful face, and a pair of cold scorpions were full of anger.

The night cleared and snorted: "What do I say, you understand in your own heart. If you know that you are such a waste, I will never sign the deal with you!"

These words are completely red. The bare naked will kill the mercenary group, and the disgrace is clean.

The mercenaries of the world mercenary group felt very upset.

In the heart of their own deputy head of the group, angered thirty-two praise!

From start to finish, the Killing Mercenary Corps will position itself in a high position.

It seems that accompanying them into the bottom of the Tomb of the Tomb is condescending to be expensive.

In fact, the performance of the killing mercenary group is completely the existence of a drag bottle.

Not only did it not play a practical role, it even continually provoked troubles one after another.

At night, the lips are cold and cold, and the coolness of the bottom of the eyes is even more: "I am not a saint, and I always have the time to run out of patience."

(End of this chapter)