[Quick Transmigration] When handsome T dresses as a female match

When Faria opened his eyes again, what he saw was the big dark tent roof. He blinked vaguely, but didn't come back to his senses.

As soon as he came up, someone slapped him across the face, until his eyes stared like gold stars.

Who is it?

The man squeezed his eyes shut.

Lippi's gloomy face appeared on top of his head, his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were erect, and the bright golden eyeballs were like dancing flames, which made people's teeth chatter.Faria smiled wryly, and wanted to raise his hand to support his body in a salute, but a severe pain in his left arm made him fall back in embarrassment.

Lippi snorted, his face looked like he was about to slap him again, "How does it feel to be brave?" Every word God of War said seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, "Do you really think your arm Is it an impregnable wall? I hacked twice in a month, eh? When did Raphael, the god under my Lippi, become such a person who doesn’t use his brain and only knows how to rush? Do you think you are Torresi? ?”

Faria remained silent and said for a long time: "If I can't set a good example for the knights under me, then I am not worthy to be the battalion commander of the stabbing camp." Popularity does not come from one place.

Lippi really wanted to slap him again, preferably with a nosebleed.

"By the way." At this moment, Faria's power-off brain was slowly switched on, and his eyes suddenly lit up, filled with a terrifying light, "Where are my people? How are they? Have you..." The young man's words choked for a moment, and he couldn't fully control his emotions when he just woke up, and he forced out a pair of red eye sockets, "Do you..."

Lippi looked at him sneeringly, and his words were like a knife's edge: "I just remembered thinking about those brats now? Why did you go?" After speaking, he turned around and left, but Faria grabbed his clothes. The young man was unwilling growled: "Teacher! Don't play with me!"

God of War looked at her with hatred, and snorted for a long time, "How long do you think you've been in a coma?"

Faria looked puzzled, "What...?"

"Do you think you've been in a coma for ten days and a half months?" Lippi had an incredulous expression, every line in the corner of his eyes expressed his concern for this student who was usually so smart and so stupid, but now is as stupid as a pig and dog. disgusted by:

"Honey, it's been less than half an hour since you died." The man said softly, looking at Faria with satisfaction as if he had been struck by lightning.

In the next second, the young man on the bed jumped up with a carp, his figure slippery, and he ran out before the quilt fell off—then he was kicked by Lippi's quick-sighted sweeping legs and fell to the side of the table.

Faria rolled around in embarrassment, leaned against the edge of the table and gasped heavily, her face was like gold paper, thick blood oozes again from the gauze tied hastily on her left arm.

"No," he said intermittently, as if he couldn't catch his breath, paleness and flushing alternately flashed on his terrible face, "I can't just throw them down on the battlefield like that, they will die !” The young man roared, his voice suddenly choked with tears.

It's hard to describe Faria's expression at the moment, like a little girl who has been forced, or a hero with a broken arm.

Lippi looked at him coolly, seeing that his favorite student was as fragile as a weak boy, his body trembling almost crying.

He vaguely felt that he saw the peak match between Faria and Torresi ten years ago. Faria lost the right to wear Felia since then. At that moment, Faria knelt on Felia In front of Ya, looking at the deep purple demon god that he had longed to miss, he cried hoarsely.

The hot hope and despair in the corner of his eyes are so similar to this moment.

At this second, Lippi felt as if he saw Faria at that time again.

In nearly 30 years, the most gentle and fragile God Raphael.

Thinking about it this way, Lippi felt that he couldn't say any harsh words, but felt that his heart was full of tenderness.

"Damn boy, you think Torresi and your junior sister are dead, right?"

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The intensity of the battle is frightening.

Torresi is indeed a real genius, no matter what aspect.He managed to barely control this fierce war beast of the Principality of Ross with less than a month of experience as a temporary leader of the Assassination Battalion.

Looking at the smoky yet orderly battlefield, Zhu Qing applauded Torresi in his heart.

Facing the Qiyue fighters, the mecha man can carry five without any problem.But in the face of the magic machine gun, the mecha man is very reluctant to carry one out of five. If there are three people in a group, at least two groups are needed.

After careful calculation, the Principality of Ross barely has enough people, even a little stretched.

Zhu Qing slashed a Tasilian who was rushing from the side with his sword, and the bronze sword made a crisp click. her approximate location.

The human demon trembled for a moment, one rolled over on the spot, and the dusty stone oak hit her head and face. She didn't care about it at all, struggling desperately, mobilizing the potential of her whole body, like a fish falling on the ground thirsty for water.

With a loud bang, the small mound that the woman jumped off just now exploded, and the Qiyue warrior who had just been cut in half by her volley turned into bloody flowers all over the sky, and dozens of kilograms of floating soil fell down like a big wave. The blows hit layer by layer, and Zhu Qing couldn't breathe out of the smashing.

The thick soil covered the woman's body in the bronze mech, which looked like a corpse from a distance.

The Divine Machine Cannon moved the gun mount, turned the black gun barrel in satisfaction, and went in another direction.

Only then did Zhu Qing raise her head, coughing half to death, the dust with tension was like a glue with strong adhesion, firmly sucking her lungs, making her face turn purple and her trachea filled with wind.

She stared sullenly at the magic machine gun that was slowly moving away not far away, and all the replays in her mind were Faria's shocking and weeping cut less than an hour ago.

Just watch and see how my old lady puts you down.

Isn't it close?Who wouldn't.

Torresi let out a shout, and the twelve-pronged sword formation behind Felia unfolded like spikes, and the four Qiyue people who were besieging him were pierced through the waist and ribs one after another, blood gushed out, and the man fiercely pulled out a The epee behind his back was raised high above his head, and swung down heavily!

The light of the knife is like the moon.

The dull sound of tearing and tearing flesh and blood made people's teeth sore.

After a series of blunt noises, four human heads were thrown into the air, and the carotid artery gushed out like a fountain of blood, pouring on Fei Liya's head and body, dripping slowly from the cracks in the steel like lubricating oil.Torresi took a breath, and turned his head to look in Zhu Qing's direction. If he didn't look, he wouldn't know, and if he didn't look, he would be shocked!

He could not lose sight of how the Divine Machine Cannon fiercely attacked in the direction of his delicate and frail little junior sister, and how it exploded like a sky-shattering explosion that blasted five or six meters high earth waves. And how did Tulang put his little junior sister under the peak of the waves without a single hair left.

The man waited for a long time with cold hands and feet, only to feel that the flattened exploding land was so unbearable that he wanted to drive people crazy.

It is so flat, so flat that there is no trace of life left.

Ah Shan, the young man roared in pain.

Are you dead or not?If you are not dead, you should show your head.

Then he saw the beautiful and charming little junior sister pop out like a down-and-out mouse that fell into a pit, and she drew out her epee vigorously, and chased after the smoking butt of the magic machine gun.

went.

The.

Torresi: ...

The man yelled: "I'm your mother, Xiao Shan, you fucking stop!" He picked up his sword and chased after him.

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In front of him was a mecha man who fell down like cutting wheat, and Zhu Qing followed behind the magic machine gun, feeling as if a fire was scorching every inch of his heart and lungs.

She was angry, and she knew it clearly.

The pain of Liaoyuan Liaoyuan made her unable to understand the source of her anger. It was so frightening and bewildering.

It's not that she hasn't seen dead people, or piled up corpses.

Even when she was in exile on the border of the Middle East, she had seen many corpses and seas of blood.

However, Zhu Qing closed his eyes and felt that his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

——Never before has she been so bewildered.

With a sword against a Qiyue soldier who was too late to turn around, Zhu Qing opened the three heavy swords on his left arm expressionlessly, making a series of aggressive blunt noises, and the blade pierced the man's waist and abdomen one by one, flowing The hot intestines were wet and sticky, left on the sharp blade of the woman.She watched with a blank face, coldly confirmed the death of the person in her hand, took a deep breath, and the titanium gold right arm covered with heavy swords and machine wheels put the armpit of the cold corpse.

The corpse, which was still emitting heat, writhed strangely, stood weakly and limply, and Zhu Qing silently pulled him onto the mask that was bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Step by step, he approached the powerful magic machine gun less than a hundred meters ahead.

Like a living person with inconvenient legs and feet.

Footprints of different shades are hidden on the floating soil of the explosion.

The God Machine Cannon didn't realize it.

Zhu Qing pressed without saying a word, calm like a black snake lurking in the dark water plants.

Closer, closer.

The barrel of the Divine Machine Cannon turned around and turned back again.

Zhu Qing took a deep breath, let go of his hand suddenly, and the dead body in his hand fell silently to the ground, and the broken visor shattered when it touched the ground, revealing a pale and unrepentant face.

The woman lightly drew out an epee, held it upright in her right hand, and pressed the spring on her left arm. There was a sharp sound, as if the air was being cut.The remaining eight epee swords bloomed like a flower screen on her bronze-colored back.

The sun shone down, and the monsters in the bright light were as dazzling as unsheathed swords, with overwhelming sharpness and edge.

Without saying a word, she took a few steps back, stepped on the ground, muttered something in a low voice, and jumped up high!

The flexible limbs are like a locust tree that has taken root, and it is stained with the ghostly spirit of begging for blood for no reason. It seems that a glance makes people's eyebrows cold. The golden eyes of the eagle flying on the bronze head are like flowing gold. magma!

Her whole body was turned over at a large angle, and she paused briefly in the air. The nine epee swords were like golden sunflowers growing toward the sun, bursting with dazzling vitality, as if sucking flesh and blood—then, in Torresi's canthus, In the eyes, the woman fell heavily, and the silver-cold blade accurately landed on the top seat of the magic cannon.

With a loud bang, the Divine Machine Cannon cracked beautiful gaps like a crystal castle made of glass.

The rushing water of Tanghu Lake is like a gluttonous giant beast, and the surging dark blue rushes forward with unrivaled momentum, drowning everything on the battlefield in an instant.

Soup Lake is high tide.

Torresi's eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and his internal organs were so painful that he almost vomited blood.

He watched helplessly as Zhu Qing's falling figure fell into the rushing deep water of Tanghu Lake without a splash.

"Xiao Shan—!"