The glory of the king Wang Zhaojun and the soul of the uncle

Shenxiaokuang was in the toilet, feeling for the toilet paper with one hand, and looking for the red thread with the other, and finally only touched the outer packaging of the pale pink aunt's towel.

God stared at the aunt's scarf of fate for a long time, then said indifferently: "Let's do it."

Connect Han Xin and Wang Zhaojun.

"2333333~"

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Over there, Han Xin has already come out of the death countdown.

He planned to take revenge in the middle lane.

Fuck you brother, I want a head!

He wants to play with Li Bai's head by holding Li Bai's stupid hair!

Han Xin passed by the middle road, saw Wang Zhaojun, turned around and went to Li Bai's wild area.

——At that moment, it was like seeing the beautiful snow lotus in the cold, the beautiful woman standing in the middle of the sky and the earth, Han Xin's heartbeat was like a wild horse running wild, and its four hooves crackled and hammered to the ground.

There is such a beauty in this world!

Do not!no!

He can't just face her like this!At least Li Bai's head must be taken back - meet as a victor!

Channel: (Han Xin) "I'll deal with Li Bai first!"

After Wang Zhaojun finished fighting, he vaguely felt that he saw something red just now.

Hou Yi passed by the middle road, saw Wang Zhaojun, carefully compared the difference between the big move he shot towards Li Bai and Wang Zhaojun's Phoenix, and then turned around and went to Li Bai's wild area without hesitation.

Channel: (Houyi) "Li Bai, add me."

God: "That's right, they're all birds anyway, and the red one and the red one look good as husband and wife."

After God said this, he was distressed by the broken red threads all over the floor, that is, the pink aunt's towel plastic threads of fate. They were scattered everywhere because of God's irresponsible tampering.

——If it connects to some strange place...that's okay hehehe~

Wang Zhaojun started a tower.

Angela passed by the middle road, saw Wang Zhaojun, threw a red doll into the blank space, and turned around to Li Bai's wild area.

Channel: (Angela) "I don't have enough big moves, I can't beat her alone, let's help you deal with Li Bai first."

Wang Zhaojun's pawn lines were exhausted, and he began to wait for the next wave of pawn lines.

Cai Wenji passed the center line.

Channel: (Cai Wenji) "I'm here to guard the tower. Go and fight Li Bai."

Wang Zhaojun started Tower A again.

Cai Wenji lost the ball first—hey hey missed.

It's okay, I'm still big.

Cai Wenji stood in front of the tower, using both big and small moves, the rhythm of Hu Jiaqin moving and playing, and a special effect under the tower.

Cai Wenji: I can't do anything else, it's okay for me to help the tower resist, come on, let the storm come more violently!

Wang Zhaojun, who had been calming down for a long time, finally slowly put down the staff in his hand, his eyes were watery, and he stared straight at Cai Wenji, who was playing the prelude to the pagoda.

Cai Wenji was overwhelmed by such distant eyes.

"Is there no enemy here?" Wang Zhaojun began to move forward.

"No, Sister Zhaojun, listen to my explanation!" Looking at Wang Zhaojun who was running out of troops but still wanted to enter the tower, Wen Ji became anxious.

"explain……"

Cai Wenji's heart sank.

Yes, a woman like Sister Zhaojun naturally hopes that everyone will treat her equally.It's an insult to avoid fighting her like they do!

"Sister Zhaojun—"

Little Lolita, who had completely misunderstood, firmly held her small fist, and watched Wang Zhaojun's fragile blood disappear under the tower with eyes full of tears.

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Uncle: "I understand, the enemy of this game is actually the tower."

God: "It's good that you understand."

Uncle: "That loli just now was so cute hehehe~"

God: "Three years start, the maximum death penalty."

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Li Bai.

Li Bai, let's talk about it later.

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The death countdown is over.

When Wang Zhaojun returned to the spring, Zhuge Liang was also there.

Yinglan's flying feathers were scattered in the air, and the handsome man in the flying feathers shook his lupine calmly, his neat short hair fluttered slightly in the soft wind, and his wise eyes reflected Wang Zhaojun's slim reflection in the next second.

Wang Zhaojun: Has anyone ever told you that Uncle hates handsome men the most.

Under this indescribably narrow-minded mentality of envy, jealousy and hatred of the wretched uncle, Wang Zhaojun's clear voice like a bell finally uttered an unusually indifferent sentence: "What a coincidence"

The man in the flying feathers suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, that smile seemed like a god, making the whole spring light up—"Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you."