The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 900 The Tribulation of Mutual Failure

  Lu Huaijiang's mind was muddled.

  The memory of the first emperor, the memory of the sixth child flooded in my mind.

  There were countless unforgettable moments, almost drowning him.

  When he merged his memories, his face was as pale as paper when he stood up.

   Cthulhu is still beeping in his mind: "None of these incarnations are worry-free. I don't think any of you are worry-free. All of you won't be up for it. For the sake of a woman, the world won't want anything that is worthless."

"Lao Liu dare to bet with this seat, I think he has eaten the gall of a leopard! He is like this incarnation of your blind eyes? A boring blind, blind hearted thing!! Don't let it day by day. This seat is free of worries, and this seat is mad!” The evil **** wants to kill the eight incarnations, and go up.

   But Lu Huaijiang is now only a step away, and he refuses to merge with him finally, so he can only stare.

  Only by returning to the original source can he control his emotions.

   Cthulhu, angry and angry.

   "He was here just now, you didn't say anything, now you can do it afterwards?" Lu Huaijiang's tone was a bit contemptuous.

   Cthulhu quickly exploded: "You won't be afraid of him as this seat? He is just the incarnation of this seat, and this seat will be jealous of him?" He is the source, the purest trace of power of the Heretic God. He will be afraid of the sixth child, a joke!

"This seat is only angry. He dare to bet with this seat. Who gives him the courage? If this seat is in love with that dead girl, this seat will chop off his head and use it as a stool to sit on! You are also deeply affected by things you don't know. Its harm." The Cthulhu had already seen the eighth life experience, and only felt that there was no pressure at all.

  Speaking of several incarnations, the evil **** looked like he wanted to live and hated it.

   I hate it for indisputable.

  Lu Huaijiang chuckled softly and rolled his eyes.

  The white hands pinched slightly, and there was a touch of spiritual energy in the air.

  A transparent spirit sword appeared in front of Lu Huaijiang, which was the sixth natal sword.

  Only loyal to the master.

  Lu Huaijiang stretched out his hand and shook it, and he felt the joy of life spirit sword. This is a sword spirit.

   "It's no wonder that Lao Liu hasn't died. It turned out that the sword spirit has been supporting him." The evil **** suddenly.

  "This life spirit sword is a good thing, but it's a pity that the sword body is destroyed and only a touch of sword spirit is left. However, if the sword spirit is well raised and cultivated well, it can also be transformed."

  Lu Huaijiang lightly touched the transparent spirit sword, and could not help but smile when he felt his joyful breath.

   With a light flick, he retracted Lu Huaijiang's body.

  When you are empty, you must regain a sword body for the sword spirit.

  Or, help him transform.

  The wind is blowing, and the breeze blows through the peach forest. Peach blossoms fell on the ground one after another, swirling around Lu Huaijiang.

  Perhaps, he did not regard Lulu as his sister.

  Lu Huaijiang took a deep look at the deer, then slowly disappeared under the peach tree.

  Lulu lay down in front of the window and took a nap, with bright peach blossoms falling on her shoulders. It fell on the tip of her eyebrows, on the tip of her nose, on the palm of her hand.

   In her sleep, the little girl burst into tears, as if she had a deep nightmare.

  The little girl frowned her delicate brows and clenched her hands tightly.

   Tears fell from her cheeks unconsciously.

  The Lulu in his sleep was full of blood in his hands, and his hands were soaked in blood.

  She seemed to stabbed someone.

  The man said: Remember me.

  Lulu's heart jumped suddenly and opened his eyes.

  The redness of the eyebrows is amazing, it seems that there is some kind of inextricable restriction.

  (End of this chapter)