The second layer, the corpses, the soldiers, and the workers.

Every concierge was chattering, and the black-haired chirp slowed down, and it was like this leisurely strolling around to find it..........

No, no, no, no—

In the room behind the end of the corridor on the second floor, Wang Mu was accustomed to sweeping a piece of alfalfa, and was ready to transfer to the third floor.

Suddenly, the black hair reacted suddenly, and the blue eyes of the black hair were over.

The remnants of the room were standing quietly on the side of the table.

It is about two meters high, built of concrete and steel bars, and contains traces of spray paint.

——-173。

It's a mile away.

The black-haired chick turned his head and moved his head, and the transfer of the note was still burning 173 to catch the down.

A bloodthirsty wolf, a fierce wolf, a beetle, a hairy movement condition up to the palace, -173 after the jump speed shifted to the king of Mu Qi.

Look at the steel steel bone Zhi body.

The carving is a special concept of breaking the neck, and the whole three hundred and six degrees of Wang Mu's head is turned around.

Lu Xun is so ruthless that he will be ruthless in Nafilil.

The battle for Zhi's bloody hair is swaying, and he is injured by the inverted speed.

Wang Musi moved his palms slowly, and with one blow, he would carve and fly. Accompanied by the shattering of the wall, the 173 Flying Ridge smashed through the wall, and fell to see the hard wall inlaid into the wall.

- Bang!

The building shook and shook, and the slabs shook and shook like snowflakes.

1.4 Pretentiousness and sorrow, Wang Muyu stared at -173, and the corners of his mouth were happy.

"Niss likes to be surprised, and the fund is very happy."

“……”

There was no answer, -173 did not say a word of condolence.

Looking at the new time, 173 and his wife are ordinary carvings, and the walls are moving.

Ke let the pity fall to the rest of the earth, and the coop endured Wang Mu's super-suffocation, 173 not to mention the injury, even the skin of the pit was cracked, and the hardness of the coke was unbelievable.

'Ah, Mu, this 173 Ke Qi is lying on the Ni Qi Sect of Fen ...... It's weird. 'It's hard to say, Ah, Sai Ya Yu Wang Mu reminded him in his head.

"Wait and see."

Wang Mu's gaze was not far from the static carving.

The strange and gloomy atmosphere only did not disappear, and the regurgitation intensified. -173 After looking at Zhi, he will be a member of the fund, and this is also a testament to the fate of the fund.

In terms of miles, it was enough for a long time to blink at the king of the Buddha and should take advantage of the situation to pick up the carving, and after the burning of this building, it was said that it was a blessing for the sake of the Bodhisattva.

The danger of the danger made the black hair not easy to lose, and the 173 stalemate.

-- Wang Mushi trusts and feels good.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

All of a sudden, the silence of the building was dripping with rainwater.

The old flower board was soaked, the black hair was carved a short distance, and the slices of lime were soaked, and then the blood and water were quickly dyed red.

It was so quiet that it seemed to be a violent demolition relationship, and it was close to the edge, and Wang Mutou put the lime on top of the guard to support the water flow and erosion, and the alfalfa watched the squeezing away the process of blocking its sight-173.

-173, even if it is a millisecond of a slit, it clutches tightly.

Come on!

Diotz attacked.

The high degree of the essence of the saint set, Wang Mu regretted which piece of lime was pressed slowly, and every time he rolled, every one fell into speed, Wang Mu was clear and clear.

The right palm is wrapped around the current of Qi Xiaoji, increasing it and exaggerating it.

In the end, the lime fell to block the crutche-173 wall.

Suddenly, danger strikes from behind.

Afraid of the cloth carving and the hair of the Hung Son Wave it is afraid of the speed, the inlay of the wall is detached, and the black hair is reversed and the back guard is placed, and the stiff and concrete arms are tied together and dare to let the sight break the neck, and the jaw is turbulent to let the scene of the scene of the Gang T

At this time, Wang Mu was not prepared as soon as possible.

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With the move, the usurpation of the battle of the Zhizhi to win the battle to win the battle of the Emperor came to the power of the Qi Qi pick up the two hair and waved the might, it lost the whole thing, and the shape of the Sakai Zhizhi was lost, and the shadow of the Emperor was lost.

Seven picks up two - through the quiet!

Lose the shape of the scarf, burn the attack damage of the Ringe, and -173 points of double palm twisting.

The carving was stunned and stunned, as if the surging and unraveling had not broken the neck of the cockroach. It lifted its palm again, and tried to stranch it over the 173 Juts, and Wang Muyu turned his head, and his blue eyes shook the new lock.

Without looking at it, -173 stopped moving.

The king of Lu stopped holding his palm.

The black hair chirped a handful of carved rough necks, mocked the back, and wound the current with the right palm and smashed the 173 chests.

It doesn't matter how hard you are, it's always okay to attack first. Destroying the containment pot is almost every attempt to discuss.

Boom.

—173 Pi Jing has strengthened his fist and knocked down one floor, and he is even choked and deeply guarded, and he is tortured and tortured by Wang Mu and attacks Qi Shi.

Ma Ping, not to pick up the history of the collapse of the building.

The wreckage of the plane slammed into it, and the Philiplins violently demolished it twice in a row, and it was no matter which one of them exceeded the range of the building.

As the bricks collapsed, Wang Mu stepped on the slabs and shattered them. It reversed the speed of the Giant and rushed straight into the black cave of the 173 smashing the lacquer.

Zizizizi.

The blue thunder snake seems to be unable to save the life of the king of the mud around the mountain, and the current is shining, and it is clamping and dying and disappearing, watching it shine and shine with green eyes.

"The upgraded version of the 173, which one should be like a fool?"

The black-haired chick pulled into the distance between his face and cheek, and said lightly.

"Wo Ni Ken Worm whispered and spoke, and he didn't think about it, and he told Wo, what is Ni Xiang!"

What makes it feel dangerous is not an ordinary containment can't help it. This scumbag is not yet in danger, and Wang Muyu has not yet left the water, and Wang Muyu has allowed the hidden dangers to exist.

“……”

-173 did not answer, but replied.

The lacquer is black, and the sound of the king's pastoral language is called according to the burning of the current and the thin ridge.

Wang Muzi asked, and the sound of the sound was comfortable.