The crystals dripped down to the ground like a line, and fell to pieces. Ai Weier curled up, biting the tip of her tail with her pink lips, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged and couldn't vent her grievances.
"What a good thing you did!" Dongchen pushed Dongchen as if complaining and helplessly. Christina hugged Annie and turned away with resentment.
Dongchen wrinkled his nose in embarrassment, and secretly glanced at the little goblin who was silent and crying, not knowing what to do.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly weird.
"Shameless and dirty human being! You have soiled my sanctity, and you will be punished." Sobs sounded softly, and Dong Chen smiled dryly and turned his head: "You asked me if I love you just now, why did you turn around in the blink of an eye...
…”
"You're still asking!" Ai Wei'er's blurred almond eyes were swollen like peaches. She looked at Dong Chen and wished she could eat him alive.
The resentful eyes entered Dongchen's eyes, and Dongchen's embarrassed expression disappeared, and he no longer felt any guilt: "Little goblin, let me tell you, the reason why things have developed like this today is all because of you. You
Who’s to blame? You can’t blame me. If you’re to blame, it’s because you’re so stuffed and stuffed that you blocked your uncle’s way.”
"You...you..." Staring dumbfounded at the arrogant bastard in front of her, Ai Weier cried out and slapped her, but in the middle of the swing, she was slapped back to the corner of the bed by Dong Chen.
"They beat me, I admit, because I made a mistake. But who do you think you are?" He stood up without mercy and looked down at the little goblin lying on the corner of the bed. Dongchen's only guilt turned into
Fly ash.
"You, you, I will fight with you." Turning her head with blood on her lips, Ai Wei'er touched the red and hot blood marks on her face and rushed over with her teeth bared.
A violent look appeared in his eyes, and Dongchen's clenched fist was held by a pair of delicate hands.
"No." She shook her head gently and protected the little fox behind her. Christina didn't care about being choked. From the fierce light that flashed in Dongchen's eyes, she saw the murderous intention hidden in Qian's eyes.
Christina clearly understood that if this ungrateful little idiot was allowed to continue causing trouble, Dongchen would really chop her up.
"Brother, please don't hit your sister, okay?"
The big, watery eyes were pleading, extinguishing the ignited anger.
Taking Annie in his arms with pity, Dongchen glared at Ai Weier angrily: "Remember, you are just a maid at best. There is no place for you to get angry here. If you are angry, you can hold it back for me. If you have any resentment, you can bury it for me.
With."
Sitting back on the corner of the bed crying, Avril, who lost her virginity and lost contact with Kara in a short period of time, wrung her fingers in anger and grievance, kicked her little feet randomly, and her shrewd little appearance made anyone look at her happy.
But before the joy came out, Christina suddenly remembered something and blushed, glaring at Dongchen: "Damn it, when is it? You haven't invited Master and the others in yet."
His eyes were blank, and he remembered the two guys who were still drinking outside. Dongchen opened the car door anxiously. The midday sun shone down, and a striking bald head dazzled his eyes.
"Is it solved?" Outside the open car door, someone couldn't help but smile and his head was bright.
Dongchen rolled his eyes, pushed the infuriating monk in, and greeted Bergobald with all his glory. In the end, everyone ignored him.
She turned around in dismay and saw three girls looking at her. The little angel was giggling, her face was red, and her big watery eyes were filled with joy. Christina blinked in a playful manner, with a playful look on her face.
.Even Ai Wei'er snorted softly and raised her head in relief.
"Who did I mess with?"
"Namo Fudo Bodhisattva, karma will repay you, and retribution will be unsatisfactory. My Buddha will not deceive me."
"You are envious, jealous, and hateful! I don't want to be like you, a poor monk who can't eat grapes and insists that they are sour.
He secretly comforted himself and returned to the bedside. He squeezed out a seat with a straight face and said softly, "I'm hungry."
"Brother, I...I'm not feeling well, you...get yourself something to eat."
After finishing her words with a blushing face, Anne, who didn't dare to see anyone, turned around and buried her head in Christina's arms. Dongchen looked at the little angel's smooth pink back and covered his stomach speechlessly: "Christina
Na, I..."
"I'm not feeling well either." The green cat eyes flashed with a teasing look. Christina pursed her lips and chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. Dongchen was completely dumbfounded.
After looking around depressedly for a week, his eyes finally fell on Ai Wei'er, who was crying and laughing but didn't dare to make a sound. Dongchen finally found an outlet for his anger: "What are you looking at? Go cook for me."
"I, no, can." Lihua's pretty face was filled with a sneer, and her neat teeth were shining.
Dongchen clenched his fists and glared at Ai Wei'er fiercely. In the end, he was defeated by the hostile gazes of the three women. He turned around like a deflated ball and glanced at the blind monk who was silently chanting sutras with a depressed look.
He turned his head and looked at the science monster smoking a cigarette in the cab. He sighed helplessly and turned his eyes to the dining table: "How to make rice?"
It is impossible for a living person to choke to death by urinating. Just as Dongchen was thinking hard about his plan to eat, the orc camp outside had opened fire.
The broad and heavy Alpha alloy knife was inserted by his side, and he raised his hand to push away the obstructive braid. Longa stared at the tattered hover car in the distance with blood-dropping roses painted on it. He took a vicious bite of the bloodshot sand wolf steak, feeling very sad.
Strange: "Why hasn't Ai Wei'er taken action yet?"
Chewing the bloody pieces of meat, the more Longa thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
"Did Ai Wei'er fail?" The half-eaten wolf steak stopped in mid-air. Just as Longa was thinking about using other methods to deal with the bones that Dongchen and his group had chewed, a black streak appeared in the sky.
The shadow caught his attention.
Looking intently, he took a long breath, and Longa's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only half a wolf steak with teeth marks.
Pieces of blood flowers fell from the air, and scattered in the wind in the blink of an eye.
Longa's figure flashed several times, and finally he jumped up high before the black shadow fell, catching it in mid-air.
The black shadow had a pair of jet-black wings and was a harpy warrior. His whole body was covered with blood. He turned over it carefully and found that the fatal wound was on his lower back, which was a huge slash mark.
Gently opening both sides of the wound, Longa couldn't help but take a breath. As a strong man who used the Alpha alloy sword to the limit and had the name of Sword Master, what he saw in his eyes was not a wound, but a light.
A flash of sword light disappeared.
"So fast!"
The diagonal slash from bottom to top passed by in one stroke, and the flesh and blood were neat and not even rolled over. How fast is this speed?
Thinking about the duel with Dongchen that day, Longa shook his head. Dongchen was as fast as he could be, but he couldn't reach this level of sharpness.
This kind of scar must have been cut with a thin blade. It's very thin, very thin!
"Who hurt you?"
A mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, and the harpy, who had not spoken since then, stood stiff, his eyes wide open with anger, and his half-open mouth seemed to want to say something...
"Witch doctor, call the witch doctor quickly!"
Before the team running from a distance could reach them, the harpy's grip on Longa suddenly tightened, and he slumped down, unable to close his eyes until his death.
"Fake!"
The death of the harpy once again cast a shadow over the orc team, which was already worried.
He walked back slowly with heavy steps. Looking at the remaining meat, no one lost motivation.
The silent atmosphere gradually became oppressive.
Longa, who was stroking the blade, raised his eyes: "We can't wait any longer! Send the order, assemble. Let's go get Aiweier back."