Chapter 1201: : Manor Sorrow

Under the gold rush town, a group of elite soldiers are tightly crowding Jingrenjing in the middle.
Jin Jia led the team in his own right, while he was waiting Jing Jing to identify the direction, while anxiously looking at the watch.
On his chest, a intermittent voice came from the communicator: "The owner is still ... hissing ... hissing ... still delaying time! You ... hurry ..."
The space here is broken and broken, twisted and folded, and it is only a few dozen meters deep underground, and it is almost impossible to communicate.
"Received," Jin Jia whispered, looking at Jing Xu again.
Next to him, several human soldiers were extremely anxious: "This guy is so unreliable, it just recognizes the way, why is it so slow ..."
Suddenly Jing Jing decided a direction: "Here you follow me, don't leave me too far!"
With that said, he turned around and strode forward, and Jin Jia and others hurried to keep up and guard him in the middle.
Behind Jin Jia, followed by a human soldier, carrying a large black football ball on his back.
The ball was very heavy, shiny and shiny, and even oiled and waxed, it was spotlessly maintained.
It can be seen that the mallet takes great care of his feet.
After struggling for so long, the mallet finally found a foot with the right material, weight and size. Every day, he polished it brightly. When walking on the dirt, he always held his foot in his arms and had one leg. Jumping, sometimes even putting on shoe covers.
This is how life is. Only when you lose it will you feel unfortunate.
So when Zhuang not far said that his feet were needed, he was reluctant, pouting, bitter, almost crying.
But he still suddenly touched his nose, took off his feet, and handed it to Zhuang not far, tilted his head, and sucked his nose and said, "Take it! The mallet is very brave, the mallet does not cry!"
Speaking of a non-crying mallet, she did not cry, although her nose was almost red.
But don't cry! Don't cry if you don't cry!
Outside the town of gold rush, between the two armies, there was a loud bang, and Zhuang was far away again.
In his mouth, blood spurted like a broken cloth bag.
"Dead! Give me death!" Locked up to catch up with Zhuang not far, punched again, Zhuang not far flew out horizontally.
The lock and lightning caught up, Zhuang not far like a ball, was hit and flew, the blood was like a mist, covering the surrounding space.
"Dead, you are dead!" Golden Hammer roared loudly at the battlefield factory.
In the manor, servants and residents were busy.
Zhuang not far and the frontline soldiers are fighting, they do not know what to do, they can only do their best to do a good job in logistics.
It is just that everyone is tangled and worried, always thinking about the situation ahead.
Liu Jinge was outside the door of the house not far from Zhuang, and he wandered for a long time. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything.
In the room not far from Zhuang, he could clean up Zhuang's slightly messy desk again and again.
As the manor of the manor, he is not a combat professional. At this time, it feels like nothing can help. It is really terrible.
Suddenly, he heard a fine click.
A crack started to spread from the bottom of the master room.
"Fa ... what happened?"
Before Liu Jinge had time to say anything, he heard an exclamation from outside!
Liu Jinge hurried out of the master room, then looked up in shock.
There were cracks all over the manor.
The space of the manor is like an egg shell. At this time, the lines are being fractured, and it seems to be cracked in the next second.
In the sky, Zhuang not far from the ghost, slowly emerged.
The "manor is me, and I am the manor" of "building God's power" is two-way.
It links the manor and manor more closely.
While the manor provides strength to the manor, it will also be damaged due to the man's physical condition.
All glory is glory, all is loss, that's it.
By this time, Zhuang not far had reached the edge of death.
On all the courtyards and buildings of the manor, Zhuang not far away appeared.
This is the manor's warning to all his servants and soldiers, the manor has reached the point of life and death!
It's time for everyone to protect the manor and fight for the manor of the manor!
It's not just the master's room that is starting to crack, the various buildings in the manor are slowly cracking.
More than a dozen of the restored pyramids at Lanshiye Manor are one of Zhuang's most important sources of strength, and at this time they are beginning to be covered with spider-like cracks.
Xucheng, the Magic Mountain Tunnel, suddenly, the sky was shaking, dust fell, and even falling rocks rolled down.
The vehicles in the tunnel stopped subconsciously, and they raised their heads, only to find that at the top of the tunnel, it was no longer a strip of lighting, but a void.
Above nothingness, a familiar figure was fighting a behemoth.
Many of the viaducts in the virtual city were shaken violently, and the vehicles on the bridge seemed to be bounced.
"What ... what happened? This ... is this an earthquake?"
At that moment, the bridge deck seemed to disappear. Through the bridge deck, they saw the ground beneath nothingness, and Zhuang not far was shot and flied by a huge palm.
Soon someone recognized Zhuang Not far.
"So ... that's the owner?"
"Is Mr. Zhuang?"
"How come ... is this a new movie promotion?"
"No, no ... this feeling ..."
On the screen, every time Zhuang not far receives a blow, the bridge surface will shake violently.
Zhuang's skin was cracked like a turtle's shell, and blood leaked out from under the skin. Above the bridge, cracks grew from small to large, and it seemed that the entire bridge would collapse.
The crackling sound of "clicking and clicking" kept ringing.
At the same time, cracks began to appear in all the projects that the manor had participated in. Whether it was the subway in Yancheng, the canal in the East Central area, or the factory buildings in Ludao Port, it was beginning to crumble.
In this building, or above the building, a picture not far from Zhuang emerged at the same time.
"Building God's power" closely linked the manor to the building, which is like giving life to the building. At this time, these buildings are mourning, dying, and struggling.
This feeling seems to spread through the building itself.
That kind of sadness and sorrow covered almost everyone.
"Hurry ... run!" Someone desperately left his car and ran under the bridge and out of the tunnel.
But there were still people who looked at the picture blankly and were shocked to add more.
Suddenly, a bang sounded, a pillar of the overpass was broken, and the bridge deck tilted slightly.
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The other pillars stood upright and abnormally there.
It was like being in a locked hand, not far from Zhuang who was beaten into a minor form.
Scald all over, but refused to give in!
We ... will not lose!
But no matter how strong the conviction is, it is useless in the face of absolute overwhelming strength.
After blocking a series of moves, he grabbed Zhuang not far and held him between his hands.
"Give me ... burst!"
Close the huge palms and close suddenly!
"Oh!" There was a loud noise. (https :)
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