: Section 535: Zero, a strong return (6)
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Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons
- 度寒
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- 2021-03-02 11:21:41
Zero Kung Fu is not gorgeous, but the moves are all aimed at the key, and it is a lifeless play.
Nineteen was entangled in her attack and could not escape.
No matter how hard it is, there are times when it can't be used. The brain, which is good at calculating, runs at high speed, even if it is to fight with strength, it also uses the brain.
Putting Young Master Bai aside and leaving her alone, she focused all her attention on Nineteen.
"Miss Zero, if you have something to say, don't have a troublesome Kaner, tell me if you have any difficulties, let me and Nineteen come to help you." I was strangled, and the son Bai had to obediently obey the little girl. Too insidious, actually threatened him with nineteen. [
"The way to travel through time and space!" The teeth were repeated once, and the offensive of zero was still fierce.
"Well, I said, grandma, you throw the bomb first, time is coming." The young man put his hands together and worshiped the zero as a bodhisattva, with an expression of tears and tears, which looked very funny.
Hei Jieming clapped his palms and walked in from the outside. The interface of ‘just’ and ‘august’,
Zero, stop holding your hand quickly. It’s not good to hurt yourself.
"Black boss, now you think of us as our own?" The son Bai Bai was extremely depressed, guessing that Hei Jieming was helping behind the scenes, but there was no other way.
Over the years, he has been kind to the two brothers, and when he has more gratitude than grievance, he has no choice but to touch the tip of his nose.
"Where and where, you and Nineteen are always indispensable characters in flames." Ha ha, Hei Jieming really had a sense of raising his eyebrows and exhalation. When he came before, the son Bai was so active, now Fengshui takes turns It's time for him to taste that taste.
His zero is really a good girl.
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Leap back to Hei Jie's body and stand well, wiping the dense sweat beads from his forehead with the back of his hand. . .