Chapter 57: Sweeper (5)

The light is like a wave of water.
In the ramp, the mossy layers of the luminous lining are covered with rock walls on both sides, and various luminous vegetation is hung on the dome.
A cluster of different sizes of luminous mushrooms grows in the ramp, and some small flying insects fly in the mushroom bushes. The illuminating organs on them emit faint fluorescence, illuminating a small space around them.
The road is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide.
The narrow area is only a dozen meters wide, and the wide area can accommodate almost everyone.
A stalagmite and stone pillars of varying thickness are standing. In the wide ramp space, a huge stone pillar is coiled around a thick vine. The leaves of these vines are also shining with fluorescence, light waves like water, flowing in the veins and leaves of the vines.
The old iron ran wildly in the martyrdom and ran wildly with all his strength.
His body is heavy, and all four claws are made of metal, but they are silent, like a breeze swaying in the martyrdom.
Wu Tiezhuo was on his back, shaking his limbs weakly. Just after the old iron gave him seven or eight bottles of white juice, he poured a thick layer on him.
The high temperature continues to emerge from the bones of Wu Tie's body, burning his flesh and blood, and in the continuous repair of white juice, his body flesh is quickly reborn.
The first phalanx of his left index finger continues to spurt a dark, radiant glow, like water, constantly flowing into the body. Under high temperature quenching, the body of the Witch Iron body is constantly blending the metal essences of two metal bodies.
The bones become harder, more flexible, and the density becomes larger.
With the subtle metal percussion, the skeleton of Wutie is growing rapidly. The old iron ran for more than two hours in the ramp, and Wu Tie had grown by about half a foot.
The rapid growth of the bones is even more violent. The body is full of horrible cracks, and the meridians and muscles of his muscles are faintly faint.
There were subtle footsteps in the martyrdom. A group of wandering gray dwarves mixed with a few lizards, and sneaked out of a ramp in the martyrdom, just in front of the old iron.
Not waiting for this group of unidentified and unidentified wanderers to make a sound, the old iron has already screamed, and the scream of 'Wang' shook violently, and the white shock wave swept out.
The large clusters of mushroom clusters were shattered, and the various juices were scattered all over the floor. The leaves of countless vines flew up in a mess. The wanderers screamed and squatted on the ground, waiting for them to look up, old. Iron has run without a trace.
After running for five or six hours, the high temperature of Wu Tie gradually dissipated. Under the powerful effect of the white juice, the wound on Wu Tie gradually healed. He snorted and woke up.
The old iron suddenly stopped, and his body swayed, and the witch iron was on the ground.
Here is a rock break in the ramp, more than ten meters in front of the old iron and the Wu iron, is a cliff that is bottomless.
The opposite ramp is a kilometer wide from this side, and a stone beam spans the cliff and connects the ramp.
At the end of the stone beam, there is a stone fort at the exit of the ramp, and a stone wall with a few meters high seals the ramp. It only enters and exits through a small gate on the stone wall.
After running for so long, the old iron left the site of the city of Thousand Fish with Wu Tie and came to another territory.
"Old iron, what's wrong?" Wu iron stood up and swayed and reached for the neck of the old iron: "Is no strength?"
The old iron shook his head, his eyes flashed, and he stared at the end of the long stone.
In the heart of Wu Tie, he quickly pulled out the long gun and looked at the stone fort at the end of the stone beam.
Under the cliff, there was a cold wind blowing in the whirlwind, and in the wind of ‘飕飕’, there was a smell floating over.
"Yeah, it was discovered."
A crisp and sweet voice passed over, and then the gates of Shibao were silently shattered, and a sly figure came out.

It’s really an ancient source of pollution marked as a Samsung...

At first glance, I was only thirteen or four years old. She was sweet and lovely. The girl in a purple dress took her hand and walked slowly along the stone beam step by step.
"Wait for a long time... I haven’t been able to wait for you for a long time, idle and bored, and cleaned up the people in this border post... I didn’t expect your nose to be so sensitive, hehe."
"Hey, they really don't play."
The girl smiled and swelled closer and closer, the watery eyes, and looked at the old iron without looking down.
"It’s hard to find a chance to travel alone. There are no disgusting old ghosts staring at it... I thought it would be fun to play, but I didn’t expect them to kill them in two."
The girl smiled more and more sweetly, and she gently asked the old iron: "You, can you let me play for a while?"
The girl showed her hands behind her back, a small, white palm, and the heads of two young men and three women, one left and one right.
The three heads are clean and there is no blood.
The wounds on their necks are as smooth as a mirror, and a glimpse of ice is faint, and there is a faint chill.
Wu Tie looked up and down the girl.
She was very sweet and lovely, her face was tender and tender, and every pore seemed to be shining out. The huge vitality is hidden in her petite body, and the vitality is almost overflowing.
"Longevity teaches disciples?" Wu Tie frowned.
"The longevity teaches disciple Guo Runu, this time is polite." The girl opened her eyes and gave a curtsy to Wu Tie.
When she bent down her knees, she placed three heads on the ground. When she stood up, there was a large spurt around her. With a crisp scream, her petite body suddenly flew forward. A touch of cold light instantly came to the face of Wu Tie.
The Wu iron long gun swayed an arc, the gun tip flashed cold, and the dragonfly was on the cold light in the hands of Guo Quenu.
A fragile sound, the sorcerer's iron did not move, Guo Queu snorted, squatting back backwards for dozens of steps, almost slammed down the stone beam.
"Yeah? Great strength? It shouldn't be... You are just one, building the foundation." Guo Quenu looked at Wu Tie: "Don't say that my own cultivation has already reached a half-step, devour After the cultivation of the two brothers and a sister, and the life of the elite... I can say that I am already a master of the building..."
The smile of the singer screamed at the eyes, and Guo Runu whispered: "So much strength... You must have a secret."
The old iron was on the side of a dark opening: "Little girl, what do you mean by the ancient pollution source?"
Guo Queu suddenly patted his forehead and smiled and nodded to the old iron.
"It's what I mean in my words... I got the order to clean you up... So, it's so easy for me to ask the old ghosts for a peripheral cleanup task, not to follow those old ghosts."
"With two brothers, a sister, I got the order in advance, come here to intercept you... oh... I didn't expect you to come here."
Wu Tie looked at the old iron.
The old iron looked at Guo Queu Shen Shen Sheng: "Someone knows where we are? Impossible, Grandpa, I only temporarily decided where to run..."
Guo Quenu took a clap and smiled: "Who knows? Maybe, there is a cleaner like me, waiting for you in other martyrdom?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Guo Quenuo smiled easily: "In any case, as far as I know, within the longevity teaching, there are several sisters who seem to be like me..."
"You...not just a long-lived disciple?" Wu Tie roughly figured out what some of the words are in Guoque.
"A very clever little brother..." Guo Queuu opened his eyes and smiled at Wu Tie. He said: "It’s so smart... It’s true that the slaves are not just disciples of the longevity."
After blinking his eyes, Guo Queu went up two steps: "If it is, I should follow the group of nasty old ghosts and go to the fog knife to retaliate... Hey, you said that it’s funny, the fog knife thinks, Killing them, they don’t know what they did?

Shaking his head, Guo Quenu made a deep sigh: "It's too naive."
Looking at the old iron with a smile, Guo Quenu smirked and smiled: "It is like, you are a Samsung pollution source, want to escape my cleaning... It is too naive."
The blood in the old iron scorpion flashed, and his low voice said: "In the fog knife, there are people of you, this is not rare... Rarely, you can know Grandpa I..."
"The source of pollution in ancient times, the culprit of civilization collapse, the source of all evil and chaos in the world, the initiator of all darkness and horror." Guoque slave said loudly: "You must be thoroughly cleaned, we can wash away the sins of the body." ...we can..."
Looking up, looking at the dome at a height of several kilometers above the faint glimmer, Guo Runu whispered: "We can, get rid of this darkness..."
The tone of the old iron has become very weird: "My grandfather, I actually became the culprit of the collapse of civilization? Oh, well, there is nothing to say with your little girl... But you said, can you clean my grandfather?" Just because of you, just stepping into the heavy construction of the building?"
The old iron shook his head and extended a paw to the Guoque slave. "Little guy, let her know, let her know..."
When the old iron was talking, Guo Quenu had already laughed and untied the belt.
The old iron closed his mouth, and Wu Tie closed his mouth. They looked at Guo Yunu and took off the purple dress on his body. After carefully folding it, he retired a hundred meters and will take off. The clothes were neatly placed on the stone beams.
Not only purple dresses, but also close-fitting clothing.
She even solved the headband on her hair and placed it on the folded pile of clothes.
She took off the leather boots of the small lizard skin on her feet and carefully placed it on the pile of clothes.
With long hair like a waterfall, Guo Quenu came back with a smile.
The disciples of the longevity teaching are full of blood, and the skin of Guoque slaves seems to be shining. She approaches step by step, and the kind of youthful vitality is coming to the fore. Wu Tie is overwhelmed and backwards. I retreated to the old iron.
"There is nothing to do... Isn't it a yellow-haired girl?" The old iron is watching Guoque slave: "How? I know that I have to be beaten, I am afraid that I will be broken. So, why should I pick up the clothes first?"

Guo Quenu smiled at the old iron. She shook her head gently, and her eyes suddenly turned into a terrible dark blue.
Without black eyes and white eyes, the entire eyeball has completely turned into a dark blue with no heat and no emotional fluctuations.
From the sky above the dome, a dark blue cold light that was smaller than the hairline fell straight down, silently falling into the head of Guoquenu.
A thick ice crystal cold mist spread from the body of the Guoque slave, accompanied by a low roar, a wave of energy fluctuations spread around.
The hurricane blew, the old iron four claws were embedded in the rock formation on the ground, strong winds hit, the old iron body continued to retreat, and the four claws pulled deep marks on the ground.
Guo Quenu’s dark blue eyes lit up with two faint blue lights. She stared at the old iron, her hands caught in the sky, and a strangely shaped weapon appeared out of thin air, and she was tightly held in her hand.
This is like a combination of a long sword and a spear.
A six-foot long sword is added to the back of the six-foot sword. The whole weapon is crystal clear, like a lot of beautiful pieces of mysterious ice scales. This strange soldier has just appeared, and the terrible chill has spread in a wave. The surrounding ground and rock walls are quickly covered by white ice crystals.
The cold white ice crystals whizzed and spread out to the surrounding area. In just a few breaths, the old iron and the martyrdom behind Wu Tie, the sights were covered by two feet of ice.
Only behind the Guoque slave, the ice only extended a hundred meters or so, just stopped at the position where she placed the clothes.
What a terrible, precise control.
Wu Tie looked at Guo Quenu, with a horror. He clenched his rifle, but his attention was placed on the white tiger arm of his right hand. He instinctively noticed that the standard rifle in his hand could not be the opponent of the weapon of Guo Quenu.
"Who are you?" The old iron's voice changed, became murderous, and became angry.
He stared at Guoquenu, and he said: "Who are you? Give your name."
Guo Quenu looked at the old iron with no expression.
The thick cold fog converges on her, and soon a fully enclosed black ice armor wraps her body. The singularly shaped ice-cold armor is full of sharp ridges, and the sharp bulges constantly reflect the cold light.
"Who am I?" Guo Yunu's cold voice came: "The Samsung pollution source... there is no need to tell you who I am."
‘唰’, Guo Que slave’s body jerked.
Wu Tie failed to see her movements. He only noticed that the old iron suddenly evaded it.
‘嗤’, Guo Qinu’s strange weapon in his hand crossed the old iron body and opened a deep, awkward wound on his side.
Numerous flowing flames spewed out from the wounds of the old iron as if they were in the real. The old iron snorted and the body slanted to the side for a dozen steps, so it was easy to stabilize the body.
"Evaluation error... You are the most, it is the level of black nine-star." The sound of Guo Quenu’s cold voice came: "It’s weird, how can there be such a large evaluation error?"
Her figure changed again. This time, she rushed to the front of Wu Tie, and the singer in her hand made a slap in the face and slammed into the waist of Wu Tie.