Vol 10 Chapter 345: If the husband dies, he will die!

Just as a group of demons and demons were proud to celebrate their bright future, and even planned to open champagne to celebrate, the sky suddenly darkened.
"The sky has changed?"
"Is it going to rain heavily? What are the idiots of the Meteorological Bureau doing? The corpse-bit vegetarian guy! No notice!"
"If you get caught in the rain, it's not good to catch a cold, it hurts your energy!"
A group of people yelled a few words subconsciously. When they raised their heads and looked to the sky, the resentment and unrestrained expression on their faces suddenly solidified.
Their eyes were full of fear.
It is as if a rabbit sees a fly and a mouse meets a night cat.
Above the sky, a magic dragon wields angry wings, and the dragon scales are dark as steel, without any reflection of light, like a dragon-shaped black hole, attracting all the light and heat.
"What's the matter? Bingzhou is a ghost place, the climate change is indeed a bit weird, just get used to it."
Ling Tuiri teased: "You just think too much. The human body's self-regulation ability is very strong, even if it rains a little, it doesn't matter."
When he was working in the GGA League before, there was a boss code-named [Zi]. He once said such a sentence, and he felt very reasonable-the more people lack something, the more they care about it.
When he first heard this, Ling Tuiri thought it was purely a comparison, but now seeing this group of old people standing at the top of the pyramids of various countries, he immediately realized the correctness of the sentence. .
Ling Tuiri smiled and raised his head. ,
Then, his smile solidified on his face.
"This! This! What's the situation! How can there really be dragons in the world? This is unscientific!"
He felt the cold air in his internal organs, as if his stomach was full of ice lump, even his heart did not dare to beat, and his breathing suddenly became weak.
He was afraid that his actions would be too great and he would be the first to be killed.
When being hunted by a tiger in the primeval forest, you don’t need to run faster than the tiger, just run faster than the companion.
Compared to the group of old men who were frightened and limp, even peeing on their pants, Ling Tuiri felt that his performance was quite good.
Unfortunately, Alduin doesn't seem to think so.
It just raised its head, raised its neck, and took a deep breath...
next moment!
The dragon roar is violent, the flames roar, sweeping the sky!
Because of the blessings of various hidden dragon roars, Alduin's image can be captured by the naked eye, but not by satellites and video equipment.
After numerous tests by the umbrella company, Lin Yan sent Alduin out with confidence.
Looking at the devil dragon who had acted presumptuously, Ling Tuiri's pupils instantly shrank into a dangerous pin-shaped light.
Dead!
Dead!
out on a limb!
Nowhere to escape!
At the moment of death, human brain cells will become more active than ever before, and the nerve protruding electricity exchange becomes more efficient. The direct manifestation is that at the moment before death, people will feel that time passes very slowly, as if The whole world is pressed for slow motion
The buttons are average.
At this moment, Ling Tuiri thought of many things that he had ignored.
The GGA Alliance has been established for decades, and he is the only successful defector. Is he really capable enough?
Or is it just a conspiracy?
He thought of the last time the boss named [Zi] and he had seen, and the other side's meaningful tears.
The magic dragon that had just glimpsed, flashed through his mind like a glimpse, and then connected with the image of the boss in a certain game.
"It's Alduin from the Ancient Scrolls! It must have been sent by Lin Yan!"
I want to understand everything!
The games that Lin Yan made were not games, but real worlds. He must have controlled a certain time and space wormhole to have this endless source of inspiration and help!
Unfortunately, Ling Tuiri understood it too late!
Even this sentence failed to reach other people's ears, no matter how neat his mouth was, this sound wave was distorted and swallowed by the tyrannical flame!
Alduin is just a breath of dragon, he was arrogant and arrogant before, and the invincible Ling Tuiri turned into a fast human-shaped black charcoal, completely carbonized, and completely dead.
"Sorrowful little bugs, let's cry! Let's cry! To blame, blame yourself for choosing the wrong opponent!"
The thermal weapons of the employees of the Blackwater Security Company poured out bullets and hit the dragon, but they seemed to encounter a layer of invisible vacuum armor. They sunk in, and then ejected, without causing any damage to Alduin. .
However, Alduin only needs one claw to destroy them all!
Even the local superintendents of Bingzhou and the soldiers stationed in Bingzhou who came after hearing the wind (accepting bribes) have become models of sending people away.
Because of the existence of Dragon Roar's position, it was impossible to capture Alduin's figure over fifty meters, so when they came with a carefree helicopter and armed car, Alduin let them be completely reimbursed with a breath of dragon!
"Oh my God! Monster! Run!"
"Can't run away! How can I run away? Kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Watching these people smash their heads like garlic, Alduin looked confused.
The human beings it recognizes are a group of madmen who are not afraid of death. Even in the face of absolute physical crush, men and women, young and old, will carry weapons and shout Songgarde or the Holy Spirit, and run up to die.
"I think you are so acquainted. According to my thoughts, you should be spared."
"unfortunately……"
A humane joking smile appeared on Alduin's face: "My lord has commanded you to all die."
grown ups? What adult?
Could it be that behind this devil dragon, is there anyone who can't control it?
Could it be...
Lin Yan?
Although these old men have no spine and are old and weak, the camels who starved to death are bigger than horses. At this moment, someone reacted immediately, escaped with their guns and pointed them at Bumrungrad's temple.
"Are you a genetically modified monster sent by Lin Yan? Tell you, if you want this person to live, just...ahhhh!"
This is called Isaiah. Cavendish’s female old man was only halfway talking, and Bumrungrad bit her arm, and could not help but scream in pain.
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