Vol 2 Chapter 489: 2 corpse kings with huge chessboards in life

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Chapter 489: Two Pieces of Corpse Kings
I saw in the ice mist, there was always a graceful and hazy young woman, silent.
Motionless like a statue.
"Thank you Grandpa."
The figure of the graceful and immovable woman, moving gently, spit out four words.
"I can't think of the current line of our connection master, which has actually faded to this point. I don't care about your grandson, who else in this world will take a look at our connection master." The woman in the corpse king's ice fog nodded slightly.
At the same time, he glanced at the corner of his eyes to the old man with one ear beside him.
Today, he wants people!
Dragon Ball also wants!
Whoever blocks him today, who will kill him!
Japanese traveler? The one-eared old man was shocked by the words of the corpse king.
The chess game played by this corpse king is too big!
Too big to exceed his imagination!
Is this going to continue the lower body of the Japanese tour ambassador, produce and sell it by himself, and use the Japanese tour to make the portal of the powerful bloodline power to refine countless incarnations?
Thinking about this, the one-eared old man glanced at the corpse king and the woman in the ice mist.
Although the dry face still had a smile on his face, his heart was already murderous.
It is unavoidable that there are many dreams in the night, and they are attacked and besieged by the two people in front of them. When they get the Dragon Ball with their power, at the moment when they are most relaxed, he violently kills, and the body of the day traveler, Dragon Ball, he all needs.
From the beginning, he did not intend to share.
But want to go it alone.
Men, women, Dragon Ball, he all want.
If it were not for the other person to suddenly emerge as an apprentice, the other person would have one more person than himself, which made him feel a little scared. Just when the corpse king stopped him to take the Dragon Ball, he had already lost his patience and killed him.
Since the loss of flesh and blood from a mysterious and powerful existence, he has been thinking about how to recover the loss.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally made him hit a Japanese travel ambassador.
And it is the weakest day traveler who has just broken through the ice.
The one-eared old man is greedy in his heart. I wonder if his whole body swallowed by his day trips, can he make up for the huge loss caused by the mysterious blood loss?
Let him cultivate further?
This is a tri-party force that looks like a god, but in fact each has a ghost.
No one believes the other.
Even the woman who was immobile in the ice mist seemed to be guarding the corpse master of her grandfather in her mouth. As long as the situation was not right, she could immediately escape into the mist.
At this moment, in order to increase the trust of the old man with one ear, so that the old man with one ear can further relax his vigilance against him, so as to take advantage of the opportunity to kill, so the corpse king looked at the old man with one ear and said, "What is your hatred like ? "
"Wait for the matter here to be handled, wait a moment, I will follow you together, go to catch your enemy, grab the lost left eye for you."
The old man with one ear showed a happy face, but he did not take the words of the corpse king seriously in his heart.
These are two old foxes who are sly and cunning, and no one has ever told the truth.
In order to deceive the trust of the corpse king, so that the corpse king thinks he really believes him, so that the corpse king can relax his alertness. It couldn't be better. "
"That's a young man, in his early twenties, wearing a very ragged robe and always carrying a guitar backpack. In fact, the guitar backpack has hidden weapons and a breath that makes me very Uncomfortable, very heavy killer ... "
"Especially the most hateful thing is that people want to tear up his mouth, his kung fu is more powerful than his knife !!"
When referring to Founder, the one-eared old man does not need to pretend,