Vol 3 Chapter 340: Selection of sable

Feeling the fierceness of the ink for the first time, the purple sly smiled and said: "Are you kidding me?"

The ink asked in reverse: "What do you think?"

The sneer on the purple face is still there.

The ink said: "It's not awkward. We have long guessed that you can get the Gathering Crystal veins, so I did some hands and feet on the Thunder in the morning. Well, in this matter, it is really not done by us. Kind, but you also know that it’s a big deal, and it’s a bad thing for it. It’s nothing.


The words have clearly been clarified, and the sable can no longer continue to be confused.

He said indifferently: "You are very sincere, but I am sorry, you said that the soul of the soul veins, there is no such thing. This is just a bureau, is the city of Xiancheng who wants to kill everyone."

The ink said: "I believe in your second half, but the first half of the sentence I don't believe! Today, if you don't hand over the soul-smelting veins, then the Thunder will die, and there is no possibility of resurrection!"

Zi Yan said: "Don't say that I didn't master the veins. Even if I mastered the veins, you think that you can exchange them with a Thunder. Don't say that she is a thunder, even if it is my own, it is not worth the price!"

"Thunder is the only apprentice of the Holy Land, I believe you will save her."

The ink waved and interrupted the words that Zi Yan was about to say. "You don't have to take the thunder and sacred to shock me. In my heart, I am very respectful to the Holy Spirit, but it matters, we have to do this, even if it is At that time, the Holy Spirit is in trouble, but there is also the sage of our dead prison thief."

The ink refers to the purple sable, and refers to the self, and said: "There is only the transaction between you and me. The sorcerer's vein is handed over, and the thunder is alive. If you don't pay, the thunder dies! I want to kill both of us, because even if we die, the Thunder will die. And, we will resurrect, but the Thunder can't."

The purple scorpion was silent, and now he finally understood why the dead prison thief had not moved, and the other party had always put the treasure on himself.

The reason why I don’t want to compete for other resources is obviously not wanting to be the first bird.

They only think of the biggest chance.

Looking at the silent purple sable, the ink said again: "It is useless to delay the time, because we have found an ally, he will persuade you that the people of the Holy Rebe, no one will come."

"Even if there is, what about the reinforcements? We are two big people who are dead, but Thunder, the only disciple of this sacred sage, will accompany us."

Not threatened with a very cold voice, it was so indifferent, but the pressure on Ziyan is not small.

To say that the inner struggle is natural, there is.

Because that is the soul of the crystal, the value of the city, once fully demonstrated, all forces must be tempted.

It is not so much a deal, it is better to say that it is a negotiation.

The purple scorpion was lost at the moment of the table.

Because care, because of concern, but because of concern.

The enemy opposite him is fearless.

The smile on the face of the ink is still the same. I don’t say a word of nonsense. At this stage, they can naturally distinguish between good and bad.

If he stands on the opposite side today, then this negotiation will not be established, because no one has the value of being able to surpass a cluster of souls.

If someone says that the value of human life is more than the soul of the soul, it is definitely a big joke.

Ink won't!

Most people won't.

But he is not purple, most people are not purple.

So, the purple will!

And in this world, there must be more people than the Soul Crystal veins, that is Thunder!

Or, it’s a friend of Zi Yan!

With this in mind, there is some emotion in the mind of the ink. It is a great thing in life to be friends with such a heavy and serious person.

Unfortunately, the two have different positions and can never be friends!

Silent purple, finally opened, "How can I believe you? This thing was given to you this time, who can guarantee that you will not continue to take Thunder to marry me next time?"

The ink said: "If I tell you, you will not believe it by the words of our dead prison thief. But you think in turn, you have given us the most precious veins, if we add to the Thunder At that time, the sacred sacred sacred must find us trouble. Although we have a sacred sacred thief, but a sacred sacred to destroy a place, no one can stop it?"

A gather soul vein, indicating an infinite future, once brought back to the Holy Lei family, I believe that the next Sheng Lei people, can certainly develop rapidly, perhaps only with a million years, can surpass the other three tribes, become the Holy Spirit The most powerful forces, no one.

Can be such a big opportunity, so hand in hand, Zi Yan is still very unwilling.

But what about it?

Zi Yan glanced at the thunder who was still sleeping in the back, shaking his head and smiling.

He has a token in his hand and throws it directly into the ink.

Six young standing next to each other, have not spoken, now seeing the purple scorpion throwing out the token, the eyes are coming out quickly.

The previous ink said his plan, he did not think that it would be successful, because no one would be stupid because of a person, thus giving up a ghost crystal.

But today, he saw it.

At the moment when the token started, even the ink of the ink, there was a touch of excitement in the eyes.

The token is very light, but at the moment of the start, it is extremely heavy, and his breathing has already been a bit of a rush.

"This will not be fake?"

The ink holding the token's hand, in the light trembling, the original plain tone, there has been some vibrato at this moment.

"You can tell the difference between nature and nature."

Zi Yan said indifferently: "What do you say?"

The ink released the power of the soul, perceived the token, found a coordinate, and a transmission channel, immediately satisfied with the nod, strong pressure excited said: "When we leave, she will wake up, we will die in the future , will not hit her idea again."

Zi Yan frowned and said: "You should not want me to you to leave?"

The ink smiled slightly and said: "Although I think so, I am sorry, this time you have no strength to us to leave."

The six young people on the side also smiled at the purple sable, but the smile became extremely cold.

The ink retracted the token, and both hands clasped the fist, and took a deep ritual at the purple sable. "I am very grateful to you, this time, we will remember your goodness. We will remember your good. Next, I hope you take care!"

The voice accompanying the ink dropped ~EbookFREE.me~ and another voice rang from the wall.

"Have you seen it? He has long relied on the dead prisoner, killing the leader of the thunder on the ladder, robbing the leader of the harvest, and now handed it over to the dead prisoner!"

Lei Zhenghong’s figure suddenly appeared. He said coldly:
You are still doing what you are doing, still not killing him?


Thunder and lightning, the Lei nationality who wore the sage, jumped up the wall and flew toward it.

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