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Chapter 1,113 Ask Master Magic Mountain to die!(2/2)

Li Cang suddenly felt the pressure. Why does this mean that the raw material crisis has arisen again? Wise men do not fall in love, and the wronged will repeat the same mistakes again, which is hard!

What’s even more embarrassing is that, whether it’s asking Bone Girl to add some clothes or asking Qingxi to dress Bone Girl, both parties are extremely resistant to this matter. Excluding some subjective and idealistic factors, the most important reason may be skills.

Due to the restriction, the quasi-host that is the quasi-host of Gumei cannot be swallowed, which is equivalent to failing to meet the prerequisites of the [Flesh and Flesh Devouring] skill, so it naturally refuses to use the quasi-host.

That's right, the host's sacrifice to heaven has nothing to do with food regulations.

"em" Li Cang pinched his chin, showing an interested expression as if he was about to attend a significant operation as an indispensable key member: "But having said that, I can try it myself..."

"???"

The three people quickly interrupted Li Cang's dangerous idea.

Especially Dalei Zi, this girl can be said to have unimaginable intuition in some aspects. Now, this intuition is telling her with a roar and trembling like a bombardment, never let Li Cang do it.

With this impolite operation, I don’t want to compete with Timi, a zipper man more than ten meters tall, every day in the future...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I really hate these people who have no sense of boundaries. People named Li, please stop it!

"It's just a joke, why are you all looking at me like this?" Li Cang muttered, rubbing his sore brain and jumping off the island: "Have a day off, and we will step up the processing of the island chain tomorrow.

What are the walking corpses doing in a daze? They go back to their homes to find what their mothers are doing. Don’t you, Wang, clamor for a holiday every day?"

Lao Wang curled his lips.

Bah, who can't see that you are trying to determine the value range for the low pressure of the luck gauge? As soon as you stick your butt out, I know what you are going to do!

To be honest, Master Wang has been shrouded in a kind of sustainable ominous premonition recently, like maggots lingering on the tarsus, like a awn on the back, like a fish in the throat. There are ups and downs in life, but no one can stand at the top all his life. Co-author

Are you trying to call yourself An Lan?

Of course, a few people are worried about this kind of thing. They have been soft and sticky for a long time, and the only thing left in their body is their mouth, which is still hard...

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15 kilometers away, the bearded Sam and Julian, who had saved their lives countless times, huddled together on the empty island and shivered to keep each other warm. They missed the wonderful "God War" because they were underground.

This time, I witnessed another version of the fight between gods and goddesses throughout the whole process. It can basically be described as my heart is broken, and I have deep doubts about my previous exciting experiences on the track and even myself.

Are we really lonely?

Julian and Sam's group have a bunch of fragmented islands surrounded by the integrated Miam tribe's island ships. You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The Miam tribe is actually very curious about how these unlucky guys survived until now. Could it be that all their natal skills are lucky?

"I'm actually alive now..."

"Luck is also a kind of strength. They look pretty decent. Sisters, do you want to keep them?"

"It's already surrounded, where else can we run!"

"No, Cang will have any objections, right?"

"We're obviously not from the same place, and Cang doesn't look like he's doing charity..."

"Don't slander me, Cang. There is no better man than Cang in the world!"

"Tsk, what you can't get is always the best!"

Miam's face was ashen, and she always felt that the words of these little girls were weird and bitchy at the same time: "You little bastards, have you got nothing to do! Did those slave workers attend class today? Corpse monsters... OK

Have all the corpse islands been detected? Cang is so busy helping us clean up the island chain, but you still have time to talk here? Get out of here and work! Get out!

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