He didn't forget to make a mockery, and then threw a piece of paper onto the ground with cleverness.

The fisherman picked it up and looked at it twice, and the more he looked, the straighter his eyes became.

"You know, the protector is undead. Can we be unprepared?"

The man helped explain the problem and watched quietly.

The fisherman sat down on the ground with his hands spread out.

A big smile bloomed, and blood began to squirt along the seven orifices.

"We will die first in the fate of war."

The man nodded and stepped on his opponent's head.

"Give you some face, you are defeated by me."

The fisherman fell on the cold boat board and felt his big feet getting heavier.

His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his pores also opened.

Blood rushed out one after another, like a red-haired monkey.

"Thank you, thank you for the organization."

The fisherman said something from his vague mouth and then closed his eyes.

A large number of tears began to shed along the corners of my eyes, but they were all red.

I don’t know if it’s blood or tears, but I will never understand it in my life.

The man grinned his teeth.

"Why do you have to? Being beaten to death is also dead, and taking poison is also dead."

"It's just that you still protected your intelligence until you die, which is worthy of respect."

The man talked to himself until the person under his feet completely became a cold corpse.

The man squatted down gently, checked the body, and then kicked the boat out after he made sure there was no error.
Chapter completed!