Master of Ninja World

There was no expression of crying and laughing at Han Cook, Wu Chen just ignored the response.

Maybe for Hankook, Dust-free thoughts are too radical and unreasonable, just robber theory, Dust-free never cares about others' thoughts.

Taking into account the world in front of me, the third generation of Dustless is more understanding of warmth and warmth than Han Cook. You do not bully others, but it does not mean that others will not bully you, even though Dustless is now only 17 or 18 years old. To be counted as a person is more than an ancient dust-free, better than everyone understands this truth.

The so-called dignity, after all, is fisted out!

Seeing Han Cook's face was bewildered, and Dust was too lazy to explain. Now, after all, she has too little experience and does not understand the real indifference of the human world. Without his complicated life experience, Han Cook can hardly be considerate. The sufferings of Dust are almost nonexistent.

"The young master is right, but he can't be kind to the enemy." After half a ring, Han Cook was resolutely resolute and determined.

Suddenly, Hankook suddenly realized, and suddenly understood the meaning of dust-free.

"Just understand." Wuchen chuckled.

Closing eyes comfortably, humming with joy, over time, Hankook's massage effort has been leaps and bounds, just right, the whole portrait is floating in the clouds, and the nerves that are usually stretched out are relaxed and extra comfortable.

Hankuk's next sentence was to make Dust helpless.

"If you had a strong strength at the beginning, you wouldn't be caught in humiliation by Mary Joa!" Hankook bit his silver teeth, indignantly.

Wu Chen heard his words and rolled his eyes. The words pointed at him in a sandy way.

He shook his head and didn't care about it. He also knew that Hankook had inadvertently lost it. This is indeed the case. If Hankook had strong power at the beginning, he would not be hijacked until Mary Joa becomes a dustless slave.

As he followed for a while, Han Cook gradually realized the cruelty of reality. In this world, weakness is a kind of sin, and the future sky is reserved for those who are prepared.

Time passed quickly, and several hours of kung fu slipped away between the fingers. It was close to the evening. The sunset on the horizon covered the entire Mary Joa, and the ground was covered with a layer of golden and bright red glow, beautiful.

Of course, ignoring the bitter cry, Mary Joa's golden color is more beautiful.

Immediately following the dust-free Hankook's pale face, her beautiful eyes dreaded the villas behind her, and then she looked at the dust-free strolling in front of her. She took a deep breath with a lingering sorrow, and patted Xiong like a depression breast.

Had it not been for the dustlessness, Hankook would now be exactly like the slaves, and would suffer the insults and oppression of the Dragons every day and night, and suffer all kinds of inhumane treatment until he was tortured to death.

Think about it for a while and then be afraid.

The eyes could not help looking at the other side of Mary Joa, where the five stars and the office of the world government are sacred and solemn and inviolable, and people who pass by sometimes show unspeakable decentness.

"Don't you think it's very contradictory?" Deep eyes fell on Hancock's face, and asked indifferently.

Han Cook nodded fearfully, and then remained silent.

Mary Joa is indeed such a contradiction. The other side is the office of the Five Stars and many departments of the world government. It is sacred and just, while the other side is the residence of the Tianlong people. They lived in the old times and were extremely evil and tortured. Slave and other unseen activities are as simple as eating and drinking here.

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"Actually, Mary Joa is the epitome of the world, and it is all deformed." Dustlessly whispered, the actual world as a whole is not just Mary Joa.

No one can change everything.

"Let's go."

Looking at Han Kook, who was embarrassed and left without dust, an unexpected figure suddenly entered his eyes.

"Isn't that guy a Porusalino simian?" Porusalino, wearing a yellow stripe suit, drew into the sight of the dock.

Hesitating for a while, Wu Chen still walked forward, Hankuk followed.

The yellow ape with a body of nearly three meters has a bitter gourd-like face, with a look of slump, like a serious illness, black eyes, and occasionally flashing a rare gloom, apparently he is very upset.

"It's strange."

The corners of the mouth flared with playful radians, and the dust-free pace was faster. The Han Cook behind him also opened a distance, so that the ingenious and sleek generation of this yellow ape can show such an unsightly expression. What happened behind it is indeed worthy of investigation.

The yellow ape's old wretched face was yanked, and it was gloomy, as if someone had snatched his money, but he hadn't paid it back, and had to beat him with an inch.

"Porusalino."

A light voice entered the bottom of the eyes, and the yellow ape with its head lowered looked up, and the dustless figure came into view.

"Louis South St."

The haze's expression was swept away, the ape's smooth tone with respect, the identity of the dragon and the admiral were enough to make him look up.

"I heard that Kuzan and Sakaski, and you will be promoted to the generals recently, why do you suddenly come to Mary Joa?"

Staring at the battleship that Porusalino was riding on, no frowns, this battleship was clearly different from the navy battleships, but it belonged to the world government alone, or simply belonged to Bega Punk's scientific army.

"The old guy from Bega Punk actually asked me to make his test specimen, and the Marshal of the Warring States has agreed!" The old face pumped fiercely, the expression of the ape was even more gloomy, and his eyes were somber enough to drip water.

Wu Chen is his own, and he did not hide it.

Despite Begapunk's repeated assurances, the apes in the yellow ape's heart are still difficult to dispel. For example, a mouse was experimented by Begapunk's monster.

"Believe in Bega Punk's technology, even if it is really dead, he can bring you back to life!" Dust smiled, and he knew Bega Punk was the ability to fancy the ape's sparkling fruit.

At the same time, his face was dazed, and he suddenly realized that he was a rare opportunity for himself now.

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