The Anarchic Consort

The little seven princes nodded their heads and then, when they bent over, they picked up a dark thing and handed it to Helen Weiwei.

The length of the thing is almost more than the little seven princes, and it can stand up to the nose of the little man, like a metal material, which looks extremely heavy.

When the people had not responded to what it was, Helen Weiwei used a force to pick up the thing and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The Shenyin army listened to the order, and all of them gave me a big hit of 18 rounds." Machine gun!"

Next, everyone only heard a bang.

All the black soldiers raised their arms, the left hand was the bracket, the right hand was lifted, and the fingertip held a "black tube"?

"This is what you are talking about?"

Murong Wang smiled, apparently not seeing something like a bamboo tube.

Even the eighteen black shadows, you are all looking at me, I look at you, do not understand why Wang Hao should come up with such children to play things.

Only the Bailijiajue, after seeing the "black tube", the beautiful Danfeng sank and sank, looking at the eyes of Helen Weiwei, still black and inkless, quiet.

At this point, Helian Weiwei had smashed the sniper in his hand, put it on his shoulder, adjusted the sight, and then smiled and pressed his hand!

Bang!

The red light picked up, and the sturdy roof was suddenly picked up. Five or six archers were planted together from the ambush. The tiles rolled continuously on the bluestone road, making an incredible deafening sound.

In the smoke, the prefect of the prefect is already sluggish. He opened his mouth and looked at the shoulder with a black pike. The woman who walked towards them, the soft legs, now almost lost all Perception.

"What is that!" The prefect has been out of control, and even the voice is somewhat close to the embarrassing state: "What is that ******!"

In addition to the chill of the face of Murong Wang from the bottom of his heart, he also wants to ask!

Why is it just a hand-raising effort to blow the house down!

Like an explosive?

But how did the explosives fit into the black tube?

How can it be ignited in an instant?

At that moment, Murong Wang flashed a lot of thoughts in his head.

But the only thing that is fixed is that they are... finished!

Even if there are tens of thousands of troops, it is impossible to win.

How could it be possible to win!

Why no one has ever told him.

Is there such a weapon on the mainland of China?

What the **** is that!

However, it is not finished yet.

At the same time as the bombing came, countless marching forces of the hidden army shot together, each shot hit the feet of the soldiers, countless sparks, thick smoke, Helian Weiwei relaxed and handsome As he walked, he handed the special sniper gun to Xiaoqi.

The little seven emperor's small hand stretched forward, firmly caught, hugged in his arms, behind Helen Weiwei, the small face was calm and there was no trace of expression, to see who is uncomfortable to bomb, who is very powerful and domineering!

The archers who ambushed over the prefects have been scared of their courage. Don’t say that the strike of Helen Vivi just made them dare not act rashly, even the weapons held in the hands of the gods. Let them soften their legs.

There is no way to lift the bows and arrows in the hands. The other party is not only faster than them in speed, but even the accuracy of shooting is much higher than them.

There is still a scary smoke on the feet, and no matter how much Murong Wang barked, the archers always maintain the same posture.

Murong Wang, who had carefully planned for so long, thought that Murong Wang, who had won the victory, was completely panicked at this moment. He looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer to him, and couldn’t help but pass a soldier to and from him.

Only the next second, the soldier was killed.

Blood is gradually on his face, not far from the woman's mouth is slightly bent, the blue yarn white clothes are blown by the frenetic airflow, the most beautiful wings of the night Rakshasa are flying in the hunting, a beautiful color reflects the fascinating Red, with unabashed madness and self-confidence, the beauty of the color is just a foil in front of her.

噗通!

The prefect can no longer resist, and once he fell to the ground, he was crying and shouting: "Wang Hao is forgiving, Wang Hao is forgiving!"

Finished, completely finished...

As soon as the coach surrendered, what would happen to the archers?

One by one, the bows and arrows in the hands were put down, and the scene was ten miles. The scene was spectacular.

Helian Weiwei still glared at the one of the mortars, and looked at the prefect, and said with a lazy voice: "You ask me for uselessness, and I want to ask for my Highness."

A prefect, a look at the direction of the Bailijiajue.

The man, even in the middle of the smoke, did not dye any dust, a clear cloak, draped over his shoulders, making him look like a hand-held emperor.

The more he is at this moment, the more he seems to be in danger of ice and cold.

It seems that he is born to kill the gods of the world, giving people an absolute oppression.

The prefect of the trembling trembled with trepidation. In front of Helian Weiwei, he dared to shout for life. In front of the man, he was constantly squatting, and the loud voice made people listen. I feel pain!

But the Baili Jiajue even saw that he did not look at him, and the light fell on the small face of Helen Vivi.

Helen Weiwei did not understand why he wanted to see himself this way, and frowned at it.

"come."

No matter how powerful the people of the world are tossing, the tone of the Three Highnesses is always with an imperative tone, slow and indifferent.

Helen Weiwei looked at so many students around, and the archers who had just surrendered, could not help but give the face of Bai Lijia, and walked over with a gun. The posture was handsome.

Just not waiting for her handsome, Bai Lijiajue lifted her squat.

The narrow eyes of Helen Weiwei were rounded out in an instant, and it was like a fox that was caught by a tiger.

Wait a minute... this guy won't want to be here, kiss... kiss her?

It turns out that Helen Weiwei still thinks a lot.

Because the third man is only looking at her face is not clean, throwing her a piece of parcel, let her rub.

Helian Weiwei: ...

I rubbed my face with one hand and rubbed my face with one hand. Such a stupid movement, she... still did.

Someone who is clean and tidy is always so mad!

Helen Weiwei wiped his face and his mouth was helpless.

Baili Jiajue looked at her, reached out and grabbed her hand, and held it in the palm of her hand. The thin lips followed, and the deep cockroaches looked more charming than ever. The **** tail sounded slightly: "You What are you just looking forward to? Hmm?"

"No, hehe..."