Marvel's God of Injustice - Chapter 64
Chapter 64 The Genius of Name
Chapter 64 The Genius of Name
After walking out of the narrow passage, it is a huge underground space in front of Lyon.
The height is two to three meters, slightly undulating, and the width is probably as large as a football field.
Four sobs, there is an unprecedented original ecological environment everywhere, pits, stone pillars.
“Well! This hand will not do anything else, but you will find a place. You can find such a natural natural cave.”
One said that Lyon felt that the Bat Master who played a computer in this underground space was worse.
At the end of the end of the other end of the underground space, the torch inserted on the wall reflected the fifty -people five people standing on the stone platform.
“Lyon, there are just five people over there.”
Since Lyon came out, Tony and others, of course, followed closely. As soon as they came out of the hole, Tony noticed the five groups over there.
There is no way, the entire underground space counts the bright hall, and the blind man can see it!
Stick: …
Matt: …
(I feel offended !!!)
“Well, should, yes,”
Nympho
When Lyon with both hands, Iron Man floating in the sky, when the Matt and the sticky expression of the expression walked to a little place below the altar at all, someone finally spoke on the altar.
“Faith, where is it?”
Lyon heard a man’s speech. He remembered that the most joyful and strongest person who would jump in his hands was not a man. I don’t know how a man was the first to speak.
And, faith?
Am I look like a postman?
Is there a postman with a mask?
Is there a postman wearing iron?
Is there a postman with red leather clothes?
Is there a blind post difference between seven or eighty years old?
Stick: … (I feel offended again!)
As we all know, the postman does not go to work on weekends!
“Ah! That’s it! Your wife said she didn’t love you anymore. That day, she forgot to bring the keys and thanks to the tutor next door.Yes, it is much stronger than you ~ I confiscated your faith, let alone a reply to you. I ran for nothing! ”
again.Tony once again felt: “Lyon, you can Lai Lai’s ability, which is really okay.”
Patting Ryon’s shoulder, Tony said: “But I think, the letter he said may be the guy who was cut off his head.”
Lyon said: “I sent the nickname of Noxus, and I had more people who had been cut off my head.
Tony has a black line, but fortunately, there is a noodle to cover it: “It’s the one who wears a suit just now!”
oh!IntersectionIntersection
Understand!Intersection
“That, fabricate, hahaha, I remembered it, hey! He is the same suit as you wore the same suit. Hehehehehe, I was chopped by me.”
The palm of the hand is a knife, and the right hand is diagonally split in the air, compared with: “Just cut it like this.”
Lyon decided that he might see a irritable enemy, and his teeth roared down and rushed down to revenge.
However, he guessed wrong again.
No.
The stage is still very quiet.
After a while, another female voice spoke: “Stick, you are here again. Are you here to die.”
I don’t know if Mrs. Gao is or another woman with a good name.
From the time to the church, I was very quiet at this time, and laughed.
This smile is very clean and pure, not like a bloody smile that can bloom with bloody old people.
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At least it should not be a smile that sticks can laugh.
“Yeah, I’m here again.”
Raising his breath, the stick said, “Give you these old and immortal” death “.”
There are many words.
The Murakami on the altar jumped down and went straight to Lyon!
The other three fingers also jumped down together, each selected a enemy.
In addition to the seemingly old Mrs. Gao Gao, who seemed to be old, the eight people were divided into four groups, each starting the war!
When the long knife on Murakami was cut, Lyon was still inserting his pocket, with his head, a silly look.
A knife cut off, splashed large pieces of rocks and dust.Murakami jumped, and looked at the smoke in front of him carefully.
“I didn’t cut it …”
There was a slightly light voice in the smoke: “Isn’t it about talking about giving gifts, why suddenly started, alas, the elderly now, don’t talk about morality!”
Suddenly, the smoke was flushed, and Lyon burst into the village like cutting horse sword wind.
Hey!
Two knives intersect, and Murakami defended Lyon’s sudden attack.
“Well? You are the first to prevent me, the old man martial arts is good. You are named.”
His hands stabbed Lyon’s long knife, and Murakami said: “I am the master of faith, Murakami.”
It seems that although bad things have done a basket of baskets, and a pair of tall people outside the world are indifferent to the disgusting appearance of foreign objects, but they still care about their apprentices.
“Oh, you are the master of the suit man!” Lyon carried a knife, not slowly: “You are a lot stronger than him, what, what, fabricate! Yes, faith. He didn’t resist this trick.: Wooden leaf light wheel thunder gods quickly cut! ”
Tapping the stones around you with a knife, Lyon laughed very happy: “It’s a pity, if you didn’t catch it just now, at this time your head should be dropped.”
Murakami did not answer, but glanced at other battles on the battlefield.I glanced at Mrs. Gao who was sitting on the altar.
Holding the samurai knife on his left hand, cutting the blade from the oblique down, and the horizontal palm of his right hand to prevent the enemy in front of him.
The Murakami saw it clearly. There was indeed a small collapse on the blade.
“This guy, there is a problem …”
Murakami was never the weak. Before rebelling, he was the top figure of human beings. In the hundreds of years he grabbed, he also never forgot to temper his martial arts.
On the technique of the knife alone, Murakami felt that he should be one of the strongest people on the earth.
However, he almost did not prevent the sudden knife.
“His speed … too fast! And, his knife is not normal!”
Looking at Li Ang’s hand, holding the iron knife with absolute iron cutting mud, a knife with a knife over there, the heart of the village was dripping.
As the richest one in the five fingers, Murakami’s pursuit of wealth is similar to the dragon.
Not only refers to money, but all treasures, and he likes all things with the same kind, he likes.
The knife is naturally.
The knife in his hand is very expensive.It was his favorite one who had been carrying him with him, and made great contributions to himself.
Today was cut by Lyon.
Murakami was still distressed at the beginning, but I thought about it: Since it is not the best, it is not worth it.
That long knife is worthy of your own good things.
The knife was a ritual, and Murakami said: “You are a strong man. Young people, report your name!”
When Lyon looked at this little life, the old guy was quite high, and he was very superior!
“I, my surname is Fan, because I have been talking coldly and not polite, so they all call me …”
Long knife stab!
Murakami was flustered, but under the imperial, the neck was still opened with a small mouth, and the blood flowed horizontally.
“… Be careful when talking!”
Lyon smiled and said the second half.
(This chapter is finished)