The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

This is the first time in the resilience, the first time, and his heart is still very curious. Neuropathy's current memory stays in a time period with him, he doesn't know how neuropathy at this time period chooses how to arrange the room, and the center will meet all of his requirements.

The room is unexpected, unlike the decoration, but not completely decorated. The saint sits in the only table and looks at the blood family weighing around.

"What are you looking for?"

Aresio asked, "You didn't ask for a centered? Although only a few days, at least let yourself be a little more comfortable."

"……This can be."

"Ha? Lien ghost! Your taste is not like this." Aresi is refused to believe, "Even if there is no particularly comfortable seating area, at least your sugar tank should be placed on the table."

"..."

"I will doubt that you have to be a three-pound of sugar a day."

Lu Zius is slightly, and he feels a few wonderful feelings. He is really expected to complete his own mission, how to buy a house that belongs to his own house, how to arrange in the house, but these blood should not be known.

Sugar is also, but when most of the sugar, he feels considerable pressure, he has to rely on some sugar to suppress himself, so that he keeps calm. The blood family said that he had to eat a lot of sugar a day, then what extent, what exactly, what is it suppressed?

It seems that the problem of this problem is not known, so he has gradually picked up some remarks, one day in the future, he will know the answer.

"There are two things." Lu Zius is no longer entangled in sugar, and directly into the topic.

"One is my memory in recovery." When he said this sentence, he directly see the blood family, intended to warn the other party, don't try to be deceived, once he finally remembered all day, then the blood family How much lies, he can remove it.

Aliceo is just a nodded, and the look is frank, suddenly what he thought, his face is changed.

The bloody blood family tells him that there is a moisture. Ru Zuus is defined. He feels that the blood family always seems to be very good as him, they are obviously the enemy of killing.

Areso's brain circuit is completely not on a channel. He is just a bit of horror, and the memory can restore. Does it mean that this seems very well-behaved saint, and finally change back to that neuropathy? Although he can ask the other party to launch a war, but relatively, that neuropathy is really unbearable.

"The second thing, about the military personnel who have just arrived at home." Lu Zius said, "Olsen marshal rushed back from the northern front, I hope I can contribute to the light collapse of the north."

He looked at the expression of Alice, and he didn't have unexpectedly. The blood family is always like this, they have too long life, so they always look very loose, only to focus on what they are interested, this interest will not continue. Ru Zuus had a look at the eye, and he learned a lot of priests about the blood family in the temple. I didn't expect to take a bloody family as a control, and the authenticity of the things he studied.

This is very ... funny.

"I also thought that there is no war in the world after thousands of years." Alice asked in this time, the song and dance are flat, and the half is not like a war.

"Because it is not serious, it has been thoroughly suppressed in the north." Lu Zuus said, "Now the world is extremely strong, people will quantize the light of the atmosphere, which is the bright index."

Alice I thought of the bright index that I have seen in the barrage, and another related words seem to be ...

"... whip?"

"That is the situation after break delivery, the bright future is filled in the air, and even the creatures that tend to be bright, it will feel uncomfortable in it." Saints strictly adjust the related pictures from the computer, but no It turns over to the meaning of Uresio, just watching it quietly.

"The height of the northern front is highly concentrated, and the upgrade is a light sequence. That is the degree of ordinary humans who do not wear protective, will die in just a few minutes."

On the computer, there is a screen of the scene, there is a front line resistance, with the soldiers who are unfortunately infected, and the people on the photo are immersed in the bed, and they are covered with large flats.

This is one of the evil results brought about by the light. Some people who have more bright power or bright creatures, once they are out of control, they will show this state, some of which will even attract light from the void, and then it is a complete disaster.

Alesi has already moved a chair, so that he can see the screen, the screen on the screen made him slightly frowned, but it did not feel how fear.

He has experienced too much fierce battlefield.

"But why ..." He heard the saints around him issued a puzzled voice. "The bright is good, the dark is evil, the good things are overflow, why will it recruit evil fruit?"

"We have been working on the glory of the gods, why did the results reached in the world ..."

When neuropathy is still in this kind of cute idea ... later, it is better than him, and the commandment of the temple is full of violation, and it is believed that he does not appear.

"Because it is wrong."

Aresio is not lifted, " " opened the saccharible box for the handsome to the old yuan.

"Both parties are wrong."

Colorful candies are each crowded in their own small compartments, look very sweet. Arecio is tangled in which one is good, it is difficult to choose, so I look up and ask the sage.

"Which one do you like?"

"Is the camp you belong wrong? Is the blood family wrong?"

"Of course, a group of fools, blew the world to fall in the night. I thought that there was a disease in my head, only the child of a specific age will be produced ... Which one?"

"..."

"Which ... one ...??"

"……Orange."

"Ok."

Alesi picked up the sugar and threw it into his mouth.

I thought it was to give him the saint: ...

He forced himself not to think about the sugar, and the line of sight is turned from the blood of the happy sugar.

"The blood family will be happy to be happy for the rebellious idea of ​​the kings."

"Ha, they are mad." Alice is quite happy, even if the past has been long, I think of those bloody veteran's faces still let him not help but want to laugh, "But they are also afraid of dead, father died After that, who dares to fight with me? "

Lu Zius is slightly, he is familiar with the blood family, naturally knowing what a person is the father of Aresio, the three-generation blood family.

"The second generation of blood people ... dead?"

The most taboo of the Temple, the strength of the strength is unlimited to the second-generation blood of God, transforming the father of Ares into a bloody family ... dead?

The intestment of Aresio seems to suddenly fall, he doesn't like to talk about that person, it is not much better when you talk about your mood. However, this time, he is a head that he first, he always forgets that this neuropathy has no memory, and is still in a fairly pure cute stage.

"Don't talk about him. I already know the two things you said, so do you want to go to the military tomorrow? I don't have anything else, I will go with you, after all, ...?"

Lu Zius did not ask, asked, I was not destined. He nodded, and immediately took out a paper-free document from the desk. Solving these files is his own idea, so he has not been classified into a business.

"These things, if you have time, I hope ... You can at least stand on your position, pick my fault." He looked at the blood family to pass the document, looked at it, surprised to raise his head.

"Is our history?"

"Yes." Lu Zuus's hand gripped slightly on the side, and slowly opened, in order to get a more objective and correct history, his self-esteem can be sent to post.

"History is my discipline in the temple, the main historical context has been combed here, but I accept the history of the temple, there may be many ingredients that modify the beautification," he looked at the blood family. " "So I hope you can see this history, add a modification, and there are controversial places we can discuss."

Alice is blind, he has never seen this expression of neuropathy, maybe because he is not familiar with the neuropathy in this period. At this time, the neurological image is a true saint, believes in the light, and has a strong sense of responsibility, and even wants to ask him to help him.

Overall ... is really cute!

"You are so request, nor can I help you." Ares fought by those documents. "After all, I also live for so many years, what you said, a lot of people have experienced, but clear."

He dragged his cavity, glanced at the saint, the other person dared to argance.

Mom is too happy!

"I can accept some of your conditions." The saint is swallowed.

In this way, he seems to be a bad guy ... Ares, he is actually nothing to do, but it is only stronger, it is not willing to let go of the opportunity of the wind.

"Then I will ask you ..." He looked at the saint slightly nervous expression, deliberately sold a while, "asked you to think about the topic before, the topic of the good and evil."

It's that simple? The saint is slightly relieved, and it does not have to say anything, he will think about it.

"Even according to your position, the bright is good, the temple is good, then you are cultivated by the temple and believe in the bright, it should practice all kind virtues, abandon all the evil." Alice is beautiful The sky is eye-catching, knowing at least in the moment, the other party must do this.

So he said that the neuropathy in this period is a true saint.

He deeply respected.

"But you have to think about it, far to the madness you don't know, the teachers who are nearing your respect, are really practicing your virtues and commandments ... Don't rush to refute me, I have settled the range What are these people who are trusting for real believers and your teachers? "

The saints who want to argue are silent.

"Anyway, your memory is recovering, I don't have to think about the results of thinking, you can think slowly."

Alesio took the information to push the door and prepared to go back to the next door to play his own historical specialty. He was alive for thousands of years, he ...

Alesi silently looked at the annual table of finishing, those complex year, guess, related works. He worked hard for a while, and finally frustrated the head on the table.

After it, those time he didn't sleep, it was playing, and the cowhide was blown.