... under the mysterious and strange earth.
Everywhere, the blanket swept through the colored fog.
A young man dressed in white, gentle and thin, with a depressed and oppressive complexion: "Lord queen... I got it by accident. If the illusion was anyone, I could break her, but if it was a little girl... You don't know, the little girl itself is strange and I can't see through it. Therefore, I didn't see through the illusion before."
"Hehe, don't explain! You're just covering up your incompetence." the divine imperial concubine queen finally caught a chance. How can she easily forgive this boy? She just wants to strike while the iron is hot: "Here, there is an adult's ever-changing dish bones buried. That little thing is refining the ever-changing dish bones at the moment. You... There is also a fortune. If you dare to take it, it depends on your own."
"I... don't tell me that the good fortune is the colorful butterfly inflammation ahead." Qin Tian looked dejected.
Ha ha ha.
Smelly boy, are you afraid? If you're afraid, just quit. Don't toss around here. The God will distract you. "The queen of God seems to be laughing in the dark."
Qin Tian felt that he could see the other party looking down on him contemptuously, which he would never tolerate: "you! Damn woman... I'm not afraid of going up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire! Come on, what do you want me to do!"
"As for the ever-changing dish, the most terrifying talent is the magic energy! The second is the spitting silk. The ever-changing dish in adulthood, a mouthful of silk, can trap a large number of original gods. Finally, the ever-changing dish is the butterfly inflammation that burns everything." the queen of the divine imperial concubine said with assurance: "The colorful butterfly inflammation in front of you is the original butterfly fire left by the falling of the adult changeable dish, so it won't go out no matter how long it takes. When the little thing refines the adult changeable dish bones, it should come to absorb the original butterfly fire."
"Well, doesn't that mean that this original butterfly fire belongs to Xiaodie? I'll take it... Not very good." Qin Tian said awkwardly.
"Listen to me, don't interrupt me!" the queen of the divine imperial concubine said in a cold voice: "this group of original butterfly fire is of no great or small benefit to small things. It's a chance for you to be reborn. It's a great fortune! If you can't grasp it, it's a disaster."
... what do you mean, my lord queen.
Qin tianpo didn't expect it. He broke the casserole and asked to the end.
"You use your flesh and blood to drill into the original butterfly fire."
The tone of the divine imperial concubine and queen exudes a little schadenfreude: "if your will is strong enough, you can be tempered by the original butterfly fire. If you can't hold on... Hey, there will be no residue left. At that time, the God will collect your body."
"Can't you expect me to order? At least I'm your man too." Qin Tian was angry and blurted out.
"Bah!" the divine imperial concubine queen was furious: "I wish I could kill you! Dare to talk nonsense again... Try!"
"Ha ha."
I'm right. I'm angry.
Qin Tian smiled.
"You're changing the subject," said the queen, "coward!"
"I'm not a coward!" Qin Tian clenched his teeth. "I just use the original butterfly fire to quench my flesh and blood."
Lord queen, watch it! There are no feats I can't accomplish in the world. If I squeak on the way, I won't be an indomitable husband!
"OK, then you go. Don't just say it." the queen of God imperial concubine urged impatiently.
... dada.
Step by step, Qin Tian came to the "original butterfly inflammation".,
The boiling and burning original butterfly inflammation reflects the colorful brilliance, which makes the youth slender and have a somewhat distorted and illusory taste.
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"If you become a butterfly, you will be reborn! If you fail..."
Hehe, how can I fail.
Self mockery shook his head. Qin Tian resolutely plunged into "primitive butterfly inflammation."
This "ever-changing dish" in adulthood left the power of original butterfly inflammation, which was completely volatilized.
But for half an instant, Qin Tian felt that he was about to become a pile of ashes.
A strong sense of death crisis occupies every corner of the soul.
In this case, the person with fierce will will run away regardless of everything and flee out of the origin of dieyan.
But Qin Tian didn't. his feet took root and stood still.
Eyes are firm and deep, forgetting death and everything.
"Zizizi!"
The colorful and glittering primitive butterfly inflammation spread to young people all over the body, every inch of flesh and blood!
It's full of limbs, viscera and souls, so that it can burn mountains and rivers into a bubble. Butterfly inflammation is "covered and melted". Think about it, can it feel better? It's terrible and heartbroken.
Ah!
"Ah! Ah!"
After all, mixed with the cry of pain through the heart, the birth rushed out.
His forehead was covered with blue tendons. Qin Tian was tireless and shouted hoarse.
... worthless! Didn't you say that if you squeak, you won't be an indomitable man?
The divine imperial concubine queen sneered, "how many voices have you shouted?"
"Hey ~ ~" laughed and trembled ferociously. Qin Tian replied, "didn't you shout...?"
"What do you mean?" the queen of the imperial concubine was stunned: "how could this God be afraid of this primitive butterfly inflammation."
You know, that's not what I mean.
Qin Tianxiao's evil; "When we slap... You shout much better than me, and you catch and bite people."
"Ah!"
The queen, the divine princess, collapsed and screamed: "I... I'll kill you! Don't burn you to ashes with this original butterfly inflammation, the God will break you into pieces!"
"You know how to scare me... Can you do it at some time? If you don't ridicule me all the time, can I refute you?"
Qin Tian's voice was intermittent, which was also the suffering brought by the original dieyan. It was too attached to the bone and marrow: "all right, Lord queen, please be quiet for a while. If I am distracted from talking to you again, it would be a long time and a short time... You can only be alone all your life and be widowed alone. That day... It's terrible to think about it, and no one will accompany you."
In the temple.
With long blond hair, dignified and graceful, the highest and most holy, the beautiful imperial concubine queen, her lips are pale, her hands and feet tremble, and her anger is about to burst: "I! I will never go around you... Smelly boy, wait for me!"
"An hour, long and painful, has finally passed."
After this first hour, Qin Tian was familiar with and adapted to the hardships brought by "primitive butterfly inflammation".
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