1852 Chapter 1847 is coming

Name：Super Warcraft Factory Author：Fried Mung Bean 1
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"No problem, everything will be given to me."

The elders of the magic have pulled the stiff face, revealing a grievance, even a horrified smile.

It came to Turlin, and six octopus under the mandibular shake early, just like the Disco in the nightclub, the same alone.

"You, don't come over!"

Tesh Lin glared at the heart of the magic, and wanted to retreat, but found that the body lost control. Every muscle of the legs no longer listened to the order, the body stiff like wood.

"Haha, how long does it take to taste the high-end mage? Maybe there is two hundred years, maybe it is three hundred years, the gray demo's brain is too much, and now I have to spit it."

The heart of the devil is indulging, and a pair of purple eyes blooms, strong, like the spiritual pour of the floods, and poured into the brain of the latter.

Ah, ah!

Tesstin is a high-end mage, mental strength is more than ten times higher than the first-order professional, but in front of the spiritual torrents, it is like a small fishing boat in the huge waves, so that it is about to be rolled out. Enter the waves.

It's like dozens of long nails to pierce the brain, constantly agitating, Turlin has a horrible, tearful water, and no one half of the master's high is on top.

Seahidiang and other juvenile scholars met, if the whole, the whole body trembled, his face was pale.

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"No problem, everything will be given to me."

The elders of the magic have pulled the stiff face, revealing a grievance, even a horrified smile.

It came to Turlin, and six octopus under the mandibular shake early, just like the Disco in the nightclub, the same alone.

"You, don't come over!"

Tesh Lin glared at the heart of the magic, and wanted to retreat, but found that the body lost control. Every muscle of the legs no longer listened to the order, the body stiff like wood.

"Haha, how long does it take to taste the high-end mage? Maybe there is two hundred years, maybe it is three hundred years, the gray demo's brain is too much, and now I have to spit it."

The heart of the devil is indulging, and a pair of purple eyes blooms, strong, like the spiritual pour of the floods, and poured into the brain of the latter.

Ah, ah!

Tesstin is a high-end mage, mental strength is more than ten times higher than the first-order professional, but in front of the spiritual torrents, it is like a small fishing boat in the huge waves, so that it is about to be rolled out. Enter the waves.

It's like dozens of long nails to pierce the brain, constantly agitating, Turlin has a horrible, tearful water, and no one half of the master's high is on top.

Seahidiang and other juvenile scholars met, if the whole, the whole body trembled, his face was pale.

"No problem, everything will be given to me."

The elders of the magic have pulled the stiff face, revealing a grievance, even a horrified smile.

It came to Turlin, and six octopus under the mandibular shake early, just like the Disco in the nightclub, the same alone.

"You, don't come over!"

Tesh Lin glared at the heart of the magic, and wanted to retreat, but found that the body lost control. Every muscle of the legs no longer listened to the order, the body stiff like wood.

"Haha, how long does it take to taste the high-end mage? Maybe there is two hundred years, maybe it is three hundred years, the gray demo's brain is too much, and now I have to spit it."

The heart of the devil is indulging, and a pair of purple eyes blooms, strong, like the spiritual pour of the floods, and poured into the brain of the latter.

Ah, ah!

Tesstin is a high-end mage, mental strength is more than ten times higher than the first-order professional, but in front of the spiritual torrents, it is like a small fishing boat in the huge waves, so that it is about to be rolled out. Enter the waves.

It's like dozens of long nails to pierce the brain, constantly agitating, Turlin has a horrible, tearful water, and no one half of the master's high is on top.

Seahidiang and other juvenile scholars met, if the whole, the whole body trembled, his face was pale.

"No problem, everything will be given to me."

The elders of the magic have pulled the stiff face, revealing a grievance, even a horrified smile.

It came to Turlin, and six octopus under the mandibular shake early, just like the Disco in the nightclub, the same alone.

"You, don't come over!"

Tesh Lin glared at the heart of the magic, and wanted to retreat, but found that the body lost control. Every muscle of the legs no longer listened to the order, the body stiff like wood.

"Haha, how long does it take to taste the high-end mage? Maybe there is two hundred years, maybe it is three hundred years, the gray demo's brain is too much, and now I have to spit it."

The heart of the devil is indulging, and a pair of purple eyes blooms, strong, like the spiritual pour of the floods, and poured into the brain of the latter.

Ah, ah!

Tesstin is a high-end mage, mental strength is more than ten times higher than the first-order professional, but in front of the spiritual torrents, it is like a small fishing boat in the huge waves, so that it is about to be rolled out. Enter the waves.

It's like dozens of long nails to pierce the brain, constantly agitating, Turlin has a horrible, tearful water, and no one half of the master's high is on top.

Seahidiang and other juvenile scholars met, if the whole, the whole body trembled, his face was pale.

"No problem, everything will be given to me."

The elders of the magic have pulled the stiff face, revealing a grievance, even a horrified smile.

It came to Turlin, and six octopus under the mandibular shake early, just like the Disco in the nightclub, the same alone.

"You, don't come over!"

Tesh Lin glared at the heart of the magic, and wanted to retreat, but found that the body lost control. Every muscle of the legs no longer listened to the order, the body stiff like wood.

"Haha, how long does it take to taste the high-end mage? Maybe there is two hundred years, maybe it is three hundred years, the gray demo's brain is too much, and now I have to spit it."

The heart of the devil is indulging, and a pair of purple eyes blooms, strong, like the spiritual pour of the floods, and poured into the brain of the latter.

Ah, ah!

Tesstin is a high-end mage, mental power is more than ten twice as first-level professional, but in the spirit of rolling