Chapter 3386

"Taste the Lucky Cookies of love. Maybe tomorrow, you don't have to worry too much..."

The dead waiter sang and danced at the same time, that is, there was no stage light and reverberation effect in mid air. In addition, he forgot to wear his shoes and exposed his dirty and hard socks, but he sang in tune, and the action of rubbing the fireball was also very standard.

How to put it? It can only be said that it was weird. At least a group of people in the wave carrier who were paying attention to the battlefield from a distance basically vomited at this time.

The dead waiter's simple appearance looks like a zombie falling into a cesspit mixed with bleeding. As long as the viewer's willpower is stronger, he may be able to accept it reluctantly, probably.

But as he spoke or expressed his face, or even raised his hands and feet, the whole person's nausea increased exponentially. Basically, few people who saw his face could insist on not vomiting.

Just now, only Bobo and Haley can sit and watch the program. Everyone else ran to rob the toilet. Even Cindy didn't carry it. She didn't endure zubado without retching. Maybe she reached the limit of her ability. When the waiter wanted to reach out and pull him to dance, she finally came out with a sword.

The huge black door board sword blade was waved by him with a backhand, and the gushing black gas cut off the dead waiter's waist. The latter's legs spiraled to the ground, and the black smoke on the sword seemed to live, drilling into Wade's body along the section falling out of his intestines.

BGM continues, but the MP3 is stained with blood.

Wade stopped rubbing the fireball, looked down and saw his lower body fall into the pit on the ground. He took a deep breath of the black fog on the opponent's weapon, shivered and said:

"Why didn't my mercenary want to be a dancer? But the reality is so dark, don't you say, little cookie." he not only doesn't look uncomfortable, but gives the hooded man a warm name: "Thanks to my ex-wife and current wife, I often have comminuted pelvic fractures, so there is no pain in my lower body. Even high paraplegia will not affect my good mood."

Zubado didn't want to hear this nonsense and didn't intend to say anything, because he suspected that he would vomit when he opened his mouth.

So he even took back his huge sword and held it high. He planned to cut another sword to completely kill the annoying flies. The previous reinforcements called by human beings were not very strong, but it was really disgusting.

When the man is cut to death, he will directly blow up the earth in front of him, because it has left him bad memories.

But just then, Wade detonated the flying backpack behind him and covered it with the smoke formed by the explosion. He photographed the button on the belt buckle, transmitted it into zubado's arms holding weapons, and hugged the strong waist like a koala.

The rotten mercenary raised his face, looked at the darkness under his hood with wet eyes, and opened his lips like rotten sausage:

"I know what you're thinking, but da baa, baa, baa."

As he spoke, he crawled up, put a few of the drooping tentacles of the other party's hood in his mouth, and quickly sucked and puffed up!

The weapon of giant sword and the martial arts matched with giant sword actually have a natural weakness, that is, they are most afraid of close combat.

The death knell has symbiosis, which avoids this short board, but obviously zubado doesn't.

He was holding a huge sword in both hands to cut Wade. How could he expect that the death waiter would suddenly flash on him, and even the concept of "nothingness" contained in the weapon could not affect the monster.

Once he was close to his body, how the giant sword should attack the man hanging on his chest became a problem, and his tentacles were made by this bottomless freak, which was disgusting.

"Oh..."

He threw up Wade's face as soon as he bowed his head, because as a rational creature, it is difficult not to fall into temporary madness in the face of this situation.

Zubado was a soldier. While vomiting, he loosened his weapon and was ready to remove the disgusting meat maggots from his chest.

But at this moment, the sky was bright, a huge pale circle of fire, or the black sun, rose from the ground, and the world seemed to be static, leaving only a biting chill.

"Ho!"

A huge golden sword ran through their bodies at the same time from behind. They did not hesitate to hand it, and there was no sense of killing. The dark and hoarse voice came from behind the octopus face:

"Well done, Wade."

"Despicable man..."

Zubado turned his head a little hard, the cosmic energy on his body rose, and a white column of light rushed into the sky.

The energy level is very high. It is probably enough to destroy the single universe. The adjutant's warning immediately pops up in the eyepiece of the death knell helmet, and there is a very large combat effectiveness value.

Is the adjutant playing with the Dragon Ball Terrier?

"Slade, is he going to explode? My little heart beats so hard." the waiter still holds each other's tentacles in his mouth, bites them with his teeth and speaks vaguely.

"He won't have a chance to hang." Su Ming stirred the giant sword with one hand, locked his throat with the force with the other hand, and asked the hanging to mend the knife.

So a bean sprout like creature with a wicked smile put his head in front of zubado, rolled a dagger with his tentacle and chopped fiercely on the tentacle held by the dead waiter.

The dagger was not very sharp, but it cut a little skin, but it killed him.

Zubado turned pale, even his clothes and weapons faded, and turned into a pool of ashes in the blink of an eye.

The human ash pile exploded and fell slowly in the dark night. The cold black sun in the sky immediately disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The waiter who was strung on the weapon like a small sausage touched his body, then painfully closed his eyes and even shed a line of tears:

"When I finished, his tears seemed to be absorbed by the skin and disappeared in an instant. His hands and claws were raised skillfully, and the first three fingers rubbed quickly.

That's it. The dead waiter is not stupid. Of course he knows that this is the enemy. The enemy has to die. There's nothing to say.

All his bedding, all his emotions and performances are for more than 500 yuan. Although working for his cousin is mainly for popularity, the more money, the better.

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