Polo’s face was full of fanatical Se, and a low roar hit him dozens of times rapidly, and three penises on his legs simultaneously produced a fishy white Se liquid.
She entered the girls’ bodies and got three pure female jīng yuan y and n for her.
The beautiful women’s crooning like wild cats came to an abrupt end at this moment. All their yuan y and n were drained, their eyes were dull, their skin gradually began to dry and relax, and they fell on the bed like pools of rotten meat.
There is no power to support their own actions, no thinking, no desire to survive, and even the walking dead are not as good.
"Blackie, it’s your turn."
Poirot’s face showed a trace of evil Se, and he waved and summoned a German shepherd.
This German shepherd dog is as tall as one person, extremely stocky, with three heads, dark hair and purple, red and gold pupils. In front of it, an ordinary tiger is as fragile and lovely as a straw dog.
After all, it is a demonized fierce beast, and this little black has a little ignorant spirit. After long-term cultivation, he can understand some people’s words. As soon as Poirot spoke, he understood his next task.
Three black and huge wolves show ferocious and terrible God Se, and the thick and clear saliva drips down the teeth like a dagger, and soon forms a pool of puddles on the ground.
Xiaohe gracefully paced up to three girls with a white face and despair, and bowed his head.
Yum yum yum …
The sound of broken flesh jīng blood spread out, which made people feel sore, but Poirot watched with interest, as if watching the works of art completed by his heart.
Compared with the three-headed dog in hell, the three girls look so petite and lovely, but after dozens of breaths, they are treated as food and completely swallowed.
Even the life J: ng Hua that Polo just released from her life fell into the belly of Little Black.
"I’m a genius! In this way, it won’t be wasted ~ "
Poirot’s face flushed with an abnormal blush of cháo, closed his eyes, and began to feel sorry for himself morbidly.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something unhappy, as if he had just swallowed a fresh mosquito, and his face showed a disgusting expression.
"Damn old man! How dare you collide and offend me! If my father didn’t want you to be useful, I would drain your Yuanyang, and then use the most cruel method to peel, debone and cramp the corpse, so that you will die of torture! "
Poirot stroked a wound that ran through xìng on his chest, and God Se became more ferocious: "How dare you leave a scar on my perfect body? Damn it!"
The so-called old man is naturally the old Rick who came to seek revenge half an hour ago. And that long scar shows that old Rick is definitely not just "bumping and offending" Poirot.
In fact, if Murphy didn’t catch old Rick in time, I’m afraid Master Poirot would follow in the footsteps of Sack, the lackey.
No matter what xìng, status, or strength, there are some knots, and the more you think about them, the more tangled you are. Poirot was upset at the thought of the rough and overbearing figure holding the purple Se sword, and Daoji seemed to have been cut out of the crack, and even calmed down and lost the mind of refining the three virgin yuan Y and N that had just been harvested.
Forcing himself to practice for a while, and almost drawing a mana storm, Poirot stood up with a full face of terror, and paced back and forth in a luxurious yin-stricken hut with a pale face.
One interest, two interest, three interest …
As time went by, Poirot frowned more and more tightly.
Once the goblin’s obsession is derived, it is more deeply rooted than the creatures on the ground, and it is difficult to pull it out. He is no exception. Old Rick hurt his body and broke his heart. When old Rick dies, he is uneasy.
"Hum! Give face to shame! Don’t let me marry Ali? Okay, okay, okay! Then I’ll do it nine times a day, and when I get tired of playing, I’ll spare her yuan y and n and throw it to the dog! "
Master Polo’s face is full of ferocious and excitement peculiar to abnormal condition, and this "coup" is derived, which makes him a little crazy.
"Come on! Bring Ali here, and this young master will take her virgin Yuan Y and N! "
As soon as he shouted this, Poirot keenly captured a strong mana fluctuation 30 miles away.
Of course, strong and weak are also points of reference. This kind of strength, which is about a weight of quenching gas, is a "devil king" high above hundreds of millions of underground demons, and for him, it is a small ant that can be easily crushed to death.
"How dare in my site? I’m afraid that some stupid devil in purgatory is jealous of the wealth of Haiti, right? When you are sleepy, someone will send a pillow, hey hey … "
Although Poirot has just been hit hard and can only exert his initial strength, it is enough for him to kill a "little guy who has just stepped into the secret of quenching gas for less than ten years" on his own.
Persimmons should be picked and squeezed, which is an eternal truth. Old Rick is a hermit, but he can’t do it. He can’t easily kill a child with a sword.
With this in mind, Poirot set up a black wind and sailed against the sky, flying in the direction of the south gate of Haiti.
……
Haitian City, the basement of the Lord’s Mansion.
Here, the devil may cry, the magic dance is dense, the y and n wind fills the air, and the light is dim. When people with normal hearts stay here for some time, they will become abnormal. Here, it is simply a perfect prison.
In fact, this is indeed a prison. But what’s unusual is that it doesn’t have a torture room. Its furnishings are simple, its walls are bright and clean, and it even covers an area of tens of acres. It is extremely broad, and an array is set up everywhere, and no magic insects and filth can erode it.
In this way, this closed environment is even more frightening.
Such a large room was filled with three things.
Murphy, old Rick, and … LingShi.
No matter how tall and burly the first two are, they can’t occupy one-tenth of the basement. So, the huge number of Lingshi in stock here can be imagined.
At this time, the old Rick was wild and strong before he was half-divided, and the Zi Xia sword he was carrying had disappeared without a trace, showing the old age of vicissitudes of life. Between breaths, he was dead with a turbid air, and his face was covered with lividity, as if he could fall at any time. He was tied to the dark cross and was slaughtered for fish.
Standing in front of him is a man who can’t see the geometry of age.
This man is handsome in appearance, with bright eyes and long ears. He is dressed in a carved gold robe, a jade belt on his waist, Panlong combat boots on his feet, and a pike and a strong bow. If it weren’t for the traces of years left by his white hair, he would look like a handsome young man.
Yes, he is the owner of Haiti City, Murphy.
"I thought it was a young man who coveted my wealth, but I didn’t expect it to be a big fish delivered to my door."
Murphy was in a good mood. He picked up a piece of highly pure Lingshi, threw it into his mouth like chocolate, and chewed it gently.
Even though he is a monster beast, Shou Yuan is extremely long, but it also brings the disadvantage of the monster beast.