Killer Crossover: Little Miss Waste

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"Senior, senior..." Lan Jun shouted while dodging the pursuit, "This is your old No. 30 sixth-generation granddaughter, please see clearly!"

Lan Jun yelled repeatedly, but his yelling did not slow down the founding general's movements, but became more and more fierce.

"Damn..." Shangguan Zhen cursed secretly, and Lan Jun's shout, mixed with the sound of the ground cracking, made her unable to calm down, and she couldn't help frowning.

Recently, she felt that she was becoming more and more like a person, and she understood emotions, and she didn't know whether this was good or bad, but the only thing that was certain was that it made her feel very comfortable. [

I don't know how long it took, but in the end, Shangguan Zhen couldn't stand Lan Jun's noise, and shouted angrily: "Shut up!" trampling sound.

The few people just avoided the attack of the sculpture, and fortunately the few people were small. Although this was a disadvantage, it also became the advantage of the few people, especially when hiding in a narrow gap, the advantage was prominent.

However, going on like this is not a solution, it consumes physical strength, not to mention the magic power, it also consumes time, they don't have so much free time nowadays, they have to go out quickly, find their parents, and make a new plan for revenge.

Shangguan Zhen and Han Ming looked at each other, then understood their respective thoughts, nodded slightly, took advantage of the sculpture not paying attention, flew out against the wind, flew up, and stood on the spacious arm of the sculpture after a while.

That arm can accommodate about ten people standing, standing on it, there is a feeling of looking down on the common people, the boundless falling trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in, and the feeling of looking down on the heroes.

However, the feeling belongs to the feeling, but he does not forget to attack. Han Ming deliberately annoyed the sculpture on the other side, shifting his sight and paying attention, and Shangguan Zhen took advantage of this moment, pulled out the Chengying sword, and swung the sword towards the statue. .

Being passed by the Chengying Sword, although there was no danger of death, a deep scar was drawn on the neck. A miraculous scene happened, and the scratched neck was slowly overflowing with blood.

Shangguan Zhen looked at this scene in a daze, as if he hadn't thought that the sculpture would bleed, he was in a daze for a moment, but just in time to meet the sculpture's sharp palm, he felt a chill coming, Shangguan Zhen escaped narrowly.

Being dodged deftly by Shangguanzhen, the sculpture seemed to become more angry. Although the sculpture's face was still expressionless, Shangguanzhen could feel the inner anger.