Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 899 The Sour Stink of Master and Love

Are the masters of the Dead?

After hearing Lyon’s guess, everyone couldn't help but look at each other for a while, and then ...

"Unlikely?"

Capricorn directors first spoke, and blinked the letter in doubt:

"Although they are all dominated by the dead world, the first deceased can be different from the master of other dead worlds. Even if it is placed in the pillar god, he is also the strongest. During the heyday, he can even be comparable to the former four pillars.

Even if he was limited, he felt that he could not properly handle all the deceased, and he divided the [Death] authority for more than half of his own, but he was still the strongest master of the dead world. How could it be so gone? "

"I also think it's a bit strange ..."

After thinking slightly, the Cancer Director of Cancer frowned:

"Although the first deceased is neutral, and the binding power to others is not strong, the oldest qualification is indeed the leader of the master of the dead world.

According to the records in the bureau, in order to keep the boredom of the dead world, he wanted to return to the [six sides of the elephant], and he had also played with the three generations of adults once. How could it be killed because of the inner puppet? "

"What kind of conspiracy!"

The shooter's director squinted his eyes and doubtedly said:

"The master of the dead world may have any plans, so the soul fragments of Aquarius have been used to try to convey false news to us ... By the way, the three generations of adults!"

Speaking of this, the Sagittarius director seemed to think of something. He turned around and looked at the three generations of the old man, and asked with a frown and asked:

"You deal with the first dead than me. What do you think about this news?"

"I don't want to watch!"

He reached out and fished twice in the pot, but even a spoon could not be found. The three generations of old men who were anxious and corrupt couldn't help stomating and roared in the direction of Lyon:

"It's all about you, don't come here! Hey! I have soaked the forged **** in the pot! What is going on throwing another spoon in?"

"..."

No ... you have a thousand -year -old Parkinson, and you can't catch the spoon in the pan, and you can blame my head?

Looking at the three -generation old man who was so anxious, Lyon couldn't help but raise his lips, and then he was too lazy to ignore the forging madman, and said directly to propose:

"Golden Bull, let's think about it here and can not analyze any results. Or, let me go out from [Sage Cemetery] first, check the situation of [No return to the road].

You all know that if the first deceased really had a problem, then [no return to the road] will definitely stop. As long as I let me touch the road, the true and false of this news can be determined. "

"This is the most direct way ..."

After nodding and recognizing Lyon's proposal, Taurus Director looked at the pale face in her eyes, and the soul with obvious broken sense, and then frowned:

"But you should change others. Your current state looks a bit bad.

"Golden Bull, I have no problem."

"Non -speaking, how can there be no problem without a quarter of the soul?"

After glared at Lyon dissatisfied, the old silver lady could not be rejected:

"You look like you walk, don't think about moving, hurry up and find a coffin for a while to make up for the damaged soul!"

"But do not return to the road ..."

"Let Pisces go."

Taurus director shook his head:

"The Pisces Palace's secrets are similar to your ability, and check whether there is no way to stop the road. He used to be the same in the past. You should hurry up and take care of yourself!"

"..."

Oh well. Looking at the expression of the old lady of Yinfa, I understood that Lyon, who had no discussion on this matter, had to take over her care and gave up her plan to go out to check the situation. Repair the soul, but ...

"You change a coffin!"

After the forging **** who turned the white -eyed eye came out of the pot, he looked at the iron spoon inserted on his head. The three generations of directors who were so distressed that the beard turned around and looked at Ryan angrily:

"Suddenly shocked ... the appearance of the material is broken! You find a coffin that is far away from me to lie, don't bother me forging!"

"..."

There are so many things!

After turning his eyes towards the three generations of old men, because the uncle would be forged, Lyon had to buckle back the coffin who had opened the coffin in the coffin's aggressive eyes, and looked for it. A farther coffin.

"Far away! Far away!"

"..."

Damn, you are still over, right?

Looking at the straight -line distance from his own line, it has been more than 800 meters, but still shouting the three generations of old men who are far away. Lyon couldn't help but close his eyes. I walked more than ten meters.

"Okay, just there! Dig it!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Walking, what are you talking about!

After finally getting the first year of the three generations of old men, Lyon walked black with a black face in front of a dug -of -open grave bag.

Emma, ​​who raised his head in surprise, looked up.

ah? Intersection Intersection

Looking at my knees and sitting in the ebony coffin together, there were two tear marks in the corner of my eyes. Emma, ​​who was panicked in a panic, couldn't help but stunned. , Pushed into the warm and soft embrace.

Haha, this time I see how you come out!

After a buckle on the coffin cover, and moved two pieces of tombstones to firmly hold it firmly, quietly touched the three generations behind Lyon. Acting towards a stunned Taurus:

"What are you doing? Come and get me! Didn't you see it?"

"Three generations of adults ..."

After looking at the ebony coffin that was no longer moving in the distance, the Taurus directors could not help but support the amount with their hands and said helplessly:

"You were ..."

"I was the reason to brush the pot before eliminating the source of the pollution, and to brush the pot before it was forged.

After signing my hand, it was not possible to recall the two fierce heartbeats he had just heard. The three generations of old men couldn't help but grin, showing a kind smile that was unique to a big cowonist.

"Well, it's nice to be young ~ Do you say it?"

"..."

"really."

Mowing

Um?

After looking at the only [Sage Cemetery], which was still standing in the distance, it seemed to smell what the face was smelled, and the skin on his face was probably the skin of the nose position.

Strange ... Why did a strange sour smell suddenly emerge in the mixed cemetery?

(This chapter is finished)