Warwick the Godfather of Terra

What on earth is this thing used for?

I don't know where the consciousness of that guy who just logged in to play for me came from. Was he playing for nothing? Wouldn't it be better if you left me a few Infinity Edges and Bloodthirsters?

As a victim who could only watch but not say anything, Warwick just thoroughly experienced the feeling of being a minotaur.

Looking at the unlocked Southern Wrath skin on the skin interface, Werewolf said he had no intention of deploying it without digitizing it.

My goodness, my consciousness was almost wiped out after it was unfolded.

Just now, he just saw his skin suddenly light up, so he thought of putting it on to see how it goes. But who would have thought that after putting it on, although there was no scorching soul-burning sensation like the Fire Fang, there was no violent killing desire to invade his consciousness.

Moreover, the power given to him by this skin is not comparable to any previous skin.

When he first transformed into the Wrath of the South Sky, the power that was enough to command the world with just a wave of his hand was truly fascinating.

What is the true God?

But that huge spiritual energy did not obey his orders, but instead controlled his body, which was really weird.

He has always been the one playing tricks on others, but he didn't expect that this time he was the one being played tricks on.

So, after finding an opportunity to put the skin away, Warwick changed back to his ordinary original skin without saying a word.

But when that power and momentum disappeared, the werewolf felt a little lost.

Now he feels like he has been educated by Uncle Long.

No matter how powerful you are in the game, it is still fake.jpg

As the saying goes, a woman who has seen a lion will not fall in love with a hyena, and a man who has ridden a horse will not miss a donkey.

Who would want to play monkey tricks when you are used to playing with numbers?

Despicable.

But at the moment, he really couldn't control the skin of this Niu Beer. Just thinking about it was useless. He sighed, put away the two things in his hands, and turned his head.

On the side were Xi, who was as well-behaved as little Kunzi, and Nian, who was playing with bubbles happily.

Well, it has to be said that ever since Nian Paopao's consciousness was cut off by Nian, Nian Paopao, who had gained self-awareness, had become at odds with her.

One of the two people is the original body, and the other is the origin, and they are fighting back and forth.

Xi lowered his head and felt like he was on fire.

He he he he looked over here.

He he he he he came over.

What is he going to do to me!

Sister, help, help, help!

Xi, with countless emotions changing in his mind in a short period of time, watched the werewolf walk up to him.

Then, he squatted down.

That ferocious and cruel face was right in front of her. Even though she knew she could see the expression on his face if she raised her head, Xi couldn't even do it.

The overwhelming momentum just now put too much psychological pressure on her.

"its not right."

Looking at Xi's chest, the werewolf scanned it again and again with a scrutinizing eye.

Unlike the year, this estimate is b...

No, no, why doesn't this have a tail?

The werewolf looked around but couldn't find where the tip of the tail was.

So the werewolf stood up and started walking around Xi.

I searched for several rounds.

Finally, under the long hair as green as a pine tree, at the top of the tail, a small pout was seen.

As the second to last fragment of the Sui beast to awaken its true self, Xi's fusion with the origin is much deeper than that of Nian.

The part exposed outside is only two inches long and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

The werewolf waved at Nian.

"Come, look and see if it's this one."

Nian took off the Nian bubble that was wrapped around his neck and tried to strangle him, walked up to the werewolf and looked over there.

Indeed, there is a small tail tip in the middle of that graceful waist.

Nian rubbed his smooth chin.

"Yes, that's it."

Xi was confused.

What are you two looking at around me?

Staring at other people's butts and commenting on them.

Abnormal.

However, she only dared to think about it in her mind, but did not dare to move at all.

Looking at his sister's tail which was so stiff that it didn't even dare to bend, Nian showed an evil smile as if he could take a photo of it and become the villain heroine. He took off the beads in his hand and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he had already taken off a bead.

"Then I'll take action."

When the werewolf saw that Nian agreed, he didn't say anything else.

"Press her."

Hearing this, Xi was suddenly shocked.

But before she could move, Nian's hands grabbed her.

Then Warwick reached out and grabbed the small little meat stick.

Grit your teeth and push hard.

“Aa ...

Suddenly, Xi felt as if someone was scraping his soul with a knife.

The severe pain made her scream out in agony.

However, as soon as he screamed, Xi felt something was stuffed into his mouth.

Xi's mouth is not big.

So, this bead just filled her mouth tightly.

"Be good, don't scream, it will be over soon."

She stretched out her hand to stroke the knife in front of her eyes and stared at her sister with an expression as if she wanted to stab herself to death with a sword. Nian Le was as happy as a Dabao who had touched an ancient ingot knife.

"Don't worry, you can't break it even if you bite it hard, my dear sister."

He held Xi's arms with his hands, and clamped her legs with his legs, and pressed Xi to the ground in a woman-locking position.

Even the tail is wrapped with its own tail.

"Don't worry, Lao Fan. Just keep working hard. I'll hold it down for you!"

He held on tightly to his melon-like sister and continued to greet her.

The werewolf pulled the small meat stick between Xi's slender waist with a calm face.

It was as if the exposed, suggestive waist and swaying roundness could not seduce him.

Do you understand the value of data?

After struggling for a while, Xi was in so much pain that he had no strength left.

She was originally the youngest sister, and a literary nerd who was not known for her physique.

This kind of pain that came from the soul might be able to be resisted by a few years, but she really couldn't bear it.

Before Xi's bubbles were half pulled out, Xi herself didn't even have the strength to hum. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing became weak, and she wanted to faint, but the intense stimulation from her lower body prevented her from even fainting.

And the werewolf frowned.

This girl's thing is much harder to pull off than the New Year's, it sticks really tightly.

"Are you done yet?"

When Nian saw that Xi stopped struggling, he suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

He urged impatiently.

However, at this moment.

"Xi, have you finished your painting? This is Longjing before the Qingming Festival..."

A crisp yet gentle sound like a mountain breeze was heard.

The white deer, covered in a light feathered robe, pushed the door open and walked in.

Just in time, he met the eyes of Nian who was pressing on Xi.

The two exchanged glances quickly.

The Nine-Colored Deer nodded.

"excuse me."

Having said that, he closed the door.

You locals are really having fun.

Chapter 23: An Old Friend Comes

The Nine-Colored Deer didn't know when he came to this land.

She didn't know where she was before.

But she knew that in this life, she was herself.

And the moment she opened her eyes, she had a special feeling.

This world seems to be crying and sobbing.

I don’t know what it is that makes the whole world here cry out in grief.

So, she stepped into the world, walking among the mountains, rivers and plants in the land called Dayan, curing the illnesses and relieving the sorrows of the people living there.

But even unconditional kindness and love can attract criticism.

After being insulted, scolded and ostracized, she left the world and came to live alone in this mountain forest.

Living in the mountains, collecting and testing herbs, she has summed up the usage and consumption taboos of countless herbs over the long years.

But a person's journey is lonely and desolate, even if she is quiet by nature, she cannot avoid this.

Even though the feathered beasts in the mountains and the scaly beasts in the rivers are all her companions, she still wants someone with whom she can truly communicate.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time.

She met someone.

She is very similar to me, yet different from me.

Her name is Xi, and she is good at painting. She likes her paintings very much, and Xi also likes the tea she brews.

Xi told her that she didn't dare to sleep, but she was very tired, so every year she would find time to come to her place to drink tea and relieve her fatigue.

If Zishu hadn't told her a few days ago that one of his youngest sons had an acute illness and needed treatment, she would probably still be drinking tea and appreciating paintings with Xi.

Returning to the mountain, she brought with her some Longjing tea picked by birds, intending to brew some fresh tea for her friend. However, who would have thought that when she opened the door of her hut, what she saw was not her friend sitting at the table writing as usual, but she was pinned to the ground, half dead!

Xi in the room was in despair.

It's over, my image is completely ruined.

This time, Xibao, who was dead both physically and physiologically, finally closed his eyes.

"Boom!"