Chapter 1353： Leng Han is shy, JPG

"laugh..."

A group of coquettish girls blowing the hooligan whistle, raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.

It looks just like the freshmen in Cataclysm University, when the freshmen enrolled in various ways, the seniors and senior sisters grouped and refreshed the new copies. There is a kind of that they will carry a few picturesque brows from the military training crowd at any time and go back to the village. The wife is like a barrel.

As the first and only commander of the three thousand squadrons who want your life, the appearance of the prestigious tiger, leopard, jackal and cold tyrannosaurus is too rare and rare. There are even deadly team members who secretly set up the recorder. Record Leng Han’s current expression and prepare to send it to some strange and relatively private channels.

Leng Han is shy, JPG

I'm afraid that it's not because my eyeballs are falling off the ground. Can I mix a lot of rewards and gifts?

I don't know who shouted,

"Team Cold, Geng Yue sneaked a photo of you!"

Huh huh!

Those under the table, the meat-eaters on the barbecue, and those under the boat on the boat, all of the eyes followed.

Leng Han's eyes were even more piercing, and Geng Yue's cold sweat spread all over his face.

"Ah this..."

Geng Yue yelled, yelling,

"Zhong Xiaolian, your grandmother, you must die!"

As soon as the recorder was lost, Geng Yue's two hundred to several kilograms of grid volleyed toward the informer.

Tarzan is overwhelming!

"Don't come here..."

"Ah~"

A dead voice.

The recorder flew a half circle in the air, slammed on someone's head, touched a certain switch, and instantly projected a huge picture with a frame of more than 10 meters.

As the recorder drew circles and swirled in the air, the angle of the picture kept changing—the whole world was filled with Leng Han holding a rice ball with reddish cheeks.

The three thousand shy towers didn't care about what the cold brigade they admired and feared would be, and immediately laughed out loud.

So here comes the problem.

These are three thousand people, all their hearts are thinking about each other, how neat can they laugh? How many decibels can you laugh?

It can basically be described in one word-

"Boom~"

Leng Han: "....."

The corners of Leng Han's mouth twitched, and the blue veins jumped out, and the rice ball in his hand was hung with a layer of blue ice.

Dead ball!

The cold team is afraid that it is not going to kill!

The sisters were dumbfounded and stupid.

They looked at each other, trying to greet the relatives of the plastic sisters around with their eyes.

"Run..."

"Team Cold spared my life!!"

"Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare..."

Three thousand people ran three thousand routes, the scene was spectacular.

Leng Han was silent for a while, turning his face to Mimi Mi Mi.

"You guys, are you smiling?"

Mi Mi Mi Mi can't see Leng Han's expression, only a profile face.

!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

We are professionally trained, no matter how funny we are...

"Pouch..."

Run! !

When Mi Mi Mi Mi reacted, she usually took a mouthful of a deputy team, a coach, a coach, and the sisters called Thieves, who had already rushed out for hundreds of meters, and some of them had neat legs and feet, and they were standing several miles away. The girl grinned to the root of her ears and waited for fifty steps with a smile.

A streamer-like light silk scarf protruded from the back of Lenghan’s waist, and instantly differentiated into tens of thousands of silk threads, which rose up in a spiral shape. After reaching a height of several thousand meters, it spread to all directions at a terrifying speed. The overwhelming silk thread stretches into pieces, which are already formed in an instant, like a large bowl with a diameter of several kilometers, sturdy upside down.

"Boom~"

The ice surface underneath shook, and the sky became the cold color of extremely dense metal.

"Oh."

Uncle Warlock sighed, and he held Sikong with one hand, and a thin layer of gray mist spread out from his hand, wrapping Sikong into a gray translucent cocoon.

The warlock's judgment was not wrong. At the same time, every extremely dense metal wire several times thinner than spider silk was plated with a layer of crystal icy blue, and the temperature in the entire "bowl" dropped sharply.

The whole process didn't even take more than half a second, and even the farthest player standing on the outermost periphery did not have a chance to react.

"Puff~"

Piles of bonfires gradually extinguished under the terrifying low temperature, and when they extinguished, they made a dying gasp.

Uncle Warlock said with emotion,

"Long Lieutenant General Leng's level of manipulation of extremely dense metals now seems to be perfect."

"Yeah," Lin Chou nodded and took a bite of the meat skewers in his hand, "click."

The taste is still the same, the oil bubbles are fine and delicate, but it becomes the taste of popsicles.

The thousands of different metal wires have a clear division of labor, **** with three thousand large living people, hanging up and smoking, screaming endlessly.

The scene is very restrained, and the painting style is more essence than Pansidong.

Leng Han Shark is crazy.

Lin Chou slapped the ice scum that kept forming on his body,

"Your awakening ability seems to be very restrained against low-level evolutionaries?"

Leng Han didn't let go of the hanged team member because of Lin Chou's questioning.

However, after becoming angry, the temperature of a small area around her quickly returned to normal.

"The lower the level, the more obvious the effect. If it is the same level as mine, it is unlikely to be completely frozen, but it is fine for a single unit. If the area is wide, it can probably reduce most of the enemy's agility."

"What about the Void Beast?"

"Almost no effect..." Leng Han shook his head. "The Black Army has studied that virtual beasts can actually be regarded as a rank 7 creature with very casual combat power, but the flesh is quite repressive compared to humans. As for them, Comparing the same kind itself, the fighting ability span is amazing."

"Are there any steps?"

"Yes, it's just that there is no combat power that matches the rank, so you can't ignore the skills of the rank to basically have no effect on them."

"The Void Beast is already terrifying, okay," Sikong's voice came from the cocoon of gray mist, muffled, "You still dislike people's low-level combat effectiveness?"

Warlock, Leng Han, and Lin Chou looked at each other,

"Ha~"

Sikong soothed the gray mist, and immediately exploded his hair.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean!"

"You look down on me, right?"

Three people: ^_^

This kind of thing is no different from Sikong, whose fighting power is infinitely equal to 0, and playing the piano on a cow—comrade Wu Ke, who has evolved into a goblin miner, has a fighting power of 5!

Sikong said gloomily,

"Believe it or not, I'll sign, your garrison's budget this year will be cut by 50%?"

Leng Han: .....

Yes, that’s right. Sagong himself pays 30% of the funds to the research institute, 30% of the garrison, and 20% of the occurrence committee every year, plus the position of his relatives, Sikongyu. This sentence is really gold. high.

Uncle Warlock’s dark eye sockets flashed up a foot-long green light in an instant.

"Holding the grass, I only knew you were rich. I didn't expect you to be so rich?!"

After all, he grabbed Sikong,

"Come, come, if friends are enough, I have a scientific research project with 5 million circulation points."

"Grass, investment is invested, don't move!"

"Then what should you do if you ran away?"

"..."