At the same time, dozens of small sea snakes came out of the water.

More and more alien creatures, attracted by the spread of fresh blood around the prophet Tu, swarm towards the prophet.

The prophet, in fear, hissed in the water.

A pair of yellow old eyes, with a few terrible hate, look up to the direction of the ship.

Think of her very noble prophet, how could she come to this end.

The tree didn't want to see any more, closed the window with one hand, stood for a moment in silence, turned around and ran to the bed with a small step.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the sound of purple gold hammer and fat man breaking gongs and voices outside the door. "You mean, the old woman just covered with bandages is still a prophet of the dragon family of forgetting Sichuan?"

A few small laughs came from my side.

The fat man laughed and said, "she is so capable of calculating. Didn't she count that she would die today?"

"Dong Dong." He sat on the side of the bed, looking up at the door.

Outside the plain pane, you can see a few figures shaking.

"Come out for breakfast, Little Joe."

Mr. Qiao Qiao is not very angry. "No appetite, no food."

"No." Dugu Ling knocked on the door twice and said with a smile, "there are all kinds of small hearts you like to eat."

Don't pretend. We all know your little habits. You can't live without three meals a day!

The tree stretched a small face, stretched out his hand to open the hatch, and glanced at Dugu Ling, who was smiling at the door.

Her eyes fell on his face.

It seems to see this man sitting on the small machine smiling and asking himself:

"you are young, don't you really want to die?"

"Only when people have the will to survive can they have hope for the future."

He walked past him, his face paralyzed and expressionless.

Dugu Ling touched his face subconsciously.

Eh, it's strange that there's an illusion. When Xiaomian was looking at him, his eyes were far away, like looking at himself through a layer of hazy fog.

"Facial paralysis." Dugu Ling ran after him with a smile. "Do you want shrimp dumplings? Do you like mung bean porridge or red bean porridge? "

In the morning meal, she was too tired to talk. Whoever spoke to her would not listen.

There was a low pressure on the deck

Standing on the side of a row of waitresses are all trembling, to see her is like to see what kind of monsters, are very far away from her.

It's like if you touch her, you'll have a bad ending.

The arbor is more and more lazy to take care of others. After eating the excuse, he mends his sleep and then slips away.

Go back to the cabin and close the door.

Then he took out a storage token, took out a lightning bomb, and put them on the table in order.

Little hands gently move them to make them roll.

……

"Your Majesty." Xiaokezi rushed in.

At a glance, he saw his majesty standing at the table, holding a pen and writing something.

He was dressed in a royal blue robe, with a few black bamboos on the sleeve.

The green silk is scattered behind, the thin lips are slightly pursed, the eyes are focused on the book, and the standing posture is as pine as cypress.

It's true that a young man is as refined as a millstone.

Xiaokezi was most afraid that he had left without a word. Now seeing him in his study, he felt a little relieved.

"Give this letter to Qiba personally." Break the moon.

"Yes." Xiaokezi held the letter in a hurry and looked serious.