I don't know what people will think.

At least most of the world can't accept this terrible reality.

On the vast sea level, the wind and clouds are surging and the magic power is rolling.

From time to time, the head of a fish comes out from the bottom of the water, jumping up a light silver arc.

Such a big movement on the sea has already shaken the whole blue sea bottom.

A huge land whale emerged from the bottom of the sea, spouted water, opened a pair of round eyes, and looked at the sea in surprise.

On an island, the son of Miyan who is playing chess with Wang Chen.

Holding the pawn's fingers, he suddenly stopped in the mid air. Apart from the slight rotation of his eyes, he found that his whole body was up and down, and his limbs could not move.

Miyan shinko glanced at the man sitting opposite.

Peach blossom God Zun's finger holding the tea cup moved slightly, and quickly broke away from the shackles. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

The momentary delay made him feel that his body seemed to be bound by the heavenly way, almost unable to move.

"All right." A peach blossom language with a laugh, gloating at the eyes stiff sitting in the opposite Miyan son.

"Ah, what a strong binding force. All the people below the divine realm will be bound

This product can't be opened or picked up. After a long time of chattering in front of the motionless master Yan, he said, "ah, I have to go to see my Joe. My Joe doesn't know what he's up to. Look at this. How could it be so turbulent to put this good star region in order? "

While talking, the whole island boomed, and the ground shook several times.

Maiyan Shengzi bit the small steel teeth and stared at the peach blossom God Zun who was walking up and down.

This product is really inferior. It looks a little worse than that little bastard of Mo Lian.

Some peach blossom sits on the stone table, folds up the long legs, reaches out to poke the black faced Holy Son of Miyan, "my Lord is gone! You stay here. This game, I won! "

Said, he also specially surrounded the white man with his own black son, then tilted his head and looked at his masterpiece with special satisfaction.

Win, win or so beautiful, hehe.

Miyan son:

Seeing his body shape flickering and disappearing on the island, Miyan couldn't help turning his eyes.

Age of one hundred, IQ of zero!

Not as good as a few days old baby Mo!

When he appeared again, he was standing beside the tree.

The tree is now stuck there like a wooden man. I can see that the rotten peach blossom appears on my side. My eyes can't help but move and glance at him.

"Ah, my Joe, you've been settled! I'm not tired. Would you like me to hold you for a while? "

The beautiful dark eyes of the trees glared at him.

Don't think the goods are laughing, she can't hear the meaning of gloating in his laughter.

Taohuashenzun curls his mouth and turns his head to see the flowing light gathered by thousands of gods, wrapped in the half empty ink baby.

At this time, Mo Baobao is wrapped in a shining cocoon, only vaguely able to see two small hands sticking out of his swaddling clothes.

This small hand in the air around the disorderly, by the crystal halo set off pink and white.

The LORD God looked at it for a long time, and then he frowned and whispered, "Joe, is the little league getting promoted again?"

Is there really no problem with the child's promotion so fast?

The tree continued to stare at him.