"Give us to death!

The spicy legs are soft, stared at by so many strange idols, and their wings are gradually moving.

The strength of the horizontal power is called to be able to rival it at all. These idols can pinch it.

But they were still saying: "Why is the difference in thought, we say that we are not God? Why do we have no memories after we die!"

Stab.

From the beginning, Yin Nian, who had said nothing, suddenly reached out and drew in his pocket.

He calmly took out a long thing.

Blind the fire.

A fragrance is floating in the air, which is a real fragrance, the kind of commonly used in the temple.

Yin Nian squeezed the end of the incense, handed over the heads of the horrible people, shook his wrist and sprinkled the fragrant gray. In the momentum, there was quite a chic atmosphere in the face of the pigpen.
Chapter completed!