How could this happen!
How irritating!
"I want to know what happened!" Virtual game explosive roar
Xu Shifang is sweating profusely. He is calling the Nanling information board of Lianhuo, but Huonan just won’t answer it.
He is also in a hurry.
Xu Shifang knows very well that his elder Xu Yi has a glory and a loss!
The elder is finished, so is he.
So he is really in a hurry!
Usually, 20 minutes is fleeting.
But now every second of these twenty minutes is as long as a year.
The elder virtual game is simply counting one second at a time.
What a rush!
Twenty minutes later, the elder of the third main seat, Huonan, finally picked up the Ling Xun plate, but it was very different from the past, such as the panic sound of a lost dog.
"Blue star nine obsidian guardian seems to be chasing our ass boom! Traceable to the planet!
We lost four more people!
Seriously injured one!
There are still twelve people in our expeditionary force.
There are twelve people!
There are nine more fighting forces!
Reinforcements! We need reinforcements! "
Life is threatened, and the elder of the third main seat, Huonan, is really scared.
I almost died!
Just now, I asked two nine obsidians to guard him, and he would die. Fortunately, the other party chose to destroy the cross-satellite delivery channel.
"Calm down!"
Virtual game is anxious as burning, constantly appeasing the fire south, who is also the elder of the main seat. He was also facing death just now, and his horse recovered at the moment.
After a brief exchange, the virtual game directly said, "Huonan, you try to build a cross-satellite delivery channel again!"
Chapter one thousand two hundred and six Broken life and death bureau policy
"Huonan, you try to build a cross-satellite delivery channel again!"
In an instant, this sentence of the elder virtual game will explode the anger of the elder Huonan in the third main seat. On the spot, Huonan will almost send a message, pointing to the virtual game shame through the Ling Xun plate.
However, the fire south is somehow the third main seat, and the elders are very shrewd. When the anger is about to break out, he will be crushed by himself.
The virtual game of the elder of Huonanbai has now been baked in the fire, and it is urgent to send an array across the stars to prove it or give him a step.
Otherwise, the virtual game has come to an end.
Of course, virtual games are not finished, but they are told to die directly.
It’s a bet on probability!
Everyone is a white blue star or an ancient celestial nine obsidian guardian. There must be restrictions on display and it is impossible to stop displaying it.