[Your doomsday punishment is-]

[Twenty -four hours of mud!]

"Cui Dao!"

"B2 50 !!"

It was screamed around, and everyone was still thinking about Bing Bing to quit bets in the first second, but the next moment everyone saw that the whole person disappeared in place!

If it collapses, on October 10th, the eyes of the eyes are quickly grabbed the cloak, but the cloak is empty!

"Tong!"

Puff.

Suddenly fell to the ground, and the dizzy Jiao Itachi hadn't returned to God, and was rudely picked up by Zhou Xiyang's neck.

"What did you do to him?!"

Zhou Xiyang drank sharply: "Where did he go?!

"Squeakhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Itachi doesn't know!

The dying white heylum desperately kicked his legs, the scorching black paw was unable to pull it, and he couldn't breathe, staring at his tongue.

"The Zhou team don't strangle it, this Itachi gambles to Cui Dao. He is still alive, and Cui Dao can't die."

Originally, I was so distressed that the half -life Taoist who comforted Jiao Zombie appealed: "The cloak is still there, and the hostel has not prompted, Cui Dao is okay."

"Is there any negative state of his gambling props?"

At this moment, Bai Xiaotian, who was half -life, intervened and asked.

Zhou Xiyang asked Jiao Mo Boat's situation, and when he knew that C did not lose for a second, he was even more worried. He looked at Yu and Hui. He just opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but saw the big white fox staring at the porcisk in front of him, his eyes were a bit weird.

Zhou Xiyang looked at Yu and Hui's eyes -he didn't see anything. After the heavy rain, it took one night.

"Yu Hehui? Can you feel the status of B.?"

"He is fine now."

Yu and Hui coughing lightly, squatting down, the three scorched black long tails shake, shaking off the scorched hair on the surface of the tail.

"I just stay here, you are busy first-"

"younger brother!!"

The red monster of the human face flew over like a bomber, and he pierced into the depression and wisdom tail hair. He was like a fishing fish eagle, but a mud villain was picked out from the pit!

This villain 'workmanship' is fine, with a large slap, a large head, feet, and limbs, and even the head of the head on the top of the head, with wings behind the back, like a delicate and expensive hand!

It's just that the villain was soaked by the water and softened, and his body was wet mud. He resisted the head of the big bird with two little hands, and the tip of his wings was hard.

It is completely impossible to defeat the power of the red bird.

"Brother, you are a concubine now, you can't soak water."

The red bird carefully put the mud man on Yuhe Hui, curiously at him, and stirred it seriously: "If you soak more water, you will get rid of it, and it will be troublesome."

Nympho

Except for the light rain of Lili, the scene was silent, and the eyes of everyone and the demon fell on the back of the big fox, and the autistic mud man wrapped up with his wings.

The devil merchant's expression was complicated. It turned out that this strange bird was not the illusion of Xiao Cui, but the Nezha Ling. No wonder he began to slap at that time. But the point is not this now.

The devil businessman's eyes were away, and he could be called by Nezha Ling.

"Cui, Cui Dao."

Zhou Xiyang was rare, and his voice fluttered: "Are you okay?"

Under the attention, the little clay was broken and broke the jar, and he took his wings. He climbed up and kicked the red bird's chin angrily and kicked it.

***

‘It's okay, it’ s just twenty -four hours. It can be returned to normal after 24 hours. ’

The sound of the rain in the middle of the night was pouring. After the war, Deqing Class's homestay had become a ruin. Only the ancient drama in the middle was fortunate that there was no collapse, and the eaves on the top could barely cover the wind and rain.

People in the middle of the night have to rest. Passengers gather together to discuss, and place the coffin and paperman out of the stage. Under the guardian of the granddaughter of the family and the old housekeeper of the family, the damage of the paper people is not serious.

In addition to paper people and coffins, the devil merchants and CBPARTERIDE of 2050 are also temporarily resting here. The veteran passengers are thick and thick, and they just find a rest.

The devil merchant couldn't help but look at the other side, and can only see the back of the big white fox. The three -tailed sky fox was lying on the side.

, Put on a red oil paper umbrella on the surface.

I contributed on October 10th.

Yu Hehui and Wei Yan were talking secretly. The devil merchants couldn't hear their dialogue sounds. They only heard that Baihu seemed to be mumbled, full of soothing.

‘It’ s just a mud man, no injury, no death, this is really good. ’

Yu Hehui sighed from the inside, but under the red oil paper umbrella, Wei Yan sitting on the dried cloak was still refused to speak. His mouth was tightly closed, as if he was afraid of a mouth mud.

The whole person is emotional and does not want to move.

He looks normal now. Except for a small dot, the mud man is exactly the same as normal. However, once the water is poured or wet, the surface of the skin will be exposed on the surface of the skin. The severe point is that the mud flows.

Wei Yan's skin is white again, and it is too conspicuous when the mud comes out, and it is easy to put it on other things.

"Don't touch me."

Yu Hehui felt that Wei Yan was so addicted to his emotions, and his tip came over to comfort him, but Wei Yan avoided it directly.

That is, Yu and Huihu Mao water prevention and moisture prevention, and the white fox was clean at first glance, and Wei Yan was willing to stay on it. The Jiao Itachi who sold his life to him was already driven aside.

Closer. Nezha Ling was even more angry with Wei Yan. At that time, he gave him a mud fist.

But seeing the strange bird back of the mud, the guardian of the mud, was tired and crooked first, and it has not been relieved until now. In fact, the mud roasted dry guard can have returned to the normal body shape, but the normal body is too easy to be being being easily being used to be.

It is difficult to dry the rain, and it is difficult to dry a phoenix feather. It is not as convenient as the slap.

"Not dirty, how can you be dirty?"

Yu Hehui's heart was broken, and he said nothing: "If you want this to be dirty, the mud man Zhang simply not live."

dream Catcher:?

"The clay people are not dirty."

The opening of the dream Xiaolong is half to maintain the image of Zhang Xingzang. Half is to comfort C and 20: "The mud is very clean. Like the mud used by Xingzang pinching mud, there is no impurities at all, and it can even be eaten. It is really dirty."

"How do you know that mud can eat?"

Wei Yan asked me quietly.

Ah.

The dreamer was choked.

"You now have a low SAN value, it seems that there are some emotional problems."

The dreamer cough twice, and closed his mouth after transferring the topic. Usually, C is still very face -to -face. Now that he is so embarrassed, it seems that the mood is really bad.

The dream chaser was unwilling to touch the mold, and gave Yu and Hui a look of helping.

"Now becoming a mudman is actually better than the disadvantages."

Yu Hehui has been connected to the relay stick, and the reason is in terms of practicality: "You have been punished for seven times, and even if you have a white belite to be injured, it is not light.

In the past, Wei Yan tried it out during the Xiangxi journey. The decrease in the countdown of death was not at a serious time, but it would fine -tune according to the physical condition. Wei Yan's serious injury was dying.

Even if the points are too much, it is not so wasteful.

You must cure the injuries on your body first, so that the countdown speed of death is normal. But Wei Yan's serious injury requires not only consumes a lot of props, but also takes time.

Continuing life is like burning money.

But after becoming a clayman, all those injuries that run through flesh and blood are temporarily ‘gone’.

To be precise, Wei Yan became mud. The mud man was a mud. There was no internal organs and skeleton bones and blood. Even if he was cut off from it, he could be sticky together.

At this moment, the countdown of Wei Yan's death is to decrease at a normal speed. He can slowly heal the injury and not have to be so nervous. It is enough to treat trauma internal injuries within 24 hours.

There are also some places, such as the terrible scars split on the body, the broken demon horns, and the wings of the devil that are almost split from it can take advantage of the opportunity to stick to the mud state.

Mao Xiaole's lucky symbol is used for authentic pipes.

Rao and Hui Hui sighed, which is the end of the day, it is a pen!

"What happened to the injury, I would rather be injured."

Wei Yan sighed melancholy: "Even if you are blind and lame ... oh, you don’t understand."

For Wei Yan, what do the end of injury! His thinking is different from ordinary people. For ordinary people, the death of pain and torture is probably the most terrifying and severe end, but for Wei Yan, what pain torture and death, what pain torture death, what pain torture death, and death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, and death.

This is not even punishment.

The end of the gambler is really absolutely stubborn, and it can be accurately stepped on Wei Yan's thunder point. It is much more serious than Wei Yan's injury to Wei Yan on rainy days.

‘The audience ca n’t be more.’
To be continued...