“You smell a lot like Violet.”

Hycainthus didn't want to act anymore.

“I really want to crush your heart.”

He said in a voice only Sigrid could hear, since no one could contend with him now.

On the scorched earth battlefield, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Hycainthus and Sigrid faced each other from dozens of meters away.

Invisible forces met at the intersection of the two powerful figures' gazes.

After chatting about this, Zhang Wei talked with the president and left the banquet.

Even Wan Mingcheng was speechless. His old friend was clearly an educator, so why had his thinking suddenly become so bizarre? Was this ability for him to use to grow flowers?

No joke, he really had to take a good look. Maybe he could find something inside. Didn't the owner of this ordinary house like ancient books and the like? Did you really think it was because of a hobby?

But Li Guangcheng didn't care about these. He felt that the encounter was just to vent his anger for Lin Huixue, which was his simplest and most direct purpose.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'll get it fixed tomorrow! When we have money, we'll replace this broken car!" Lin Ling said angrily, taking the blanket from the back seat and handing it to Jiang Wan.

How could it be that he, lowering his dignity and taking the initiative to walk towards that young man, was stopped?

The two followed the fog and chased it out of the city, stopping in a forest.

Lin Qian thought, this ferocious beast has humanity. If it was raised as a mount, wouldn't it be majestic?

After speaking non-stop for a while, she probably felt it was enough, so she stopped. Then, seeing the eyes of the whole audience on her, she pouted and wanted to hide herself.

Zhang Liner was very satisfied. Everyone likes kindness, and the persona she established was really good.

The Soviet Union's attitude towards Eastern European countries was beyond imagination, but it also forced him to embark on another path. Since you are unwilling to reconcile, then we will directly meet with swords and soldiers.

"Subduing Demons." With an order, the Qimei Xiao Staff among the Eighteen Arhats turned into a golden light, gathering above everyone's heads. It constantly emitted a faint golden light. Streams of Xuanming (mysterious and dark) power enveloped everyone. A faint golden barrier slowly formed. On the barrier, there were vague figures of dragons and tigers.

Romanov pointed to Red Square outside the window. The vast Red Square was full of densely packed tanks and armored vehicles. Occasionally, sinister terror robots could be seen wielding iridium alloy steel claws, crisscrossing through them.

Finally, as nine o'clock approached and the Japanese negotiating delegation was about to arrive at Haneda Village, Wu Jun's soldiers, who had received orders, politely invited Birofsky to the negotiating venue, where Birofsky met with Wang Fu and the representatives of the Western powers.

"Very beautiful, I like it very much." Lin Jianqi took the sachet with a slight smile. The weaving and embroidery of the Atayal tribe are very famous.

Only upon closer inspection would one discover that they all possessed a vast aura, dormant and ready to be unleashed.

With the current strength of the Guardian War Alliance on Earth, basically all the warriors who can pass the Fire Edict Trial are members of the Guardian War Alliance, so Su Chen wants to bring them to Di Luo Star to carefully cultivate them.

In order to prevent these newly resurrected dead from becoming a disorganized mess, Alexia once again exuded her prestige as the Lord of the Underworld, using her supreme authority over these dead to say these words to them.

And in this situation, Coulson met his long-unseen subordinate at the agreed-upon restaurant.

And Xiu Zhe led the main force of warriors to fight within the Sword Domain. The defense of the Sword Domain was gradually being disintegrated by this strangely arriving Heavenly Army.

"You're tired too. Take a shower, apply some medicine, and get some rest!" Looking at the bruises on Zhao Leilei's face, Shen Feng felt pity and couldn't help but reach out and gently pat Zhao Leilei's head.