At this time, Lao Wang, who was leading the council, glared at the conference hall and roared: "Damn it, these dogs are going to vote! What should I do, Teacher Cang? He looks like he's going to pay for it!"

Li Cang then stopped chatting with Li Lai Si and turned around to glare at Lao Wang inexplicably.

"Why are you still here?"

"Clam?"

Lao Wang was confused by the question. No, you damn well thought that I had voluntarily gone away, right? I was just delaying the two of you to flirt with each other as if there was no one around.

However, Li Cang was already resentful and resentful: "We all know that they are going to vote for you Timi, why are you still selling you Ma Meng?"

"..."

A dark metal giant rising into the sky, shining with electric light and fire.

The giant tore the spire of the pyramid-like building into pieces and smashed it into the tide of corpses a few hundred meters away. Behind him, a pink-haired mouse with wings but completely flightless came out of the spire with an oversized military backpack in its mouth and headed towards him.

Running wildly, Lao Wang casually tucked the electric mouse into his waist, touched a rather handsome three-dog, and then put his backpack into its arms.

"Hold it tight, don't let me break it. Praying for this thing is very expensive..."

After tearing the backpack apart, it contained a large speaker modified by No. 1 Prayer. He carefully pressed the play button that was completely disproportionate to the size of his finger - not only did this big beast have to bring its own BGM, but also Vivald

I have to listen to the DJ version every time.

Start shaking!

It's really different with the background music. Wang's lullaby seems so passionate and refreshing, it seems that all the energy he exerts is a bit overbearing.

As he was shaking, Lao Wang suddenly touched the [Page Hammer] hanging on the eye of his lower back, and pulled it out easily. The thing called the Page Hammer was actually a straight long knife, and was twisted at the old black demon giant at this moment.

Wang's hands were as small and exquisite as nail clippers. This guy was so whimsical that he tried to pull the knife simultaneously during the return process of heaven and earth.

The next second, his hand sank, and the super sword that suddenly grew to fifty or sixty meters long and its terrifying tonnage directly pulled his whole body back to the ground. The dust and gravel splashed around him expanded like a mushroom cloud.

Lao Wang's teeth were almost broken. He danced and danced for a long time before he managed to stand up straight again with the knife half-raised——

"Holding grass? What the hell??"

"It is indeed four million! This money is really well spent!"

"Whakaka, you little bastards, come quickly and eat my ship-cutting knife!"

(Author ps: e=(′o｀*))) The Chinese New Year is really a sustainable, hard-working, hard-working project. It was dragged away early yesterday morning, and I didn’t even have time to save the manuscript and publish it.
Chapter completed!