The word "heavenly calamity" made everyone in the hall shudder.

Under the catastrophe, all living beings are equal.

This is a sentence they have often heard in the past few years.

There is no way, who says that everything we have is given by God.

If you want to avoid being struck by lightning, unless your magic power is not given by God.

It is impossible for such a person to exist in this world.

"This business can be done"

"Seconded"

At least 20% of people have picked up the Breath Sutra.

This is enough.

Zheng Sanfa coughed lightly.

The warriors below all raised their heads, the benefits were over. Not a fool would understand that it was time to pay the price.

Zheng Sanfa said loudly: "The people of Datonghui are not the same as us. As the old saying goes, strike first to gain strength, strike later and suffer disaster."

After a pause, he said murderously: "I don't know how many people are from the Datong Association, so I would rather kill a hundred thousand by mistake than let one go."

"kill"

The warriors said in unison.

The roof of the palace was almost blown open.

The Gu clan envoys, the five-animal immortal envoys, and the alchemist envoys who paid a high price all showed smiles.

In the next few days, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and there was no sign that a storm was coming.

It’s midnight on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

From time to time, you can still hear the unique sound of firecrackers during the New Year.

In Zuo Shiyuan.

In a warm room with a charcoal pot.

"I'm confused, give me money"

"Mr. Qin, why are you confused again? I want to change seats with you."

An anxious record stood up and said.

"OK"

Qin Yuan changed places with the other party.

He turned around and saw Yang Huchan looking distracted, and asked doubtfully: "Master, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay"

Yang Huchan, who has always been calm and unhurried, stuttered a bit.

Qin Yuan continued to play mahjong.

"You guys fight, it's a bit boring, I'll go for a walk."

Yang Huchan stood up and left the room.

Someone immediately filled it in.

After fighting for a while, Qin Yuan suddenly felt that it was not interesting, so he gave up his seat to someone else and came to the cold and strong observation deck.

Yang Huchan is standing above.

He was motionless, as if frozen.

Qin Yuan thought of Wei Tong who jumped from here last time, and asked: "Master Zhang, you won't join the Datong Association, will you?"

Yang Huchan's body trembled suddenly, he turned to look at Qin Yuan, quickly looked left and right, walked over and whispered: "Keep your voice down."

He is truly the ancestor of wallflowers and an expert in burning cold stoves.

It’s sad that it has remained standing for so many years.
Chapter completed!