"Everyone can gather under Mr. Chu's Majesty's fate."

"If God has eyes, I hope that in the future, I can still have a chance to have a chance to drink with you!"

Li Er's eyes flushed, raised the muddy wine in the cup, and drank it.

heavy!

Extremely heavy.

After hearing Li Er's near -death words, the people in the entire Genting Mountain Villa almost burst into tears on the spot.

Life, the most painful time, is to leave and die.

Many people know that the people who are still toasting at this time may separate the yin and yang in the next second.

"Second, we don't go!"

"Let's go with you, go together with you!"

The two brothers of Jinbao Yinbao tearful, in front of Li Er, crying into a pen.

In this kind of life and death, a man came out.

He is the god of war in the hot summer, Ye Qingtian.

"Everyone, listen to me two words."

"The more this time, the more you can't get up at your own chaos."

"After a while, when the Grand Array was broken, all the warriors went out of the mountain to the enemy."

"The rest of the women and children are old and weak, and they evacuate while chaos."

Alas!

The words of God of War have just fallen, and outside the mountain, there was a more dull ring.

Immediately after, someone rushed in in horror.

"God of War, it's not good, the big array was broken."

"The person of Chumen, come up!"

The man shouted, panicked.

The God of War smiled indifferently: "What are panic?"

"Come, come here, everyone drinks this glass of wine."

"Mr. Li’s kindness, we can't waste it."

The God of War laughed, lifted the wine glass, and drank it.

He was fluttering in white, and Lang Lang laughed.

He looked at the last warrior of the hot summer, and said heroically: "The soldiers of the hot summer are now the time for us to fight."

"Three years ago, Wushuang title died on the shore of the East China Sea."

"A few days ago, Haotian's title died on the top of Yanshan!"

"Today, I waited to die on this Genting Mountain, and I don’t lose."

"Because, we have survived for several days than Tang Hao."

"Express!"

The God of War ordered, and then the hundreds of martial arts who had only survived in the hot summer rushed out of the Genting Mountain Villa.

"Uncle God of War, be alive!" Behind him, Xiao Chu cried with tears.

After learning that Chu Lin was the descendants of Ye Fan, these days, God of War undoubtedly took care of Chu Lin.

He even passed on his martial arts and wrote his life as a book, and gave it to Chu Lin.

"Little guy, don't cry."

"Don't shame your father!"

"When your father was killed, he died and died."

"You are his son, how can you tears easily?"
Chapter completed!