As if it was about to rain, the thick dark clouds in the lightning layer were suppressed, visible to the naked eye.

On the top of the smooth fortress, Yao Xian was drinking tea in Jingzhai...

"It's really good weather."

If you ignore the gloating tone, and dozens of black charcoal-grilled corpses on the side, and ignore the background of lightning and thunder behind it and the fearful gaze, in Budan's eyes, the smiling man really enjoys the leisure of afternoon tea.

In front of the man like death, the poor garrison Bundan dared to deny the other party's words.

"Yes, yes, it's such a good weather to drink tea and chat. Well, yes, the adults are right."

In the eyes of the young Rank people, the person in front of them is really too terrible.

As soon as he met, he didn't know what happened. The powerful Governor Davin turned into coke with the other team members. If he hadn't been slowing down, he would have been lying on the ground at this moment.

These days, Yao Xian has become accustomed to the Rank people's changes and turning black and white. He heard this and smiled, and ignored him.

He knew that if he continued to speak, the series of flatteries would disgust him to death.

"It's time to come, right? Or, have you hidden something from me?"

"No, no, sir. How dare I lie to you? Even the powerful Governor Davin died inexplicably. Their only choice was to ask the Governor and the Governor in the Zen Temple to take action."

"Oh, I hope they will hurry up. I have never been patient and hate waiting for others the most. Otherwise, I will let you go back and you can help me urge you."

When he heard that there was hope of survival, Budan was very happy at first, but then he immediately woke up and shook his head quickly.

"No need, no need, I am impressed by the great power of my great power and willing to be my servant. I am willing to work hard for you."

He said this, but his heart was constantly cursing.

"If I'm stupid, now go on? Do you think I'm a country bumpkin who has never watched slaves fight? Give the slave hope to survive. But in the end, he was taken to the desperate situation and enjoyed the look of hope to despair, which has always been a repertoire of the arena."

"Hmph. Even if I live, I will die at the hands of the supervisory team. Everyone else dies, so I will survive. How can I explain to others if this time continues? Humph, when the Grand Supervisor arrives, it will be clear whether you can still be so leisurely."

Budan never thought that the Grand Supervisor would not be able to deal with the possibility of the men in front of him. In the minds of all Ranks, the two Grand Supervisors in the clan were the strongest people in the world and were simply invincible existences.

"Hmph, the soldiers of the governor of the Feathers who attacked were still torn in half by the Grand Supervisor. When the great Grand Supervisor comes, I want to see how you die!"

Yao Xian was still savoring tea and waiting for his opponent to arrive, but it seemed that he didn't have to wait long.

He was not surprised at all when a few short birdmen with scales appeared in front of him.

Because, they, exactly like Darth, could be felt at the distance of flames that were several kilometers apart.

In Yao Xian's spiritual sense, among the more than ten torches, there are two huge craters, which are the root of the catastrophe powerhouses far exceeding the natural disaster powerhouses. The flame psychic or warlock who has reached this level is enough to ignite everything with their eyes.

But Yao Xian only has hatred in his eyes!

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