Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Chapter 3884: So crazy

As soon as he thought of this, the first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple felt passionate.

That kind of thoughts and feelings cannot be expressed in a few words.

Only by experiencing it can you truly understand the taste!

Extremely real!

The first madman of the dark temple on the side stopped talking.

Although I still felt unconvinced in my heart, but thinking about it carefully, what Motian said seemed quite reasonable.

As the proud son of heaven, who wants to admit that there is a stronger evildoer than himself?

I went back to deny subconsciously in my heart.

This is a very real state of mind.

"I feel you are still doing useless work."

"If he is as godly as you said, how can he be recruited in a dark temple?"

"What to seduce him?"

"Is it the Pope?"

The madman murmured, then spit out.

"You! Presumptuous!"

"How dare to talk nonsense here?"

"Hugh talk nonsense!"

"What are you talking about!"

"It's an asshole!"

"How is it easy to say such a thing?"

The body of the first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple trembled, and then he glared fiercely at Madden Dao.

But in an instant, this dark temple first-class saint Motian suddenly rolled his eyes again.

"In fact, some things are okay..."

"If he really is the reincarnation of the true god, then... then it's okay to be the Pope of my dark temple."

"Even, this is a great thing for my dark temple!"

"If my pope brother knew about this, there is a high probability that he would not refuse."

"In this way, naturally there is nothing to say."

On the side, the first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple licked his lips and suddenly said sincerely.

Madness:"???"

crazy!

It must be crazy now!

If it's not crazy, how can you say such crazy things?

What kind of trouble do you want to make? Can't stop a little bit?

After feeling it a little, I felt that my brain trembled inexplicably.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about the others, and the whole person is buzzing with the thoughts in place.

"Master Saint, you really dare to think about it."

"They say that I am a madman, I think the biggest madman in the Dark Temple is you!"

"He Fang Fan is a member of the Guangming camp, a student of the Guangming Academy!"

"Well, you still want him to be the pope of my dark temple?"

"My Dark Temple and his Light Alliance Temple are deadly enemies!"

"Crazy man! Crazy man!"

The first **** of the dark temple was mad with his lips trembling, and felt completely speechless at this moment.

"Ha ha!"

"You are still too vain!"

"The so-called dispute between light and darkness is actually just like that."

"The true gods of the light camp and the true gods of the dark camp are fighting back and forth. They are incompatible with fire and water. What does it have to do with us?"

"It's okay to be loyal to the true God, but don't pretend to be yourself."

"In this case, there is no meaning and value."

"On the contrary, it will make oneself sink into it."

"In the end, it was completely depressed."

"So, is it what you want to see?"

"There must be some concerns, isn't it?"

"Furthermore, now we have a common enemy, the Protoss!"

"The Protoss is in front, and the others have nothing. What's more to say?"

"Now our light and dark camps actually need to be twisted into a rope."

"In this case, there is no need to care about those empty-headed things!"

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple secretly squinted his eyes, and said that he looked grand-sounding, as for what he was thinking in his heart, perhaps only he himself knew.

The messed heart is slowly following the anxiety.

The situation still seemed uneasy invisibly.

For a time, my thoughts were messed up, and my brain trembled.

"Ha ha!"

"Master Saint, don't talk about it in front of me."

"I don't know you yet!"

"Don't you just want to **** Fang Fan this potential stock to my dark temple?"

"Saving this Fang Fan from being reused by the Bright Alliance Temple in the future, our Dark Temple will be in danger!"

"I can guarantee that if this Fang Fan can't be used by us, as long as you find the opportunity, it will be wiped out instantly!"

"This? That's it?"

"It's not me, I know! I know everything!"

"Just this little routine, really, it's really not necessary to say that there are none!"

Tucao sounded more on the side, all kinds of words were fully in place, and thoughts were rushing in all directions.

The first **** child madman of the Dark Alliance Temple looks mad and crazy, but in fact, he is very clear about these small routines.

It can only be said that the matter has arrived, and I am too lazy to reveal it.

After all, everyone has to pay attention to the so-called face.

With many thoughts and confusion, his brain is buzzing.

"okay!"

"Say something nonsense"

"Humph!"

"When is it your turn to teach me a lesson!"

"Shut up!"

"Go, send a few more people to stare at this Fang Fan's movement."

"In addition, pay close attention to Ouyangtu's movements."

"I don't believe in such a good opportunity, he can miss it casually!"

"Huh! As long as he can seize the opportunity, he will definitely die!"

"Next I want to see how he is going to die!"

"This is an excellent opportunity."

"It would be a pity if such a good opportunity is missed."

"Just wait for them to do it, we can do it."

"Interesting, kind of interesting."

Motian, the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, secretly squinted his eyes, thinking to himself, and the brilliance in his eyes flashed across the board.

Thousands of thoughts followed up with the corners of the mouth.

Feelings are getting more and more.

Not ordinary, it does seem extraordinary.

it is more than words.

The rush of consciousness can't be controlled by anyone!

...

The first-class saint Ouyang Tu of the Temple of Light Alliance that is being discussed at this moment is already fully preparing.

"Are you ready?"

"Such a good opportunity, take it for me!"

"Humph!"

"Cao Jisheng! This time I can rely on you all!"

"What should you do then, you should know, right?"