When Liang Ping just saw clearly, that simple sword had pierced Liang Ping’s left chest.

"ah!"
Liang Ping didn’t feel pain, but her breathing became difficult at once, and her sight became blurred.
Vaguely, I saw the sinister smile on the face of Raptors.
"what!"
Liang Ping puzzled and held out her hand to catch the snapdragon’s living skirt and ask a question.
But the dragon was cold and knocked off Liang Ping’s hand.
At the same time, Liang Ping felt that the pulp-washing sword was slowly melting into his body.
"How is it possible?"
Unbelievable. Look at all this.
Vaguely, I heard that the dragon was alive and said something in his ear that scared him.
"Liang Ping, you are really natural. You can cut off my hp with that kind of frost wyrm. That sword was stabbed by myself. I can cut off my 40,000 blood with one sword, but you and I didn’t kill you. I want to see a person who can’t hang Liang Ping. What else is mixed in this world?"
"And in fact, you are really the president’s own son. They don’t even know that you are here. I won’t kill you so soon. They killed my brother by despicable means. I will never let you die so easily. I will slowly torture you and let all of you die!"
After a burst of crazy sharp words, the dragon burst into a burst of crazy laughter.
"Ha ha ha"
The sound reverberated in the icehouse of Hell.
And Liang Ping’s consciousness soon became conscious with that smile.
Chapter four and two Hanging is restricted
After losing consciousness for only 5 minutes, Liang Ping got up in a trance.
The chill of icehouse Ritchie in hell has gradually faded away because of frost wyrm’s departure.
However, there is still some time left in both fire resistance and ice resistance.
Looking around, the dragon has long since disappeared.
It has been forbidden for the administrator to hang up the operating interface, and it has not dropped at all.
"hoo"
Finally found a little relief.
"But I scored the sword of the dragon alive."
"A sword goes through the heart"
"What hp or"
"Is it that the pulp-washing sword is only designed to limit the hanging of experts?"
I can’t imagine what kind of conspiracy there is in all that, and the dragon is alive. Finally, those crazy words can’t help but burst into a cold sweat.
"I don’t know how many layers there will be. What kind of lighter does that black devil have?"
This kind of anticipation of everything in the future makes Liang Pingxin become heavy and depressed.
"Crazy Dragon is alive. Is he the younger brother of the deputy director?"
A tight frown.
"If you are really the president, then"
Dare not continue to imagine to see.
On March 1, 2003, at 17:57:13, "Ding Dong"
Suddenly I received another voice message.
Click to see it’s from Linnuo.
"Liang Ping, now Mo Yu has led all the soldiers in Yindu City to surrender to Fu Jiajun in Farmar Empire. Most of our beta players have chosen to join the money to help np, and everyone can go to death for the time being."
Liang Pingwen’s face sank and asked, "What’s going on with you now?"