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301 The Stuffy Oil Bottle Mixed In The Yin Soldier, Did He Burp? (Seek Full Order For Customization)

The Yin soldiers did not find Qin Wanzhi, Fatty Wang and Tian Zhen,

This is a great blessing for the three of them!

hang on!

Since it's obvious that he can't beat it, then the only option is to hang on!

So the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them dared to make a sound, even subconsciously held back their breath, hoping that those monsters would leave as soon as possible.

time goes by minute by minute,

The advance part of the Yin soldiers had already entered the bronze gate and disappeared into the chaos and nothingness behind the gate.

Afterwards, more and more Yin soldiers "floated" into the door.

Qin Wanzhi held her breath, concentrating on it, while being afraid, she was still thinking about what kind of world 697 was hidden behind the bronze door.

After thinking for a while in a daze,

Suddenly, someone beside her patted her arm with his palm, very fast and urgent, as if to announce some important information.

The person who slapped was Fatty Wang.

His two eyes were as round as marbles, almost shooting out of their sockets.

His expression was startled and terrified, and the other hand covered Tianzhen's mouth at some point in order to prevent Tianzhen from screaming.

Something is not right, clearly not right.

And the instigator of all this is 100% Yin soldiers!!

Qin Wan didn't dare to delay for a moment, and quickly looked over.

At this time, she saw an acquaintance, a picture that she will never forget—

I saw that Poker Bottle, who had disappeared for a long time, was wearing tattered Yin Shang armor and walking among the Yin soldiers!

"Fuck, fuck, has that man finally made his debut?"

"Brother, wow, it's actually a little brother!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"It's strange, why did this guy get mixed up in the formation of the ghost soldiers of the Yin Shang... Could it be that the little brother has already burped and died?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! My Pingzi is invincible in the world, and he is the only one who kills others. How can there be any reason for others to kill him?"

"I admit that the one surnamed Zhang is very powerful, but it is ten times more difficult to read the king's trilogy than "Seven Stars Lu Palace", "Wrathful Sea Diving Sand", "Qinling Divine Tree" ~ so …”

"Everyone, don't forget—my little brother is a human being, not a god. As long as he is human, he will die!!"

"Dabaaahahahah, I want to create a world with stuffy oil bottles!"

In the live broadcast room, after the netizens saw the little brother through Qin Wanzhi's first-person perspective, their mentality burst instantly.

Countless barrages came out, countless, and can only be summed up with 99+.

Look back at the game,

Qin Wanzhi, Fatty Wang, and Tian Zhen were also shocked, with unbelievable expressions on their faces.

"Brother... is dead?"

This was the first thought that popped up in Qin Wanzhi's mind, but he dismissed it quickly.

Because Qin Wanzhi discovered that the old black gold knife was still hung on the back of Poker Finger, covered with a layer of gray gauze, as if it had never been taken off and used.

This also means that he should not have encountered any danger.

In addition, Qin Wanzhi also found that the little brother's walking movements are completely different from the rest of the Yin soldiers.

His body is textured, and his feet are on the ground, not "floating".

"So... still alive?!"

Qin Wanzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and more and more "why" came up in her heart one after another.