Zhou Jia looked slightly nasty and then retreated from the blood. Looking at each other’s throat rolling surface, he continued to growl with fanaticism and hoarseness.
"I … am returning to the father’s arms."
"And you!"
He stared at Zhou Jia’s low curse
"Will return to the place forever!"
The young man’s head drooped and the whole person fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of his neck.
"Crazy" Zhou Jia gently shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Evil believers?"
In this desperate world, there has never been a lack of followers of evil spirits, but it has not been achieved because of the suppression of major forces in Huojiabao.
However, some people secretly sacrifice to Baal. In this case, Huofu also turns a blind eye. After all, it can’t be managed.
Nowadays, it seems that the followers of evil spirits have long had a unified organization.
Angie also said that catching others is an Baal.
Such fanatical believers are not even afraid of death. It is a delusion to want news from them.
A little meditation rummaged through the young man and found several bulging bags stuffed into the package Zhou Jia turned and jumped.
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People like Zhou Jia who fish in troubled waters are by no means a minority.
There are also many robberies in troubled waters.
In the ruins
Visible a figure flashing.
There are many weapons and source stones rummaging around the body. They are fighting alone, and there are groups of three and five looking for benefits in the ruins.
Flame combustion
Zhou Jia stopped in a broken street, narrowed his eyes and tightened his body.
"You three need a lot of heart here. It’s easy to start with a hundred source stones, so you must get into trouble with yourself?"
"Da …"
Not far away, a man stepped out from behind the board inserted obliquely on the ground.