My Script is a Supporting Role

Teenage teenagers do not feel afraid of things that they will happen?

Mo Chen saw him, gently sighed, "big brother, no, uncle, I don't know what I have to have you with you, but do you think what is the word of bloodthirsty? Can you scare me, really when I am a child? "

The black man screamed, and there was a laughter.

"I have forgotten, you haven't tasted the taste of the soul of the soul, where knows what is painful."

I turned on a palm, took out a dark pill, and the Dust said: "Take a bowl of water."

Mo Chen slammed into a bowl of water in the stove.

Black man throws the pill into the water, and black herbs quickly in water.

Soon, Mo Chen found that those in water were not in the water, but not a small black bug!

Black insects of densely numbly in the water, see Mo Dust, a head.

Seeing Mo Chen's face has finally changed, and the black people's eyes are now proud.

"Drink it."

Black man ordered.

The sound is not high, but there is no pressure to resist.

Mo Chen looked at the bowl full of insects that were crowded together without causing creepy, only the stomach was poured.

Black people's eyes have a slight taste, a trace of fun.

It is like this, uncomfortable, nausea, pain, this is right.

This boy is the only son of Mo Qinghe, killing too cheaper him.

Arriving by Zongmen, abandoned by a loved ones, being hated by lover, and smiled by the world.

Try all the ultimate pain in the world, and bear the stigma that can't be washed forever.

Sunshine and happiness only belong to another world, can only mourn in the dark, cry, struggle, and sorrow.

This life, the remaining time, every moment, every interest, is torture.

This is the son of Qinghai Zong's hero Mo Qinghe, which is home.

"Drink it!" The voice of the black man suddenly became frank.

Mo Chen slowly reached out, taking a bowl.

On the book page of the people of the gods, there is a full of fire blue ingredients.

But even if you lose the group, you will not be able to knock down this black.

And with his current physique, the group can explode directly.

The black bug given by the black man, Mo Chen guess, ten eight nine is the poison of the heart god.

If you eat it, I am afraid it really can't get back.

What's more, this thing is so disgusting, do you be a sashimi?

Standing in him, there is a good fortune from the gate, and there is a fertilizer from the window.

But the black man is only three feet from him.

He didn't grasp the black man to get out before he grabbed him.

What's more, the black man still stares at him.

The bowl climbs a small black insect along the side, like smelling, climbing the fingers towards Mo Chen.

Mo Chen's hand suddenly shakes, the whole bowl and the worm, falling to the ground.

"Want to play a trick?"

The blade people have suddenly increased, and when I want to take the opportunity to escape, I can't be moved.

At the same time, the black man's finger was fade, and the bowl down the bowl did not have a foot, and there was a life in the air.

The water and bugs inside are not sprinkled at all.

"If you think this, you don't have anything breath."

Mo Chen's eyes were blushing, and it was turned on with black people.

The right leg broke the power of the birth, and the feet were like the wind, kicked in a bowl set in half empty.

This is not a skill, nor martial arts.

This is just the shooting skills of the past.

Empty emptiness.

Chapter 37

That bowl is "", goes to the black man.

He himself will go back.

In order to break away from the black people, Mo Chen is forcibly introducing fire blue Yuanyuan into the body.

Although only a small part, the raging vitality is almost so fast.

His chance is not much, only this time.

This plunder uses the fastest speed he can make.

Black man's face is now surprised.

A wire.

This is only.

Reach your hand, fix the bowl, flaneish.

This series of movements is only completed in an instant.

There are three feet from the door to the door, and the black man has been chasing him.

Ice is cold like a cold iron palm directly to Mo Chen's shoulder.

"Do you really think, can you escape under my hand?"

Black man is a hoarse ridicule.

The district is extraordinary, and it is very rare in his age, but it is too far from himself.

Mo Du deep breathed a sigh of breath, the whole body of the whole body suddenly gathered, and a three-footed crescent crescent moon was illusted in his hand.

The new moon is secluded, and the sharp is like a knife.

The black people are full of sorrows: " ? You think this low-level Yuanqi technology, can you hurt my golden magic?"

Why don't you care about it?

The palm is still straight to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen has a big drink, the real understanding of the moonlight is to the extreme.

The volatility of the Fire Blue Yuanxial is poured into the body, and the meridians have risen to the limit, and many places have been supported, and the silk is exuded.

Strong to bear the feeling of being supported, the raging vitality found exports in the hands of the hands, spurting.

Originally only three-footed crescent, suddenly increased to one feet, glowed and blue gloss, sharp rising, and he stopped ten times.

At this time, he can only be alone.

Black man faces.

"Why, will there be such a change?"

It's just a little bit a little, the blue-string crescent moon has been brushing.

"Hey, you don't live in the district, and the moonlight is a bit weird, and can you reach the first few layers?"

"What's more, how can this low-level technique, how can I get my golden magic?"

The black man is full of confidently.

How to change the first-order firing technology is still just a first order.

And your own golden magic, has been repaired by the fifth floor, with a golden iron.

"!"

The string of the croissants is on the black man's palm, aroused a gold iron.

"Hey, I said, you can't ..."

A pain in the palm of the palm of your hand.

"what?!"

Black people's right hand shake, full face is unbelievable.

His right hand badge is actually cut by this bonch.