"This is your ultimate slay? Buy me a drink? " He smiled contemptuously and extended a foot to kick the barrel that was about to roll.
It’s like the first thing to do when you take part in the football game that is popular all over the continent.
"I’ll let you drink to the bottom of the table, rotten person." Gragas also laughed contemptuously at his hand and grabbed the second barrel toward the virtual space
He rolled the second barrel to Vladimir.
Followed by the third.
Fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh …
Gragas barrels like endless rolling to Vladimir.
Vladimir was about to kick the first barrel with a kick, but when he saw the endless barrel, his pupils contracted and he consciously took a step back.
But what he didn’t expect was that the terrible thing about those barrels was that
They seem to remember that Vladimir’s body and taste locked him, and generally adjusted an angle as he retreated, speeding up and rolling towards him.
Dozens of barrels are like dozens of tireless wild horses.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
Gragas, like another ball game that is popular in mainland China, is the strongest bowler. Generally, he is frantically throwing barrels at the target that should be knocked down at a terrible hand speed.
Win the bid with one blow
"Glug-"
The sixty-seventh barrel escaped from his hand
Vladimir has been cornered.
Even if he retired quickly.
But those barrels are chasing faster, and they have formed a powerful encirclement potential, trapping a mighty vampire in the shortest time.
The scene is wider than the bizarre scarlet hall, where a person is trapped in the corner by dozens of dead things.
"Have a drink! Hey! " Gragas held a barrel in his hand that didn’t roll out, like an invitation, and generally raised his hand toward Vladimir, who had already retired. The barrel in his hand looked up and had a good drink.
But Vladimir is not so happy.
Gragas that sentence is like a spell spell.
Almost at the moment when he looked up and drank, the rolling barrels bombed Vladimir.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang-"The barrels are constantly exploding, just like those festive dinners are constantly being opened with champagne.
The atmosphere sounds wonderful.
The air is full of intoxicating and rich wine fragrance.
But the result is terrible.
The corner surrounded by Vladimir rose with dense smoke, and the whole hall shook motionless with the incessant bombing of the barrel, as if it were going to collapse directly into a pile of powder.
The result is …
Smoke slowly dispersed Chen Senran stared at the gradually dissipated smoke and motioned for Lao Du to pay attention to Gragas at any time to make a fatal blow to the vampire who might sneak attack again.
But this time I waited for a long time.
When the smoke cleared, the vampire still didn’t come out.
Is it over?
So … vulnerable?
Chen Senran some confused perception around at the same time will be more tightly around my arms girl.
He’s a little afraid of the vampire.
"There you are! ! ！” Just after drinking a mouthful of wine, I was bowing my head. Gragas’s eyes were a clot. At the moment, the whole person flashed silver and ran into a strange place.
The first skill of the wine family, the meat bomb, hit again
The smell of wine permeates again.
And Gragas’s crazy impact on that place is so rich that blood is desperately moving to blend into the scarlet light around.
Maybe …
Chen Senran looked at the pool of scarlet blood, and suddenly there was some white blood. How did the vampire haunt to be continued?
Page three hundred and fifty What a wonderful name the Harvest Moon is.
"Caught you! Hey! " Gragas was holding a barrel and beating it like a drunken drunkard, howling and making a gesture of fighting a bad fight, but it was a kind of speed and cruelty that absolutely should not belong to fighting a bad fight, and it crashed into that beach and was still desperately squirming blood.
"Dong-"His huge and fat body slammed into the pool of blood with the same huge barrel.
2 June, 2024
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