For a while, the principal couldn't even refute.

Want to correct mistakes.

But it feels like it makes a lot of sense.

Why would I believe these old people who are only thinking about fighting?

Mainly because their initial momentum was so intimidating.

I always feel like everyone here is a bunch of rubbish and they can kill them instantly.

Even now, he has no sense of crisis.

These people are still scolding each other and bragging about each other. It doesn't look like they are being hunted at all...

It's obvious that he will be hacked to death if he is caught up, but he just can't be afraid...

This feeling is really amazing.

"Forget it, forget it..."

"Can't run away."

Old Wei paused, looked at the approaching black robes not far away, measured the running speed of both parties, and said.

"What... do?"

Old Tang licked his lips in anticipation.

The ferocious scars on his face spread like centipedes.

"What the hell!"

"Do you still have energy?"

"Use a broom?"

Under the old woman's old body, she kicked Old Tang on the butt with a trembling kick.

"I..."

Old Tang was speechless.

On the other hand, Lao Wei's eyes were not just excited at this time, but even gradually becoming crazy and perverted.

"Do you know what art is?"

"Want to witness it with your own eyes?"

"This art..."

"I have been pursuing it all my life!"

With that said, Old Wei took out the last remote control, which was more refined than the previous one.

Obviously Lao Wei was very attentive to this.

"As long as I press it lightly..."

"The whole village..."

"Not a blade of grass grows."

"Including them, they will also go to heaven with us."

"With trees, soil, brick fragments, and the intoxicating smell of gunpowder..."

"This is absolutely the greatest art in the world."

Old Wei was obviously intoxicated and gently stroked the remote control with his fingers.

Ready to move.

"grass!"

"When the hell did you bury it?"

Everyone couldn't help but curse.

Old Wei sneered: "Despite your high military rank, how can I come here early?"

"I built all these houses!"

"foundation..."

"I did it!"

Elegantly stroking his few white hairs, Lao Wei said proudly.

Everyone was silent.

"Okay, let's blow it up. Let's blow it up."

"No, I have to put on a more handsome pose."

"Hmm...makes sense."

"I feel so excited just thinking about it. In the old camp of Mobeicheng, we are fighting against dozens of elites who have been awakened for the fourth time, destroying each other! The old ones are getting stronger, the old ones are more capable, the old ones..."

“You will never die when you grow old!”

"Fat man, run quickly, you're lucky, you can run out."

The strange thing is that after a short silence, these old people started chatting again as if nothing had happened.

He even boasted as usual.

It’s as if they are not the ones who will die in the next second!

"I..."

The principal spoke subconsciously.

"Get out of here!"

"People will be here soon!"

These old people said impatiently.

Old Tang rolled his eyes slightly, picked a stone table, and sat directly on it.

One leg is on the table.

He was still holding the awakened object he had barely summoned in his hand.

Only one side face is shown.

"Isn't this posture handsome?"

He didn't forget to ask.

"fart!"

"All my teeth are gone!"

"that is!"

Several people searched for all available props around them.

Old Wei was staring at the black robes who were still charging in the distance, calculating the distance, the intensity of the explosion...

Also, give the little fat principal some time to run away.

The picture freezes at this moment.

An old man in his twilight years looks like he was a teenager, posing in various handsome poses.

The skin is obviously full of wrinkles, but at this moment...

But it's like a beautiful painting.

"Close...close..."

Old Wei's breathing gradually became heavier and more frantic.

My whole body was trembling with excitement.

"The little fat guy should run away..."

Fortunately, Old Wei still had some sense. He glanced back subconsciously and saw the principal still standing there stupidly.

I had no intention of running away at all.

"Are you sick?"

Old Wei couldn't help but curse.

The principal swallowed his saliva and did not dare to look into Old Wei's eyes. Instead, he cautiously stretched out his hand and pointed in a further direction: "Senior Wei, look at that...doesn't it look like..."

"Reserves..."

At this time, in the distance, individual figures appeared, forming a sea of ​​people.

The momentum was overwhelming.
To be continued...