~.<>-~ "The believers who dedicated the soul to the **** of light never fear the threat of the devil, and never fear any violence, so your pagans will die, my great Laric Archangel, is definitely not to compromise with an alien creature!"

Although the archangel was beaten very badly, it was good to be kicked all over the bones, but it was hard to bite. In fact, he didn’t want to top. Who told the night that the light was cold and opened?

Kill him, but also give him a way to find out, not let the **** of light find out? This shameless pagan, really should have the soul to fall in the sea!

"Little Master doesn't need violence! Since you are so stubborn, I can only fight myself and let you enjoy it!"

The night was light and cold, and I smiled, watching the angels get cold. When he saw the night light and came up with a fully enclosed helmet, he felt an ominous premonition. When the night was light, the helmet was put on him, and his mouth was blocked with something, and his knowledge was forcibly closed. Let him not see, can't say, can't explore, and when he can only listen, he has a feeling of coldness.

Then, he felt his body tied up, his body suddenly cool, his upper body robes suddenly shattered, and he began to fear very much. Is this evil pagan... exploding his backyard flowers?

But fortunately, the night light cold did not continue to tear his lower body robes, which made him slightly peace of mind, but it was even more fearful. A person can't see the fact that he can't detect it. If he doesn't know what will happen, he is the most fearful!

Finally, he knew what the night was going to do, his limbs were tied up, and the ten fingers were all cut by sharp blades, and began to slowly drop blood on the body that was lighted. Ticking the sound of tick! I feel the raindrops of the eaves slowly dripping!

Hey, this pagan, actually using such low-level means?

bloodletting?

Doesn't he know that the believers of the God of Light are the least fearful of death?

Tick! Tick!

The imperial palace was extremely quiet, ten fingers, red blood, slowly dripping, dripping on the belly of the archangel, dyed a piece of skin, dripping on the skin began to be a little hot, then some cool And finally become slimy...

Death is not terrible, the most terrible thing is the slow death, but also "enjoy" the taste of death! Bleeding is not terrible, it is terrible to flow your own blood, or slowly flow...

Sitting in the cold and leisurely night, holding a pot of tea, slowly drinking. He, who is a human being, knows the most powerful torture, not the torture of the sin, but the torture of the soul.

Sure enough, just half an hour later, the face of this archangel began to change, not only because of the paleness of blood loss, but his body began to tremble slightly. However, his crystal was depleted, and he was tied to the night with a special material, and he couldn’t move.

After half an hour, his body trembled even more. It is reasonable to say that the blood on his body, this speed is enough to flow for two hours, and even if the streamer, it will not die immediately, I want the fastest update in Chinese. But the body muscles begin to slowly necrosis. Of course, if his crystal is not broken, even if the systemic cell necrosis can be slowly repaired, unless the final life force completely disappears.

An hour is just an hour!

The archangel began to wriggle and squirm, and tried his best to start twisting. The night is light and cold, and I know that this archangel is on the verge of collapse! But did not leave, but let him continue to twist for a small moment, this will unravel the archangel's helmet, take out the iron bar blocking his mouth, smiled: "How? If you are not coming for an hour?"

"Call, call! Devil, you must be the king of the devil of Shura hell, you will not die..."

The archangels were bloodshot in a pair of scorpions, and he looked at the night with a horrible smile, a horrible smile than the devil, and a hysterical roar.

The night was cold and the smile was cold. Then I picked up the helmet and slammed it over the head of the angel. The result was not completely covered. The archangel shook his head desperately. "Don't, don't, I will help you find a way, don't get it. I will be mad, beg you!"

The night was light and cold, and the soul ring flashed in the hands. The body of the archangel began to recover. After a while, the face of the archangel returned to ruddy. He just smiled and said: "Let's say, all you know!"

"You can't kill me. Your soul has a mark in the Temple of Light. I am dead, and the God of Light will find it immediately!"

The archangel took a deep breath and said after a long silence. When he saw the night cold and cold, he quickly said: "I am not trying to save my life. This is true. You can keep me here, as long as I am not dead, I won't know the upper bounds. Of course I can be your slave. I promise to be loyal to you. I swear in the name of the **** of light!"

"Snapped!"

The night light cold picked up the iron helmet and smashed it in the past, roaring up: "From your grandfather's vows, become a slave, but also in the name of the **** of light? Um? Right... If you become my soul slave, it will be The fire of your soul is dedicated to me, so will the **** of light not be aware? Don't play with the little master, I can explore your soul. If you dare to say a half of a lie, your soul will have special fluctuations. At that time, I will let you continue to enjoy it!"

The archangel shook his head desperately and said with a sad face: "No, adults! God of light, the most concerned about this, as long as our souls change, the soul mark will change, and then we will know! The management of heaven by the **** of light Very strict, they are particularly concerned about whether their faith in the believers and the people around them are devout!"

Sure enough!

The night is light and the cold road is a good risk. If you come in and let the angels dedicate the fire of the soul to become the soul slave, the **** of light will know immediately, and it will be troublesome to send people down to explore!

In the outer world, there are twelve strong nine people on the top, and I don't know if it is the strongest of the nine products or the nine products. The night light cold has to be cautious, step by step, otherwise it will be ruined!

"Give me a young man, find a way, let me mix into heaven, and I can't be discovered by the **** of light. I am a different face. If I can't think of a way, I will come in half a month to give you a bloodletting, knowing that you are completely Crazy! Can't kill you, can't move your soul, it's okay to play crazy with you!"

The night was light and cold, holding the back of the hand, gently patted the pale face of the archangel, and then smiled gently, saying: "If you can think of a good way, I am mixed into heaven, and finally have a chance to destroy the twelve bright The god, the word of heaven, may make you the throne of the **** of light!"

Looking at the icy figure of the night disappeared in the Temple of Warlord, the whole body and soul of the archangel trembled, lying weakly in the corner, whispering: "He wants to sneak into heaven? He wants to dominate heaven, he must be the **** of the sea The devil, he must be the king of the devil..."

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