The blood-red bird was somewhat worried.
Two wings, touching each other.
"Please don't go crazy! I'm still waiting for you to give me your fiancée and male best friend!"
Trini ignored the chirping of the crimson bird, a glint of vengeful pleasure flashing in her eyes.
"Humans, this is just an appetizer."
"Don't worry, this match has a long, long time to go..."
"We can... take our time!"
............
Looking up at the sky.
The nine peaks, which have already blocked out the sunlight, are about to completely bury the valley.
Abshasha pouted.
Typing for help is too late; the only thing that can be done now is...
"The fountain is yours!"
Abshasha waved his hand.
At this moment, Abshasha showed no regrets.
The situation is quite clear: this match is best left to the big shots to carry the team. Absha has completely given up on any hopes of him getting the spotlight.
I haven't even left the house yet, and it's already been messed up like this.
If they actually go out, who knows how badly they'll get beaten up!
Just lie there quietly. Right now, I just hope that the woman beside me will take pity on me and pull me out of this huge coffin.
"You said it, I didn't force you."
Number 88 sways like Faye Wong from 1982.
Looking up at the sky, her face was gentle.
However, just as Number 88 raised his hand, preparing to do something...
Three inches above Number 88's head, space suddenly distorted.
Immediately afterwards.
A green torrent.
It surged wildly from the void.
Furthermore, as the torrent surged, the distorted space grew larger and larger.
A torrent of green water gushing forth.
It is also getting thicker and more violent.
In the blink of an eye, the green torrent transformed into a vast green ocean, filling the valley with overwhelming force before the nine peaks in mid-air could fall into it.
At this moment, everything in the valley.
Aside from Little White, who was holding up a blood-red shield, and Number Eighty-Eight, who was holding up a flax-colored shield.
Everyone's green!
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