"Are your water arrows bathing the Dark Tribe?"
When the lightning struck down, Yu Qingyi saw clearly the man who was mocking him——
The right face was covered with strange thunder marks, but the left face was as pale as snow.
In this world polluted by "erosive gas", Yu Qingyi's water power is only enough to wash vegetables in the slums. Until that day, the light bursting out of his body attracted the most dangerous hunter.
Mo Linyuan, the controller of thunder, is said to have single-handedly destroyed the dark clan's lair.
When the Dark Tribe army pressed forward, Yu Qingyi stood on the city wall, looking at the light dancing in the palm of his hand and the sea of thunder surging in the distance.
The man who always said "the angle is wrong" was now back to back with him.
"Are you afraid?" Mo Linyuan's thunder patterns were stained with blood.
Yu Qingyi condensed the light of purification into a spear: "Shut up, my angle is absolutely right this time."
Aloof, sultry, aggressive × tough, complaining
Food guide in this article:
1. This article is a brainless and enjoyable article. Don't use your brain when reading the article.
2. It definitely has the aura of the protagonist, but it won't be too much.
3. The author himself accepts advice and does not accept criticism.
4. Don't quarrel in the comment area
Mission: The winner is king