"Your words do seem rather intimidating," Adrian stood atop the Misty Theater, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, Mr. Bullet, are you going for CQC, or perhapsā¦ something more forceful?" šš„
"My mom said your poor grades were because you didn't have a father to discipline you, and that you got lucky to be awakened independently. She also said Auntie was so fierce that it's no wonder she got a divorce."
"Aren't you the Goddess of Death? Girls usually like to look young, right? So, what's wrong with calling you little Death?" Fang Mo spread his hands: "Otherwise, what should I call you? Medium Death? Big Death? Extra-large Death?"
Don't you have your own name? Even at this time, you still remember to shift the blame onto Yog-Sothoth, to say your brother is really unlucky, sitting at home while trouble falls from the sky.
It would say that as long as the player was with it, there was nothing they couldn't overcome, and it would type something like "Wahaha" to express its pride.
After all, the Ancient One is the Supreme Sorcerer and had previously studied the Ender Greatsword. She now offered her conclusion: "Your magic sword is activated by the astral body (soul), but he doesn't have that."
He didn't understand what super-time-space meant, nor did he know what migration implied, but he vaguely knew that someone named Axion had offended him, and then he tortured the other for a full nine years. Considering this, his fate seemed apparent, and he even felt his processor trembling.
Bro, did you just turn ultron into a jade beauty trapš
Just from this one hit, Ultron was in so much pain that he started rolling on the ground, his fair and smooth body getting dirty as it rolled in the abyssal molten sand, quickly becoming filthy: "I shouldn't end up like this! You should have killed me! Killed me!"