Chapter 3043: 3043
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He hurriedly took two steps back. At this time, he was stunned to find that the land that was still green last night was covered with snow. "Last night... It snowed heavily last night?" he tried to recall every bit of last night, but in his impression, until he settled Han 3000, the weather was still abnormal and normal. How did this happen? Could it be that after I fell asleep. "Pa!" thinking of this, the pangolin raised his hand and slapped it hard on his face. He blamed himself. He must have slept so dead that he didn't notice the snow last night. "Pa!" another slap slapped him in the face. He knew that Han 3000 couldn't luck. He was seriously injured by Xia ran yesterday, and his physical condition was in jeopardy. But damn himself, he not only didn't take good care of Han 3000, but also carelessly exposed him in the wind and snow all night. Not to mention Han 3000, it's just that you're healthy and can't really protect yourself. That's enough. Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, the pangolin blamed himself very much, and his two slaps turned his face red: "3000, don't fucking scare me, don't scare me." "if you die, how can I explain to Su Yingxia?" in other words, the pangolin quickly put Han Sanqian's hand in his own hand and rubbed it constantly. But no matter how he rubbed it, Han 3000's hands were still cold and lifeless. It was no exaggeration to say that he touched a corpse. The pangolin panicked, moved in his hand, propped up a piece of heat energy made by zhenneng, slightly put it beside Han 3000, and tried to melt the ice and snow on him. However, when the ice and snow melt, pangolin ushers in not any hope, but full of despair. Without that layer of ice and snow, the exposed skin of Han 3000's arms and hands is pale and black. From the posture, fangfo has been dead for some time. The pangolin hit the snow with a heavy fist. Regardless of the thick stone on the soil under the snow cover, his fist was pounded with blood. At this time, his eyes were full of endless sadness and remorse. Men have tears, not to mention pangolins, a man who is not softer than Han 3000's heart. At this time, tears fall, fall in the snow, and tears pierce into holes. All the past pictures float in his mind one by one, including Han 3000's seriousness, Han 3000's seriousness, and Han 3000's eating, drinking and having fun with himself. Although he is only one of his objects, although he is his own master. But for so long, he knew that Han 3000 regarded him as his little brother, and he also regarded Han 3000 as his big brother. But because of his mistakes, he made... The more he thought, the more sad he felt, the more guilty he thought. The pangolin even kept hitting the ground with his head. Soon, the snow under his forehead was bright red. Suddenly, the pangolin stopped, and then slowly raised his head. Behind him, a figure came slowly, and then stopped about ten meters behind the pangolin. "What are you doing here? Now that he's dead, you must be very happy?" said the pangolin with a smile. Behind him, the figure did not say a word. "Hehe, I'm right. Don't say a word?" the pangolin disdained to hum coldly, and then said: "come on, kill me too. Anyway, Han 3000 is dead, I'm guilty, and I don't want to live. Dirty your hands and have a good time." then the pangolin closed his eyes and waited for death. Just then, the figure behind him moved slightly. Then, a cold voice came: "why is it difficult to kill you? It doesn't matter to do you a favor." "just, I need to tell you that if you die, no one will carry Han 3000 back. At that time, he will die if he doesn't die." then, the figure turned and left. This novel has been translated by novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation
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He hurriedly took two steps back. At this time, he was stunned to find that the land that was still green last night was covered with snow. "Last night... It snowed heavily last night?" he tried to recall every bit of last night, but in his impression, until he settled Han 3000, the weather was still abnormal and normal. How did this happen? Could it be that after I fell asleep. "Pa!" thinking of this, the pangolin raised his hand and slapped it hard on his face. He blamed himself. He must have slept so dead that he didn't notice the snow last night. "Pa!" another slap slapped him in the face. He knew that Han 3000 couldn't luck. He was seriously injured by Xia ran yesterday, and his physical condition was in jeopardy. But damn himself, he not only didn't take good care of Han 3000, but also carelessly exposed him in the wind and snow all night. Not to mention Han 3000, it's just that you're healthy and can't really protect yourself. That's enough. Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, the pangolin blamed himself very much, and his two slaps turned his face red: "3000, don't fucking scare me, don't scare me." "if you die, how can I explain to Su Yingxia?" in other words, the pangolin quickly put Han Sanqian's hand in his own hand and rubbed it constantly. But no matter how he rubbed it, Han 3000's hands were still cold and lifeless. It was no exaggeration to say that he touched a corpse. The pangolin panicked, moved in his hand, propped up a piece of heat energy made by zhenneng, slightly put it beside Han 3000, and tried to melt the ice and snow on him. However, when the ice and snow melt, pangolin ushers in not any hope, but full of despair. Without that layer of ice and snow, the exposed skin of Han 3000's arms and hands is pale and black. From the posture, fangfo has been dead for some time. The pangolin hit the snow with a heavy fist. Regardless of the thick stone on the soil under the snow cover, his fist was pounded with blood. At this time, his eyes were full of endless sadness and remorse. Men have tears, not to mention pangolins, a man who is not softer than Han 3000's heart. At this time, tears fall, fall in the snow, and tears pierce into holes. All the past pictures float in his mind one by one, including Han 3000's seriousness, Han 3000's seriousness, and Han 3000's eating, drinking and having fun with himself. Although he is only one of his objects, although he is his own master. But for so long, he knew that Han 3000 regarded him as his little brother, and he also regarded Han 3000 as his big brother. But because of his mistakes, he made... The more he thought, the more sad he felt, the more guilty he thought. The pangolin even kept hitting the ground with his head. Soon, the snow under his forehead was bright red. Suddenly, the pangolin stopped, and then slowly raised his head. Behind him, a figure came slowly, and then stopped about ten meters behind the pangolin. "What are you doing here? Now that he's dead, you must be very happy?" said the pangolin with a smile. Behind him, the figure did not say a word. "Hehe, I'm right. Don't say a word?" the pangolin disdained to hum coldly, and then said: "come on, kill me too. Anyway, Han 3000 is dead, I'm guilty, and I don't want to live. Dirty your hands and have a good time." then the pangolin closed his eyes and waited for death. Just then, the figure behind him moved slightly. Then, a cold voice came: "why is it difficult to kill you? It doesn't matter to do you a favor." "just, I need to tell you that if you die, no one will carry Han 3000 back. At that time, he will die if he doesn't die." then, the figure turned and left. This novel has been translated by novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation
He hurriedly took two steps back. At this time, he was stunned to find that the land that was still green last night was covered with snow. "Last night... It snowed heavily last night?" he tried to recall every bit of last night, but in his impression, until he settled Han 3000, the weather was still abnormal and normal. How did this happen? Could it be that after I fell asleep. "Pa!" thinking of this, the pangolin raised his hand and slapped it hard on his face. He blamed himself. He must have slept so dead that he didn't notice the snow last night. "Pa!" another slap slapped him in the face. He knew that Han 3000 couldn't luck. He was seriously injured by Xia ran yesterday, and his physical condition was in jeopardy. But damn himself, he not only didn't take good care of Han 3000, but also carelessly exposed him in the wind and snow all night. Not to mention Han 3000, it's just that you're healthy and can't really protect yourself. That's enough. Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, the pangolin blamed himself very much, and his two slaps turned his face red: "3000, don't fucking scare me, don't scare me." "if you die, how can I explain to Su Yingxia?" in other words, the pangolin quickly put Han Sanqian's hand in his own hand and rubbed it constantly. But no matter how he rubbed it, Han 3000's hands were still cold and lifeless. It was no exaggeration to say that he touched a corpse. The pangolin panicked, moved in his hand, propped up a piece of heat energy made by zhenneng, slightly put it beside Han 3000, and tried to melt the ice and snow on him. However, when the ice and snow melt, pangolin ushers in not any hope, but full of despair. Without that layer of ice and snow, the exposed skin of Han 3000's arms and hands is pale and black. From the posture, fangfo has been dead for some time. The pangolin hit the snow with a heavy fist. Regardless of the thick stone on the soil under the snow cover, his fist was pounded with blood. At this time, his eyes were full of endless sadness and remorse. Men have tears, not to mention pangolins, a man who is not softer than Han 3000's heart. At this time, tears fall, fall in the snow, and tears pierce into holes. All the past pictures float in his mind one by one, including Han 3000's seriousness, Han 3000's seriousness, and Han 3000's eating, drinking and having fun with himself. Although he is only one of his objects, although he is his own master. But for so long, he knew that Han 3000 regarded him as his little brother, and he also regarded Han 3000 as his big brother. But because of his mistakes, he made... The more he thought, the more sad he felt, the more guilty he thought. The pangolin even kept hitting the ground with his head. Soon, the snow under his forehead was bright red. Suddenly, the pangolin stopped, and then slowly raised his head. Behind him, a figure came slowly, and then stopped about ten meters behind the pangolin. "What are you doing here? Now that he's dead, you must be very happy?" said the pangolin with a smile. Behind him, the figure did not say a word. "Hehe, I'm right. Don't say a word?" the pangolin disdained to hum coldly, and then said: "come on, kill me too. Anyway, Han 3000 is dead, I'm guilty, and I don't want to live. Dirty your hands and have a good time." then the pangolin closed his eyes and waited for death. Just then, the figure behind him moved slightly. Then, a cold voice came: "why is it difficult to kill you? It doesn't matter to do you a favor." "just, I need to tell you that if you die, no one will carry Han 3000 back. At that time, he will die if he doesn't die." then, the figure turned and left. This novel has been translated by novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation
