Jian Zhen didn't understand why it was himself, so many people were doing this kind of thing (the items in the stall were suddenly sold at a high price), but he would provoke the people of the Mythical Guild. It's like when you're unlucky, you've been asking yourself why you're yourself, but you've never asked that question when you're happy. As everyone knows, those who have caused the myth have already deleted their numbers and retired from the tour, or they have changed regions to fight again. And the rest of the people are already grudging with other guilds and individuals, and those who don't want to pursue it have one more mind, and the world horn has scolded and scolded.

The crimson forest, the rising bonfire, and the face distorted by anger could not hide the scars and tiredness of the body.

"Little slut, if it weren't for your guild chasing and killing me, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!" Jian Zhen couldn't hide his aggrieved heart, pointed the spear in his hand at the woman, and scolded angrily.

"Hmph!" the Dionysian sneered disdainfully. With contempt in his eyes, he looked at Jian Zhen like a man who had no ability to only spill his anger on women.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Jian Zhen bared his white teeth and sneered.

The Dionysian was silent for a moment.

"Take out the wine!" Jian Zhen said with a spear pointed at the snow-white neck of the female Bacchus. When the female Dionysian heard Jian Zhen's command, her red lips twitched, her pretty face turned pale, and her life was not guaranteed, so she untied the wine gourd from her waist and handed it to Jian Zhen expressionlessly, and at the same time, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

"Quite acquainted!" Jian Zhen stared at the other party with his eyes, vigilantly picked up the wine gourd that took the god of wine with the tip of the gun, and after getting it, he could no longer bear the pain caused by the injury, his eyes burst into essence, and he raised his neck and drank it suddenly.

"Not good!" Jian Zhen shouted angrily, the cold hairs on his neck rising up. opened his mouth to fan out the wine he had just drunk half, and he wanted to force the other party back, but he didn't expect that this female wine god was also a woman who could afford to put it down, and opened her mouth to drink the wine that Jian Zhen squirted, and her pretty face suddenly turned red, and the next second her momentum immediately soared. The injuries that had been injured by Jian Zhen earlier recovered quickly and at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"The god of wine?!, it's bad!" Jian Zhen scolded himself for his stupidity, he had already seen the horror of the god of wine before, and he really wanted to slap himself at this time. Fortunately, I drank half of the remaining wine just now.

"Brush—" The black spear was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, slanting upward. The Dionysian dodged the spear and slapped it on it. Jian Zhen felt that this strong elasticity almost came out of his hand.

Suffering from the shock, there were bursts of numbness in the body, and at the same time the movement speed decreased, and at the same time, the Dionysian state produced a burning effect, and Jian Zhen, who received the attack, immediately realized that his movement speed had decreased, and the burning effect continued to lose blood every second, but it had little impact on his own physical strength.

"Miscellaneous fish, look at the moves, the god of wine is angry!" the female god of wine did not reduce her moves, and reprimanded coquettishly, the image of the drunken Arhat behind her became more and more condensed, and there was a palm in the air. In an uproar, I saw the bloody mangroves, and the trees around the drunken Arhat were crushed into slag and fell one after another.

"Little slut!" Jian Zhen's eyes were split, and there was no way to avoid it, and he was slapped by the female Bacchus in the air, and the Dionysian God was angry, and half of his body was pierced. A red and white jet shot out from Jian Zhen's back, and a palm print that pierced Jian Zhen's body was clearly visible, and his health fell to a red critical point........

At the same time, the black spear turned into a hideous black dragon, emitting bursts of dragon groans, passing through the ribs of the female Bacchus, and nailing it to the trees with the body of the Dionysian unabated, and the force that penetrated pierced the woods behind, and the barrel of the gun——,, which was still shaking from side to side, made a "tuk tuk" sound, and suddenly the red liquid went down the trees, and it was not clear whether it was the sap of the trees themselves or the blood of the Dionysian herself. A moment later, there was a muffled snort of a dying woman, and the female Bacchus was not just alive or dead.

.........

"These wild dogs are really haunted!" Jian Zhen said speechlessly. Looking at the sand dunes that had been cut down earlier, I was speechless.

"Just this kind of little shrimp?" In the distance, shrouded in black gas, holding a black spear, wearing a mighty demon cavalry armor, surrounded by a red death halo, ID: a tendon. This person is the president of the Streets City Branch, a professional knight-turned-death knight, and the gun in his hand has a great origin, called Satan's Heart. Legend has it that the Demon King Knight, who went to hell, and after killing the Lord of Hell, Satan's clone, had a chance to burst out of the Satanic Heart and was made by combining it with other rare materials.

"President, let's let the regimental commander below go for this kind of small role! You go out and dirty your hands yourself!" said one of his knights, patting his ass.

"Well, that's good!" the leader nodded, and looked at the two regiment leaders he had brought out first due to the hurry of time, although the number was small, but they were also well-equipped and had rich PK skills, thinking that his subordinates were full of talents, and it would be easy to kill someone. Although this little shrimp fled from the main city of Jielas to the Scorching Desert, under the siege of his own, death was inevitable.

"This task will be taught to you! Mousse, as the leader, if you do a good job, I will have a heavy reward!"

The knight who used to pat the chief's ass was named Mousse. One of the regimental commanders.

"We must live up to our mission!"

The more I looked at this knight, I thought that when the time came, this thing would be completed beautifully, and I would be promoted to vice president, and the Satanic heart in my hand would not be used.

"Well, I'll lend you this satanic heart for now!Don't let me down, Mousse!" said a tendon as he touched his smooth chin.

"President, don't worry, you must come to see you with the head of the little shrimp!" Mousse was moved to cry bitterly, so he knelt down and called Dad.

"Qingyi, you also learn more from Mousse! This kind of determination to do things with the determination to die, there is nothing that cannot be done. ”

"Yes!" the female Bacchus glanced at her eyes with a hint of disdain for Mousse, but nodded helplessly.