"Luo Ping is dead, did you hear that?"

"Your touted, god-like demon Luo Ping is dead, although you have outdone us in words, but what?"

"The final result is not certain?"

"The real strong man is never touted by lip service, but relies on hard power!"

The two Western powerhouses who were skeptical of life who were previously attacked by the majority of netizens got the news that Luo Ping had fallen into the fire of the demon and had not shown up for a day, and began to brush up on his sense of existence, wanting to get back to the useless field that he had been scolded before.

"The Great Devil won't die!"

"He always works miracles!"

"He'll reappear and slay you clamors to the fullest, and tell you his true strength!"

There are people from the Fan Luo faction who are fighting back powerlessly.

In fact, everyone realized that if Luo Ping wanted to get out of that crack, it was basically impossible under normal circumstances, unless he could create some miracle.

A day passed, the strong men had left, the filming teams of the major companies had also left, and no one believed that he could get out of that Jedi as an unpsychic person.

"Your Luo Ping is dead!"

"Poor Oriental, be realistic!"

"I am still waiting for him in the appointed place, and in three days, I will let all of you know that your idol is nothing but a weak man. ”

The two psychics were attacking Luo Ping, even if they thought he was dead, they still wanted to pull him down from the altar in the eyes of everyone, and make him useless after death.

Not long after they were arguing with each other, a mysterious account suddenly responded to two Western psychics: "I'm coming!"

"Hahaha!"

"Fools of the East, be realistic!"

"Who can fool you with such a trick?"

"I'll call in your media to shoot at the location I designate, so you can see what happens in the next few days!"

"There's no need to use a little trick like this, it's useless!"

The two Western psychics were laughing, not taking the mysterious account that suddenly appeared seriously in the slightest.

Because it's not just them, everyone knows that it is impossible to survive that demonic fire.

If there was a passage below the flames, it would be impossible for the group of strong people to find it collectively below.

Now, as long as those flames don't disperse, Luo Ping can't live.

And the fire of the evil is burning, where is the tendency to be extinguished?

Time passed little by little, and in a villa, two tall Western psychics leaned on the sofa and sipped precious red wine, swiping their mobile phones from time to time, and countering the comments under many of their own remarks.

He had never experienced this before, and he needed an interpreter to help him understand the strange remarks he faced.

Then summarize the words and phrases that you think are the most incisive to refute.

was scolding, only to see that mysterious account reappeared, and issued a comment under his remarks: "I'm here!"

"Hahaha!"

"Isn't it interesting that you poor oriental monkeys keep using the same means?"

"You don't think that scares me, do you?"

"I'm so scared!"

"Besides, what if he comes?"

"What are the chances of a psychic against an unpsychic practitioner in front of me?"

"Don't say anything boring, just wait for your idol image to disappear and perish in your hearts. ”

The two Westerners became more and more arrogant, talking cruel things, not believing that Luo Ping would still appear, and ignoring the mysterious comment.

On the major live broadcast platforms, the barrage in this live broadcast room is frantically emerging, cursing and praying one after another, I have to say that Luo Ping has too many fans.

But as time passed, people gradually realized that their hopes had become impossible!

According to Luo Ping's temper, if he hadn't died, I'm afraid he would have stood in front of the camera a long time ago!

Even if he is invincible, he will go!

National enemies and family hatred are entangled, how can there be a reason to retreat?

"I'm here!"

Suddenly, a striking word slipped over the barrage, and everyone was glued to it.

No one dared to use Luo Ping's identity, because they knew that the forces behind these Western powerhouses were very powerful, and once their origins were found, they would inevitably suffer a catastrophe.

And who is the person who is using the same account to send messages three times?

Some people speculate that it is Luo Ping's best friend before his death!

It may be a mammoth and a golden-bodied lama in Tibet, and some people speculate that it is a master of the Qingyun Sect, and there are also rumors that it is a little wolf.

There are different opinions, even if it is the Fan Luo faction, no one thinks that it is Luo Ping, and they do not believe that there are unpsychic people who can survive under the fire of demons.

Swish!!!

A figure walked in from outside the door of the villa, and his feet fell to the ground, like cotton falling into a pan of oil, without the slightest sound.

He is very agile and is rapidly approaching the Western powerhouses.

"Poor Orientals, your idol is dead, accept the reality and stop talking nonsense!"

"We'll find out soon that person who keeps spoofing, and we'll let him know the price to pay for spoofing!"

The Western powerhouse said a word, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

But I didn't expect that this closure would never be able to open again!

A hand was placed on his head, and a mysterious energy entered his divine thoughts, quickly disintegrating, forming brain death, and Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save it.

Immediately after, the familiar figure disappeared in front of people's eyes, and they did not know where to go.

After a while, another psychic appeared, and found his companion lying on the couch, very peaceful, and thinking that he was asleep, he came up and pushed him, and spoke a word in English.

Seeing that the other party didn't wake up, he didn't pay attention to it, and after drinking, his judgment was declining, and he leaned on the sofa and was groggy.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the barrage that changed the style of painting, a spirit!

There were a lot of people taunting him on the barrage, mentioning a hand that made his companions sleep more peacefully.

He began to panic, shaking his companion frantically in an attempt to wake him up.

But to his disappointment, his companion did not react in the slightest.

He began to talk about his aura pouring into his companion's body, but there was still no improvement.

He realizes that his companion is really dead.

And I don't know who killed him.

Fear often comes from the unknown!

The depression in his heart made him go crazy!

How powerful are psychics?

How could it be approached by others without the slightest notice and die peacefully?

This question did not get an answer until the end of his life!

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