The short woman's eyes were still glowing with a faint blue light, staring straight ahead, but unfocused. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info seems to be alive, but it seems to be dead.

The storm could not hold back any longer, grabbed the arm of the short woman, and shouted, "Trumpet flower! ”

"Who!?" The black-robed man asked in a deep voice, raised his cane, and pointed towards Fengbo.

Fengbo heard the voice of the black-robed man, and suddenly turned around, facing the black-robed man from a distance. A blue light appeared on the top of the cane in the black-robed man's hand, but it seemed that he did not launch any attack because he could not see the human figure. The storm snorted and panted, and after a while, he finally grabbed the camouflage cloak, ripped it off his body, and held it in his hand.

"Who are you and how did you end up here?" The black-robed man said, the tip of the crutch gradually pointing to Feng Bo's hand, "Take that one, I'll spare your life." He should have seen that the red-haired dwarf in front of him had just been able to evade his own magic detection, and he should have relied on what was in his hand.

Fengbo's eyes were already red, and one hand clutched the camouflage cloak tightly, because he was too hard, the knuckles of his fingers were already white: "You save the trumpet flower, I'll give the cloak to ......" When he said this, he suddenly felt like his heart had been hammered, and he suddenly opened his mouth and eyes, covered his chest, and couldn't speak.

Luo Zheng looked at the screen, and immediately got Dobby's news in his consciousness: "The M113 World Guest Storm violated the contract, intending to hand over the transaction items with the super agency to others, and the initial punishment is once, five energy points, please accept it from the shopkeeper." ”

…… Can it still be like this!?

Luo Zheng was slightly shocked, but he didn't say anything. He just didn't expect that the punishment of the storm would benefit him. According to the confidentiality rules of the super agency, as soon as the storm came out of his mouth, he was punished, which was unambiguous, and Luo Zheng had already thought of it in his heart.

Fengbo gasped for breath, staring at the black-robed man, but he didn't dare to speak again.

The black-robed man asked, "Who is the trumpet flower?" ”

Feng Bo slightly let go of his body and pointed out the short and stout undertaker behind him to the black-robed man.

"Whew-"

The black-robed man's contemptuous laughter came from under the hood of his robe: "Do you know who I am? I am the spiritual mage of the Spirit Sect, and I am called the Spirit Sect by those mortals who do nothing. Who are you who dare to ask me? ”

Storm didn't speak, just continued to snort and gasp, clutching the camouflage cloak tighter in his hand.

The black-robed man continued to laugh at the turmoil: "Besides, do you think the Spirit Sect's divine spirit magic is a joke? The martyrs who have been poured can only follow their masters to heaven and continue to serve their masters. What to say about the resurrection? Your stupidity is so hard to stop laughing. ”

Fengbo's eyes widened in shock, and he trembled in disbelief: "You mean...... You mean......"

The black-robed man said, "Give me that thing." I can give that trumpet a little blessing. Rejoice, little man. The mercy of the Spirit Sect is never easily rewarded to you mortals who do nothing. ”

Outside the screen, Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. This black-robed man is a mediocre mortal, so high up that people can't help but want to smoke him a brick.

And in the middle of the screen, the turmoil was completely desperate. Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, which were already slightly red and swollen unconsciously. His face was dirty, a little greasy, and he was washed away by tears, and two tear stains were immediately clearly engraved on his cheeks. He hissed, "Don't lie to me, bastard...... Mix...... Mix...... Mixed ......"

Insulting a god mage seems to be extremely difficult for the storm. But in the end, the class wall that was separated by the turmoil was still washed down by the torrent of grief and despair, and the words held in his heart screamed hoarsely: "You ...... Disgusting bastard! You bastards have always worked only for the rich, powerful aristocrats. We can only be sacrificed by the nobility in your hands. Why should I believe you? Moreover, even if I die, this cloak will not fall into your hands. ”

The black-robed man was annoyed and angry, and said fiercely: "Then I'll kill you." He stirred his cane lightly, and chanted a spell in his mouth. At the tip of the crutch, the blue light pulled out the silk thread and shot towards the wind wave at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

Fengbo wanted to dodge, but he looked sideways and saw the trumpet flower behind him, but he gritted his teeth and stood still, not letting in the slightest.

The blue light hit Fengbo's body and seeped through Fengbo's chest. The wind trembled, and the whole body became stiff.

Outside the screen, Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia stood up unconsciously. The strangeness of the magic frightened them, and Storm had become like this before he could use the abilities he had acquired from another world. The blue silk thread spread out from Fengbo's chest, and Fengbo's body became more and more stiff, and the anger in his eyes became weaker and weaker.

"The number of funeral goods is just right, and there is no way to have more than you. You are unlucky, lowly mortal. You can only go to hell, not heaven. The black-robed man walked in towards Fengbo little by little with his cane, and his grinning mouth was revealed under the hood, "Throw down what you have in your hand, it's mine." ”

The black-robed man walked towards the storm step by step, and the blue silk thread connecting the tip of the crutch and the storm chest became shorter and shorter. And the blue light on Fengbo's chest spread more and more, and it has spread to the entire upper body of Fengbo.

The smile under the hood of the black-robed man grew stronger. Humiliating and killing a lowly mortal could not make the great god spirit mage feel the slightest sense of accomplishment, but the cloak in the hands of this mortal filled the hearts of the black-robed people with surprise and expectation.

Items that can hinder the magic detection of the spirit mage are not ordinary things. He didn't know why this little red-haired man had such a precious item, and he didn't need to know. As long as this thing can fall into his hands, that's fine.

But just when his crutches were about to press against Feng Bo's chest, Feng Bo's face and neck suddenly became bruised, his face was hideous, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Shopkeeper!" ”

This roar was very inexplicable to the black-robed man, but this voice traveled through the world and went straight into the ears of Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia.

Dobby's voice sounded in Luo Zheng's mind: "The guests of the M113 world sent out an after-sales request, paid one-third of their lives, and summoned the shopkeeper to this world. Please choose whether to accept it or not. ”

Luo Zheng didn't choose in a hurry, he turned his head and asked Yao Dongxia: "The guest is called, do you want to break through?" ”

Yao Dongxia glanced at the picture on the screen, the light in his eyes flowed, and nodded: "Okay." ”