Chapter eighty-two and so on, I can explain

"Huh! Look! U.S. President Kuroko Shirai! ”

Shiina Shira, who was sitting on the bed, kicked the dazed Kamijo under the bed, and gloated and pointed to the TV. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh... Oh. ”

Shangjo Dangma just responded weakly, and then fell into a state of daze.

Since the calamity helped Shiina Bai recover his cognition, Shiina Bai's first reaction was to turn on the TV, and then the three views of Shiina Bai and Kamijo Danma were destroyed, which is comparable to the impact after watching the "Philosophical ♂ Revival" seriously.

The big man dancing in a sweet loli costume with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, the old man who gnaws on the pacifier and is coquettish, and the violent old lady who drives an F4 car......

This picture is too beautiful.,Shangjo when Ma only watched it for a few minutes and the whole person was stupid.,Shiina Bai is happy to do it.,Excited one by one.

In addition to Cone Name, Woe Yi also watched TV together, which was unprecedented.

"Speaking of disaster, I didn't expect you to watch TV news together, obviously you usually look like you don't care about yourself." Cone Nabai has a "Are you being worn" expression on his face.

"It's interesting."

It's really interesting.

Pull the whole world together to play the game of grabbing the bench at one time, and then make this kind of... The result of the blind, Woe Yi has never experienced such an interesting situation.

When you go back, you must write down this magic array, human creativity is indeed not to be underestimated!

Woe Yi secretly made a plan in his heart.

"You're interested in something other than gaming!" Cone Mingbai stared at Wo Yi with wide eyes, and his small mouth opened slightly in surprise.

“……”

Wo Yi felt that Cone Mingbai's memory was almost as good as that of a fish, and she usually found time to teach her some knowledge, why did she think that in her eyes she was a game except for a game? I was also very interested in teaching her!

……

No matter how interesting things are, they will be boring for a long time, and Cone Mingbai, who watched the news in the morning, couldn't help but fall asleep on the bed.

After all, it's just a child's body now, and my energy is limited, and I'm still bored after a morning of fun.

Turn off the TV and cover the quilt with Cone Mingbai, and say goodbye to Wu Yi when he is in trouble: "I'm really sorry to disturb the morning, I'd better leave." ”

"Hmm... It's coming, pay attention to yourself. ”

It's very rare that Wo Yi actually said one more sentence, which made Shang Tiao Dangma take aback, although he didn't understand what Wo Yi meant.

"So... Good bye. ”

Xiang Yi bent down slightly, and Shangjo Dangma walked out of the hotel lightly, without alerting his parents and Intix. Although I am ready to die, it is better not to die or not to die!

"Wow, it's hot!"

But no matter how hot it is, you have to endure it, and you don't want to go back to the hotel when you're in the middle. After all, I'm really embarrassed to hide in the cone-white room all the time!

Not many people want to go outside on such a hot day, so walking outside will not meet anyone.

Kamijo Dangma thought it was good, but unfortunately his luck was really not very good, and he escaped one trouble and ran into another.

"Question 1: Are you the caster of 'Angel Fallen'?"

Uejo Dangma, who was watching the scenery from the observation deck, found that he had a knife around his neck, and the cold blade was shocked, and Uejo Dangma's hair stood up.

"What... What spellcaster? ”

Raising his hands and lightly supporting the blade, Shangjo was really afraid that the other party's hand would shake and cut himself.

Just when Uejo was at a loss, Motoharu Dogomon and Divine Cracked Fire Weaving came over.

"Wait a minute, Misha. Chloe Geeve, I advise you to look for it, Ah Shang can't be the prisoner's meow. ”

"Tsuchigomon!" Kamijo Danma's tone was full of emotion, and he looked at Tsuchigomon Motoharu with the eyes of a savior.

This is a good friend!

"Question 2: Do you have a way to prove it?"

Kamijo felt that he must be innocent again, so he quickly explained to Misha: "There's no way to prove it, but I don't know magic at all!" ”

Regarding the explanation that Kamijo Dangma is not an explanation, Mixia said that it was complete nonsense, and tilted his head slightly to look at Motoharu Tsuchimon. Compared with the words of the previous article when he was numb, it is more credible than what others said.

Sighing softly, God Cracked Fire Weaving said, "From the standpoint of the necessary evil of English Puritanism, I can answer this question. ”

After various explanations from the Divine Crack, Misha finally reluctantly accepted the premise that Uejo was not a spellcaster. But Misha doesn't think you can say anything, and I'm going to have to try it again.

Putting down the knife in his hand, Misha took a few steps back and looked at Kamijo Dangma's right hand and said, "Value, forty, nine, thirty, seven." Eighty-six in total. ”

Rumble!

A column of water burst out of the nearby seawater.

Echo. Water, turned into a spiritual snake, piercing like a sharp sword. ”

As the words fell, the water column writhed like a snake and stabbed straight at Uejo Dangma's head, without any consideration for mercy.

"Wow!"

Kamijo, whose hand reaction is faster than his brain, subconsciously raised his right hand, and if nothing else, the water column will disintegrate by itself after hitting his right hand after 0.5 seconds, so he also ruled out his suspicion.

The onlookers on the side, Motoharu and the god cracked the fire weaving, also thought so, after all, Steele used his face to confirm the effect of Kamijo's right hand.

However, since it is said that "there are no accidents", then there will be accidents in the normal development of the plot.

The water column was about a meter away from the right hand of the upper strip when the accident happened.

A faint silver light overflowed from the body of Shang Dangma, and if you didn't pay attention, you couldn't even notice it. And at the same time as these silver lights appeared, the water column cracked from the middle! Just like an invisible knife standing in front of Uejo Dangma, the water column hit the blade and was split in half, deeply piercing the ground on both sides of Uejo Dangma.

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“……”

The four of them looked wordlessly at the dry ground in front of Kamijo Dangma. If everyone's IQ is fine, then they won't think that it is the effect of the "fantasy killer" just now.

"I want to... I can explain......" Faced with the three pairs of skeptical gazes, Kamijo Danma took a step back a little fearfully.

"Wrong answer. The British view is not in line with the facts. Teenager, your suspicion has been confirmed. ”

Misha's eyes instantly turned cold, and his hands were on the weapon, ready to attack at any time.

Behind the upper strip of the hemp, the expression of the god cracking fire weaving also sank, and one hand was on the handle of the knife, although there was no intention of attacking, but it would definitely not be rescued.

"Ahh......h

His position is more complicated, and he really can't help him anymore.

"Hey! Wait a minute! That wasn't ...... just now."

Kamijo Danma tried to explain again, but Misha obviously didn't want to listen anymore, raised the mace in his hand, and instantly came to Kamijo Danma and smashed it down.

The extremely fast movement speed made it impossible for Kamijo to react, let alone dodge attacks. And Misha's attack can also be seen from her movement speed, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can survive after taking a beat.

Seeing that the hammer was about to fall on the top of Uejo Dangma's head, Misha's movements suddenly changed, and he tried to withdraw his arms to protect his body as much as possible, completely giving up attacking Uejo Dangma.

Touch!

Click!

Kamijo Dangma only felt a flower in front of him, and then he moved sideways for a short distance, and the one standing in his original position was Woe Yi.

Misha's body was hit by a punch from Misfortune, and he flew backwards for dozens of meters before he stood still, the elbow of his right arm twisted unnaturally, obviously broken.

"Angels?"

It wasn't until now that he saw the human form composed of light and heat in Misha's body, and he finally knew what that strange existence was.

It is a life made up of pure power and faith.