Fallacy looked at Sang Zhefeng below him and fell silent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She was silent, just looking at the man in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking, but the anger and disdain on her face had completely disappeared.

The hole in her chest slowly closed up, and she couldn't tell that she had been shot before. But her appearance is still so faint, and there is always a look as if she is about to disappear.

"It's really you......" The fallacy said in a low voice, "Is it the perfect use of the 'emotion' thing?" ”

"The so-called 'feelings' are nothing more than the product of memory and logical thinking." Sang Zhefeng knocked his head and said with a smile: "It only takes some calculations and measurements to control it perfectly, and then use this." Isn't it? ”

The fallacy was not answered, she just seemed to think of something, and then slightly touched her forehead.

"It's a ...... Looks like I'm going to have to work harder if I want to succeed......" The fallacy said, and then she suddenly looked at Sang Zhefeng, smiled, and said, "As you said, all this is just an idea. And now you are just a low-quality logical student, so aren't you also bothered by this boring thing now? ”

Sang Zhefeng subconsciously frowned, there were a lot of things in his mind in an instant, and then his brows slowly stretched again, and said, "Then you have to find a breakthrough first." ”

"Guess if I can find it." The fallacy smiled slightly and said, "I will make this flag with you." Sage~"

The fallacy vanished in place after saying this, and the figures of Sanzhefeng and Skaha gradually became illusory until they were out of sight.

Sangzhefeng had already used illusion to run away, and Fallacy was not interested in dealing with this fantasy - the army of the undead was done, and although she was injured, it didn't stop her from controlling the undead.

As Sang Zhefeng has always asked before, this game of chess has begun to officially begin.

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Not far from the jungle, Skaha looked at Sanzhe Feng coldly, the gun in his hand constantly jumping up and down, and his eyes flashed with a cold light from time to time.

"It's really nasty to poison someone else's weapon."

Skaha said disdainfully.

"That's not poison." Sang Zhefeng smiled and said, "That is the blood of me and my beloved. ”

"That effect does blood have?" Skaha's face was full of disbelief, "Blood is going to hurt that heartless monster?" ”

Sang Zhefeng just laughed there and didn't explain anything, but he still said something like this: "There must be blood stuck to the weapon, but isn't it also not coated with poison?" (Note (1))"

Sang Zhefeng said this, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

Skaha "cut" again, and said, "It's really bad luck to meet a master like you. ”

"Maybe." Sang Zhefeng smiled and said, "Alright, I'm going to prepare for the chess game now - are you going to follow me, or are you going to clean up the undead here?" ”

"Clean up the undead." Skaha didn't even think about it.

"You really don't like me."

Sang Zhefeng shrugged helplessly, and then he slowly walked in the other direction, and said as he walked: "Be careful." ”

Skaha didn't answer, just silently walked in the opposite direction to him.

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"Zhefeng, are you fighting against her alone? It's too dangerous! ”

Heatham pointed to the tip of Sanzhefeng's nose and said indignantly, but Sanzhefeng said nonchalantly: "Isn't there still Joan of Arc with me?" ”

"But Joan of Arc is a heroic spirit, even if something happens, she can be summoned again, and as long as Twilight is there, her memory and consciousness will not be affected, but you are different!"

Heatham was about to cry there, but Sanzhefeng was still there smiling softly, looking at her.

Heatham looked at the man in front of him, his mouth open, and wanted to say something, but Sanzhefeng patted her on the head and pushed back everything she had to say.

"Wait here," Sang Zhefeng said with a smile, "I'll be back in a while." ”

Heatham looked at Sangzhefeng, opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head, and said, "It's not good to set up a flag like this......"

“flag？” Sang Zhefeng subconsciously asked.

“…… It's the kind of thing that says, 'I'm going to be back,' before you leave...... You can't usually come back like that......"

Heatham explained in a whisper.

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but smile a little dumbly, but he still said seriously: "This is not a flag, I will definitely come back." This is the result of an inevitable calculation. ”

Heatham looked at Sang Zhefeng, then lowered his head slightly, and muttered, "You're really the same ...... as before"

Sangzhefeng didn't speak, just walked slowly in the direction of the Undead Legion, where Joan of Arc and Twilight were waiting for him.

He led the girls out of the undead legion, and then told them that he was going to play a game of chess with the fallacy alone, and then, as expected, Heatham jumped out to object.

But this opposition did not help, and Sanzhefeng still had to go there.

Joan of Arc waited there for Sanzhefeng, but it was clear that the girl was not very cool right now - of course, no one would feel good if they were knocked unconscious.

Sang Zhefeng smiled bitterly at Joan of Arc, then looked at Hai Duyu, smiled, and said, "I'm leaving." ”

"Hmm......" Twilight looked at him, smiled as well, and said nothing.

Sang Zhefeng approached Twilight and whispered a few words in her ear, and Twilight Rain's face showed a look of surprise.

"Get rid of it."

Sang Zhefeng withdrew his head and looked at the twilight rain.

"Don't worry." Twilight replied with a smile.

Sang Zhefeng nodded, and then walked towards the undead war over there with Joan of Arc, who was still a little resentful.

Hai Duyu kept looking at his back, and after knowing that he couldn't see it, he silently said to himself: "Are there variables in the chess game......"

She turned her head again, looked at Heathem, who was still looking at Sanzhe Feng in the distance, shook her head helplessly, and muttered: "This is also inevitable......

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Note (1): It was an insult to poison a warrior's weapon, and at that time Sanzhefeng meant "I did not insult you, because blood on the weapon is inevitable." (To be continued.) )