123 returns

I froze for I saw a look of horror on the fat man's face, which was rare on his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Imagine, a generation of petites who have even experienced death and immortality in the world, how can they care about any small trivial things, and what else can be bigger than life and death? This is still the Winged King who cut off his head back then.

But this was only my expectation, after all, what appeared at this moment had proved that this thing was not really immortal, but had not been discovered before. The fat man slapped himself in horror and failed to get the bug into his ear, and I glanced back at Yaozi and gave her an inquiring look, after all, she had read the amazing book.

But when my eyes swept over her lovely and dirty face, she shook her head slowly, and her eyes looked dazed and ignorant. The expectations in my heart were put down, and I had to watch the fat man's performance, after all, this time was the best chance for me and Yaozi to escape, but once this bug was beneficial to it, then how could we run away.

The fat man stood in place, his body began to twitch, and the most direct thing was that the hand that slapped his face had begun to fold from his fingers, as if it was a sarcoma, and there was no feeling of bones. In the blink of an eye, the finger folded into five small balls of flesh, which grew on the palm, and then the wrists and palms began to fold, and suddenly became a ball of flesh hanging on the shoulder, then the head, the torso, and finally the thighs.

In less than three breaths, a huge sphere appeared in front of Yaozi and I. This thing looks like it is as thick as an embrace, no more than a meter high, and it is constantly expanding and contracting, expanding and contracting, and it looks like it is transforming and breathing alive.

"How did it come to this?" Yaozi's staccato voice came from behind. And I don't know it myself, so naturally I can't answer her.

She and I watched with wide eyes as the ball of flesh kept expanding, contracting, expanding and contracting. Somehow, a puddle of dim yellow aura emerged from the meat ball, and it rushed upwards at once. But in this dark place, there was already a miasma of smoke, where could it still be allowed to rush indiscriminately, and just when I thought that a boulder would fall from the sky and suppress it, a light cut through the dark space like a line of fire.

It was a bolt of lightning, so swift and so manic, that a thunderclap followed. My ears were briefly deaf as a result, filled with a buzzing roar. But my eyes were fixed on the lightning.

The lightning was thicker than an arm, and it was wrapped in cyan electricity on the outside, but there was a red halo circulating on the inside. I was stunned all of a sudden, red thunder and lightning only appear when the world is destroyed, such as after an earthquake, when a volcano erupts, or when a comet in the sky falls to the ground, there will be a trace of blood-colored lightning. And whenever this thing appears, it is definitely a huge disaster that will destroy the world.

There was a bang, and the yellow air was struck by the lightning at once, and before I could see what was going on, the yellow smoke disappeared in an instant. It was all gone at the same time, as if none of this had happened. And at this time, the sarcoma on the ground also began to change, and it seemed that something inside was about to break out of the cocoon.

Yaozi covered her mouth in surprise, and then slowly began to approach it. "Chopin, do you think it could be that the fat man came out of it?" She looked at me with extremely weak and pitiful eyes, and asked back.

Of course, I don't know. But at this time, I was naturally looking forward to the fat man's return, so I had to nod my head and say, "It's okay, that Wing King Shi Dakai is dead, and the one who flew out just now was directly split by the blood-colored thunderbolt." Now there should only be a fat man in this sarcoma, as long as we wait for him to come out, we can get out of here. ”

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling emerged from the sarcoma. Yaozi was the closest, and immediately retreated back, her eyes were shocked, and she asked with a frightened expression, "What the hell is going on?" How do I feel like this is a bomb that is about to explode, and it won't be a fat man coming out. ”

As soon as her words fell, the sarcoma actually opened a black slit, and I slowly approached, and a thin thing came out of it, and suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I caught it with one hand, and a manic force seemed to spread from above to my hand, and then all over my body, and I felt my hairs stand on end in an instant.

I took it and looked closely, and it was actually a piece of rune paper. The rune paper is made of yellow and worn-out paper, but it has a slippery feeling in the palm of your hand, as if it is some kind of animal skin. I saw a black thing with a folded line wandering on it, but it seemed difficult to see, and when I tried to look closely, it disappeared all at once.

And when my eyes were about to shift, the folded line appeared at the very edge of my vision. Yaozi had already come to me because of my convulsions, and her eyes began to look at what I was doing. "What is this?" She asked.

Of course, I don't know, and I don't know how to answer. But at this moment, a hoarse voice came from behind, startling Yaozi and me. "This is the Silence Thunder Talisman, you'd better be careful, otherwise you'll even have your soul and body disappear from this world."

I looked back and saw a fat hand emerging from the sarcoma. Seeing this, I was suddenly surprised in my heart, and even wanted to cry, if it weren't for Yaozi in front of me, maybe tears began to spread in my eyes. Because of that voice, and this hand at this time, I could already guess what was going on.

The sarcoma was like a car tire that had deflated, and it collapsed all at once. And after this layer of jet-black stuff, the fat man came out of it. With a wicked smile on his face, he was stunned when he saw my moist eyes, coupled with Yaozi's look of surprise. "What does this mean, two? The fat man is not dead yet, and he can't stand your gift. ”

"Fuck your uncle, how can Lao Tzu cry for you?" I scolded him, but I couldn't help but go up and hug him. (To be continued.) )