This bamboo pole is very familiar to the Holy Hand scholars.

Because from a distance before, he just thought it was a simple bamboo pole to hang a flag. But listening to the tone of the person on the sedan chair, it seems that he guessed wrong?

The bamboo pole was very high, and the sky was still drizzling, and he was a little confused for a while.

It seems to be a flag, but it is not like a flag.

He squinted, still a little unclear.

Skittles, who was hiding behind him, quietly pulled his clothes: "Brother scholar, there is one hanging on the bamboo pole... It seems to be a person..."

Person?

A sense of foreboding welled up in the heart of the Holy Hand Scholar.

He hurriedly took out the communicator and found the name he pinned, his fingers trembled a little, but he still decided to click on it, and at the same time prayed silently in his heart: "Don't ring, don't ring, don't ring... Don't be you..."

The scene fell silent for a while, and everyone stared at the movements of the Holy Hand Scholar, not knowing what he was talking about.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

The air did not relay the message to the Holy Hand Scholar ringtones.

There is hope! Isn't he on the bamboo pole?

The Holy Hand Scholar just wanted to laugh, but found that the person on the sedan chair frowned, and took out a small boxy box from his waist, which was somewhat similar to the communicator in the hand of the Holy Hand Scholar.

The man looked at the little box in his hand, and saw that a small piece of it was lit, so he lit it, and said:

"Hello?"

The man's voice was simple, but it was like a sharp sword, plunging heavily into the heart of the Holy Hand Scholar.

The communicator in the hand of the Holy Hand Scholar sounded the man's voice. And the number he dialed just now...

It's the silkworm's...

This also means that the silkworm may have met with an accident.

In other words, what hangs on the bamboo pole is not a flag at all, but...

The silkworm that used to spy on intelligence and reconnoiter the enemy's situation, but suddenly disappeared.

The Holy Hand Scholar clenched his fists, his fingernails embedded in his flesh, and drops of blood ran down his hands, dripping onto the ground, intertwined with some puddles of water on the ground, and disappeared in a moment.

The Skittles behind the Holy Hand Scholar felt his figure tremble, as if he was suppressing something. It's like a ** barrel, if you are not careful, it may explode.

"Brother Scholar..."

The man on the sedan chair also seemed to sense that something was wrong with the Holy Hand Scholar, and thought for a moment: "You don't have anything to do with the person on the sedan chair, right?" ”

"You Terrans are really, you actually sent such a weak person to spy on intelligence, and I didn't know how to escape when I saw it."

"There's no way, I can only reward him well, let him blow a cool breeze, be calm and calm, don't be so impulsive!"

He seemed to be saying something worthless, and the banter in his tone seemed to be madly mocking the silkworms hanging on the flagpole.

"Now that you've found him... Why not kill him! ”

The Holy Hand Scholar gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

If the Silkworm died, at most it would only lose some gold and experience, and then be teleported to the Heavenly Fantasy City, how could it be tortured like this.

Hearing the words of the Holy Hand Scholar, the man on the sedan chair was stunned, as if he didn't know what the Holy Hand Scholar meant when he said this, and didn't understand why this Terran man let himself kill his friend.

Apparently, he was unaware of the fact that these players would be resurrected after death.

"You're dreaming? Killing, unhappy. Torturing people is the real joy. ”

The man on the sedan chair licked his lips and laughed: "All the music in the world is not as beautiful as the screams of human beings. It's a pity that this person doesn't seem to be able to scream, it's really boring. ”

"You..."

"Die!"

The Holy Hand Scholar couldn't hold back any longer, and copied the cross on his back in his hand, his eyes oozing with anger, like a wild buffalo running wildly, rushing towards the demon people on the sedan chair.

My friend, it's not for you to insult!

Seeing that the holy hand scholar rushed towards him, several demon guards were about to stop him, but he only heard the young master on the sedan chair fly out, and at the same time left a sentence, floating in the air:

"Don't move, this Terran is mine."

Since he said this, the others naturally stopped moving.

The figure of the man on the sedan chair floated in the air, like a ghost, and he stepped lightly on the air and came to the Holy Hand Scholar.

"Die!"

The Holy Hand Scholar lifted the cross and struck it at the man with a furious blow.

But no one expected that this powerful blow would be easily defused by that person.

The man stepped lightly on his cross, and with a single stroke, pressed the whole cross to the ground. No matter how hard the Holy Hand scholar tried, he couldn't pull it out.

"You... Who are you..."

The Holy Hand Scholar couldn't figure out why this man's strength was so great.

"Me?"

The man stepped on the cross, looked up at the sky, and laughed: "I am the young master of the demon clan, the Demon Emperor!" ”

Then, without waiting for the Holy Hand Scholar to react, he directly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the Holy Hand Scholar's neck, jumped to the ground, and lifted him high: "Terran, it's just the ashes under my demon race!" ”

"Put... Open... I..."

The Holy Hand Scholar blushed, and tried to kick and punch, but he couldn't reach the Demon Heavenly Emperor, the young master of the Demon Clan, and the strength on his body became smaller and smaller.

"You let go of Brother Scholar!"

Skiskill was about to rush over to save him, but found that the communicator shook, and a message came. At the same time, she also saw the Holy Hand Scholar's hand behind her back, holding his communicator, and hooking his thumb, as if to remind something.

Skittles silently opened the modifier, and sure enough, it was a message that had already been edited by the Holy Hand Scholar, which read:

"The enemy is too strong, be ready, don't save me."

At the same time, under these twelve words, there were six words written, which made Skittles' delicate body shake, clenched his communicator, reluctantly glanced at the Holy Hand Scholar, turned around and ran back.

"Oh? Your little girlfriend seems to be gone~"

The young master of the demon clan pursed his lips: "Sure enough, you humans are like this, you humans fly separately when disaster comes, and you run faster than anyone else." Unite? Bah! A swarm of ants can be killed with a flick of their fingers. ”

"The weak are in front of the strong, and there is no posture of being strong!"

She's gone... Be sure to bring my message to you!

The eyes of the Holy Hand Scholar were despair, but in the eyes of darkness, there was a glimmer of hope.

Wait, wait, wait.

She's coming!

She's coming!

"Why don't you call? Quick, call the master! Let me listen to the music! ”

The Demon Heavenly Emperor said, and slapped the Holy Hand Scholar in the face: "Hurry up, call the master!" ”