Seeing those cold eyes, Kerry couldn't help but take two steps back, he always felt as if the armor on his body had been stripped of by the man, completely exposing himself.

Who is this man? They were able to approach us quietly, and it seemed that the soldiers of Avenbeth did not stop us. Either it's someone inside Avenbes, or someone who infiltrated it with special means, anyway, no matter what, you can't underestimate it!

The reason why Kerry thinks this way is because the reconnaissance system on his armor is completely unresponsive, which is made according to the left arm of the "Apocalypse", and everything is restored to the original, so this reconnaissance system is naturally not far behind, but the person who came can get close to him, which is very revealing.

Realizing that it was Kabbalah who had discovered the comer, Kerry turned his head to Kabbalah, hoping for some answer.

In the face of that familiar person, if Kabbala hadn't had abundant life energy, her face would have been bloodless at this moment, but even so, her heart couldn't help trembling.

"Looks like what you were looking for, and that's it." Facing Kerry's quizzing gaze, Kabbalah forced a smile on his face.

She ······ What do I expect? No way! Kerry was startled and took two steps back.

"This is the man we're looking for, number DN-14!" Kabbalah said in a refirming voice, and although her face was as usual, the trills in her words betrayed her.

Kerry said that this answer was a little scary, but it also made his blood flow all over his body, and with this sudden meeting, he didn't know what to do or say for a while.

"Kabbalah? Long time no see, your injuries healed? Fourteen tilted his head to look at Kabbalah, and after searching for information about Kabbalah, greeted him like an old friend.

In normal times, Kabbalah would definitely retort that these injuries were not a big deal for her. But now, she didn't dare to say that, the scene of being taken care of last time was still echoing in her mind.

"Also······ Fortunately, I'm mainly here to help people heal their injuries this time, well, it's the one on the side, and I definitely don't mean to make a move. Kabbalah waved his hand again and again, and threw the pot directly to Kerry, who was messing up in the armor.

"You're the Apocalypse?" Despite Kabbalah's confirmation, Kerry stayed on Fourteen's seemingly thin body for a few seconds, especially on his left arm.

"It's not broken, I don't feel like there's anything wrong with it." Kerry not only watched, but also stood there and muttered, Kabbalah decisively separated from him, afraid of being injured by mistake.

A sword shot up into the sky, straight towards Kerry's left arm, although Kerry was usually a little stunned, but still very sharp in combat, he took a step sideways, the sword slashed by the wrong body, and the long street was victimized again.

"Next time, your arm will definitely be lost!" Fourteen said coldly, gently retracting the knife he had taken out at some point, and chatting with Kabbalah again.

Kerry raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but found that he was in the armor, and he didn't sweat at all, so he had to hang his hand.

And with the appearance of the main master, Kabbalah ignored the substitute for Kerry. And Fourteen also knows that although Kabbalah is only a healing unit, Kabbalah is definitely much more threatening than Kerry.

The two of them just talked in such a long and short sentence, completely ignoring Kerry, who was full of fighting passion on the side.

And although Kerry really wanted to fight Fourteen, but at this time Kabbalah was talking to Fourteen, and he didn't want to make a move, he still knew how terrifying it was to interrupt the two of them chatting, especially since these two seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years.

As the two of them talked, Kerry found that he still seemed to have a lot of interest in his own work, so he chiseled a stone bench under him, sat down and listened to the story.

"It's strange, although it's true that we teleported back, but with the speed of Lord Kabbalah and Lord Kree, we should have arrived here by now, why haven't we even seen a shadow?" An officer was at the wreckage of the intergalactic guest house, stomping his feet back and forth, waiting for the two to arrive······

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In a secret chat room, there are seven seats, each with a vague imprint.

This chat room hasn't been used in decades, but today, there's movement again.

A dark shadow flickered across the seat, a cloud of black mist enveloped it, and the mark on the seat became clear.

It was a dark purple vortex, painted with some special black paint around it, and if you looked directly at this mark, your brain would feel dizzy, and your body would be a little out of your control, and there seemed to be an extra guy fighting for your body.

And there are actually words engraved under this imprint, but you can't look directly at the imprint, so you generally don't pay attention to the two words. And under the mark of this deep purple vortex, the word "chaos" is engraved!

"Did you use this chat room? Since the last time the five of us were abused, all of you have been autistic, why, autism has been cured? "A wave of heat came to the face, accompanied by a sound.

There was also a person in the second seat, and a seemingly flowing flame obscured its appearance, and the flame imprint behind him that bloomed like water droplets falling to the ground was also clear, and the scorching heat also prevented others from watching, and two words were written below - "Tinder!" ”

"Huh? What about the two? Won't you still be autistic? The man with the name of Tinder looked around, and when he saw that there were no more people, he asked the people of Chaos.

"If they come, you're probably shut up." Chaos spoke ruthlessly, but he still explained the reason, "One is still playing with new chips, the other is hard to find, and he is still looking for it, by the way, he just recently went to the place where the chips are produced to find someone to help." ”

"You're well-informed, you madman, what's the matter? Now this one can be controlled? The Tinder looked at the empty chat room, and his words were a little lonely.

"Take full control! Compared to the original one, it is still too weak. Chaos shook his head helplessly, but because of his lack of strength, he could only settle for it.

"Mine is about the same, not comparable at all." Hearing the Chaos Man's complaint, Tinder also complained, and then turned to the point, "Okay, get down to business!" ”

"I thought you brought me here just to catch up." Chaos said with a smile, but everyone knew that this place was not created to let them catch up on the past.

"It doesn't matter if I reminisce about the old days, anyway, the other two pairs are also catching up on their own now." The flames around the Tinder Man turned into palms and spread out.

Chaos was immediately stunned, based on the news he had just said, it was clear who the other pair was: "You say······ Will she still be given special care? ”

"Forehead······ It's hard to say, but I heard that there was a substitute for the 'Apocalypse' over there this time, so I went with it. After Tinder said this, it gradually dimmed.

"Oh, good luck to both of you." Chaos said the same, and the chat room fell silent again. Take a look at the latest chapter of "About Those Things in the Universe Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.