Yang Fei looked at the blood marks on his hands, at this time he had already formed a king character, and suddenly he couldn't cry or laugh, no one else around this word could see it, only he could see it, and such a word appeared, did he mean that he was born a king? Hehe, he didn't believe it himself.

"Brother, Sister Shiyu asked me to find you to eat..."The little girl came to call Yang Fei to eat, just two days ago, they rushed out of Yang Fei's rental house, escaped without danger, and also met the Jiang family sisters and brothers, and jointly formed a small safety zone.

It was also the time two days ago that he discovered that he was immune to the zombie virus and became the "evolutionary" in Jiang Zhi's mouth, his life has never been as smooth and dazzling as these days.

"But... What does this word mean in my hand? According to its position in the palm of the hand, this seems to be the side of a word, what is it? On the one hand, Yang Fei felt that his situation was somewhat similar to the old-fashioned plot of those heavenly generals in the legend, but on the other hand, he had an invisible and strong premonition, these regular blood marks were by no means groundless, and it had this very important role.

"Brother, what are you doing all the time looking at your palms?" The little girl asked strangely, and none of them could see the blood marks on Yang Fei's palms.

Yang Fei shook his head slightly, and said, "It's nothing...", but in his heart, he thought that in another week, there should be a complete word, of course, it may not take so long, Chinese characters, I am very familiar, lack of one or two comparisons, I can only come out with what the word is.

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Topaz continued to engrave on Yang Fei's hand, because she found that Yang Fei, who was completely caught in the demons of his heart, sometimes frowned, and in the absence of consciousness, this reaction made Topaz feel that the lettering was effective, and Yang Fei, who was contributed by the demons, still reacted to these words.

Although this reaction was very weak, it at least proved one thing, Yang Fei's main consciousness that was eroded by the heart demon still reacted.

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In the realm of the Mediterranean gods, which is actually the sphere of influence of fifth-order creatures, Lin Sen and the leaders of several human gathering places here gathered together, but the seats of everyone made Lin Sen quite dissatisfied, and the leaders of this group of gathering places formed a circle and put him in the middle.

"Guys, are you trying to interrogate me?" Faced with this scene, Lin Sen asked mockingly. The assistant and translator beside him is the Chinese woman Li Qianqian, but at this time, she is no longer the same as when she first met, but with a serious face, she translated the past, in Lin Sen's words, she has found part of her dignity, her own dignity, that is, self-esteem, and if you want to get more dignity, that is, the respect of others, you still have to rely on strength or ability.

"Mr. Lin, don't be careful, we don't mean that." The white-robed Pope said, but the others didn't agree, obviously didn't care much about Lin Sen's thoughts, although he used to be a half-body, but at least now he was only an injured third-order, in front of them such a top-level third-order, it was nothing.

Lin Sen smiled slightly and said, "It seems that except for you, everyone else has decided on me, and they don't plan to have an equal dialogue with me." ”

The white-robed Pope looked at the others, and sighed secretly in his heart, these people are really stubborn and ignorant, they have all been kept in captivity here by fifth-order creatures, and they have become animals shepherded by fifth-order creatures, and they still have this pride, it's just... Damn...

"I can only speak for my own tribe, the others... I can't restrain myself, I'm sorry. Bai Pao said.

Lin Sen nodded, the white robe was at least good.

"Okay, it seems that you have decided that you will definitely be able to eat me, so I won't say anything, but as one of the members of the Great Ideal Group, even if I am greedy for life and afraid of death, I will never make any concessions at this time, if you have any means, you might as well use them." Lin Sen began to pull the tiger skin, where is he a member of the Great Ideal Group, and he still wants to scrape their relatives alive in front of the Great Ideal Group, but Lin Sen is not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be flexible.

Who here knows if what he says is true or not? In addition to the white robe, there were seven or eight people here, and two of them were Europeans who looked like Li Qianqian's eyes jumped suddenly after hearing Li Qianqian's translation, although it was subtle, but it was also captured by Lin Sen's powerful divine sense.

"The Great Ideal Group? Haven't you heard of it, is it amazing? I don't know how strong our god is? A Middle Eastern black-clothed eater said slowly.

The white-clothed pope, and the two Europeans all glanced at him when they heard the words of the black-clothed big food, the white-clothed pope had obtained some information from Lin Sen before, knowing the terrible nature of the Great Ideal Group, it is said that there are close to twenty demigods alone, and the head of the regiment and the deputy head of the regiment even have legends that may surpass the existence of the fourth order, you are a third-order, well, even if you suppress your own strength, but what if you don't suppress it? How did you get the courage to look down on the big ideal group?

And the so-called gods... Do you also use it as your own combat power? Broken head, isn't it? The two Europeans were also speechless, and even the corners of their mouths twitched, they even had seen the Great Ideal Regiment, two years ago, in the capital of the Sun Never Setting Empire, when King Arthur was still there, their head Yang Fei was already in the fourth order, right? Are you sure you have this attitude...

However, the two Europeans didn't speak, and let this idiot black-clothed eater go and test it first to see how the big ideal group is now.

"God? You mean the big water monster? Lin Sen touched his chin and said as if he was considerate: "I should be able to fight with my regiment commander, no matter how bad it is, I should be able to fight with our deputy regiment commander, well, it should be about the same..."

Li Qianqian translated the past truthfully, and several leaders present were about to go crazy, and they all found it difficult to accept, and some people even looked at Li Qianqian and asked her if she had made a mistake in translation, Li Qianqian shook her head indifferently and told him that her translation was very accurate, without the slightest mistake.

"The commander of your regiment is—" The two Europeans couldn't help but open their mouths to be tempted.

"Yang Fei." Lin Sen said calmly, with a look of pride, anyway, it was pretending, it didn't matter, he didn't like some people in the Great Ideal Group, but for Yang Fei, he felt that there were still no black spots.

"Then the deputy head you are talking about is Jiang Shiyu?" The two Europeans asked again.

This time it was Lin Sen's turn to be a little surprised, these two people seemed to know the appearance of the Great Ideal Regiment very well, Lin Sen was a little drumming in his heart, but he still said calmly: "Although Deputy Head Jiang is also very powerful, he should not be able to kill your so-called gods, I am talking about Deputy Head Huang Yuhuang." ”

The two Europeans glanced at each other, their eyes were very complicated, they were deeply impressed by the Great Ideal Group, when Yang Fei came to Europe, the first thing he went to was the United Kingdom, where he exchanged ideas with King Arthur, and the strength he showed during this period shocked them, but the most unacceptable thing for them was that little girl, who was only eleven or twelve years old, but she defeated one of the twelve knights at that time.

King Arthur went to China with his people, and the Twelve Horsemen did not fully follow them, and these two were one of the former Twelve Horsemen.

"Charlie, Richard, I want to have a fair conversation with you." The two Europeans were unanimous.