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Wei Zhongzhong's face trembled, and he looked at the white-clothed young man in the light screen incredulously, and couldn't help but look at Wei Junjun.

"Master Jun, are you okay?"

Wei Zhongzhong looked weird.

In the light screen, the eyes of the young man in white were obviously watching the appearance of the battleship.

Look at Wei Junjun?

Even planet-level or even star-level cultivators could not have such mystical means.

And.

Although their battleship was a small armor, the outer wall of the battleship was also twenty meters thick, and it was smelted from alloy carbonstone.

The gaze simply cannot penetrate.

Even radars and detectors cannot detect the inside of a battleship.

In Wei Zhongzhong's view, Wei Junjun may be due to mental pressure, some nervousness, and confusion.

Wretched.

It's pathetic.

Wei Zhongzhong's eyes flickered, and he smiled and said with concern: "Master Jun, are you okay?"

"No!"

"Not really!"

"He's really looking at me!"

Wei Junjun's face was pale, and his mind was in a hurry.

Even in the incomparably safe battleship, Wei Junjun also had a feeling of fear and fear.

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what Wei Junjun was talking about.

At least, they didn't feel any gaze at all, and everyone present was at least a Silver Wararmor Master.

Warframe division level, black iron, bronze, silver, gold, planet, starry sky, star level.

A Silver Armor Division, on an ordinary life planet, can also be called a strong one, and it is definitely not a weak one.

And.

Wei Junjun is just a bronze armor division.

These silver armor divisions didn't notice it, but Wei Junjun, a bronze armor division, noticed an abnormal gaze?

It's just funny.

"Ahem. One of the Golden Armor Divisions couldn't help but laugh, and then covered his mouth and shook his shoulders.

"Eleven. Wei Zhongzhong glanced at the golden armor master and gave a warning.

Even if Wei Junjun loses power, he can't be too presumptuous.

At least, not now.

Wei Zhongzhong's eyes were deep, as if something was brewing.

Wei Junjun did not notice the anomaly.

Or rather, she didn't hear Eleven's laughter at all.

The exclamation was followed by contemplation, silence.

In a daze, Wei Junjun was faintly excited.

Was her investment successful?

As it turned out, it was half the battle.

Such a powerful and mysterious method is enough to prove that the young man in white below is extraordinary and must be extremely powerful.

It must be a planet-level or even starry sky level cultivator.

The only thing to worry about at the moment was whether this white-clothed young cultivator would be willing to repay her investment.

Wei Junjun could clearly sense that the young man in white was looking at him.

That vast and profound majesty seems to be the starry sky of the universe, and even more vast.

That strong sense of gaze oppression, as if it were a supergiant star, or even a supergiant black hole.

This, naturally, was Fang Cheng's intention.

Wei Junjun was confused.

Suddenly, a gentle and indifferent voice came, and the voice echoed clearly, as if it was echoing in her mind.

"Hello Wei Junjun. ”

Wei Junjun held his breath instantly.

The heart seems to be gripped.

He, how did you know that my name was Wei Junjun?

And whether this voice resounded in his ears or came into his mind, Wei Junjun couldn't tell it clearly.

The voice continues to sound:

"Wei Junjun, as a token of gratitude, I can give you a favor. How you help, how you choose, it's up to you. ”

"As for the help, let's call it a promise. ”

Help?

Promise?

Wei Junjun's face tightened, and he subconsciously asked, "What kind of help, to what extent?"

What Wei Junjun really wants to ask is.

What kind of help can this mysterious existence, a young man in white, provide her?

It didn't matter how the voice sounded, how he learned his name.

The people in the command room were speechless.

I only think that Wei Junjun's mental disorder problem should be very serious.

But there are also a small number of armor divisions, and there is a little chill behind them.

Because they saw that Wei Junjun's demeanor did not seem to be fake.

And.

As the head of the family, Wei Junjun must have no history of mental problems.

"It's-"

Wei Zhongzhong frowned tightly and subconsciously glanced at the screen.

The young man in white on the screen has disappeared!

Connection!

Wei Zhongzhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the star-level battle armor fit himself, summoning it from the portable bag on the back of the battle armor!

Apprehensive!

Thrilling!

Zhi Brain considered the direction of photography on its own, how did the young man in white disappear, so that Zhi Brain could not capture it?

Wei Zhongzhong's abnormal behavior also made many armor divisions nervous.

They all looked at Wei Junjun in unison.

Wei Junjun's eyes drooped, and he didn't pay attention to the many battle armor divisions at all.

After that tiny detail just now, the alarm bell in her heart rang for a long time.

The order of the head of a family is issued, but because of the dissuasion of a housekeeper, the execution is suspended, and if the suspension turns into resistance, the consequences are unimaginable.

Wei Junjun was anxious, waiting for the voice of the mysterious existence to resume.

The voice resounded in Wei Junjun's ears:

"Wei Junjun, the weight of this promise is probably comparable to the Mangshen Galaxy you are in, whether it is glory and wealth, power and power, or cultivation success, etc., you can make a promise. ”

"Comparable to a galaxy?" Wei Junjun's brain shook, and his thinking froze a little.

Notice.

The Mangshen Galaxy is vast and about thirteen light-years in diameter.

How a promise can be compared to a galaxy is simply a fantasy.

In a brief period of consternation, the last sentence came: "Think about it, confirm your wish, and shout to make a wish." ”

There was silence.

"Boom. ”

Wei Junjun swallowed his saliva, his heart panicked, and his gums were sore.

Could such a high-level cultivator who has achieved great cultivation be a patient with mental problems?

"Alas. ”

With a light sigh, Wei Junjun looked around.

Many armor divisions have already summoned battle armor, which fits their own bodies and is vigilant.

Butler Wei Zhongzhong took a step forward, his expression implicitly concerned: "Master Jun, are you okay?

They are almost certain that Wei Junjun's actions and behaviors should not be fake.

After all, Wei Junjun's vital body reactions were all in the detection of their battle armor, and they were all visible.

However, what means did that white-clothed young man, a mysterious existence, use to avoid the perception of many armor divisions and have a direct dialogue with Wei Junjun?

They would love to know.

Wei Junjun looked at Wei Zhongzhong, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "A promise value galaxy? hehe, a promise, comparable to a galaxy." ”

What do you mean?

Comparable to galaxies?

And what is a promise?

Everyone was a little dazed and stared blankly.

Wei Junjun sighed softly, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart, all in all, it was extremely complicated.

rescued a cultivator, but he never imagined that the other party was a psychopath.

"Alas. ”

Wei Junjun sighed again, his mood a little depressed.

Wei Zhongzhong looked at Wei Junjun, his eyes flickered, and he came to the same guess, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Between the exhales, the relaxed demeanor is slightly revealed.

——

The southern tip of the Mangshen Galaxy.

Fang Cheng took one step at a time, standing in the starry sky and perceiving all directions.

Still nothing.

"Whew. ”

Fang Cheng exhaled, pinched his palm, and smiled.

If it weren't for Wei Junjun's help, I'm afraid his epiphany would have been interrupted a long time ago, not only the Destruction Knife could not be created.

It is even possible that because of the failure of the epiphany, the Singularity Domain can be disordered and become seriously injured.

Therefore, gratitude must be expressed.

Fang Cheng's thought moved.

Wei Junjun, whose perception was shrouded half a light year away: "The promise of the Realm Lord is comparable to a galaxy in the median universe, not too much. ”