Who threw it?!

Do you need to ask? It must be that bald head! Among this group of soul hostages, he was the only one who carried the weapon that was like a pig-killing knife. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But unexpectedly, these souls were very rational and collectively silent. Even if the bald head was standing behind them, they didn't dare to squeak.

Don't look at the hunting team of more than 20 people from several different soul organizations, but this bald head who threw weapons is also the captain on their surface, first of all, the bald man's strength has reached the master of the third essence, and he is also the boss level figure of the entire hunting team; Secondly, the background unit of this bald head is a bit intimidating......

To sum up, as long as you are not blind and idiots, you know that this bald head is offered out at this time, so don't mix it up in the future, just lie here with the materials and make sure it's right!

"If you dare to do it, then stand up and admit it." Chen Zhe said expressionlessly, coupled with the scene where he tortured and killed the arrester just now, it made this group of souls feel that this mysterious man was quite a master.

"It was thrown by Lao Tzu! How dare you take Lao Tzu? ”

A sturdy bald head walked out of the striding crowd, slapped his hand on his chest, and said to Chen Zhe collectively and defiantly: "Don't think that killing a rookie arrester is a shame, Lao Tzu's bald head Jeff is the leader of the Gate of Truth, how dare a mere Avalon soul treat me?" ”

Jeff has been with the Truth Gate's Leader Department for almost two hundred years, and during that time he has been involved in hunting many false gods and captors.

Most of the teammates who joined the Gate of Truth during the same period have become the excrement of the arresters, and he is the only one alive for now.

However, it was the first time he had seen a soul who could torture his captors so easily, and he wondered if he could do it at this level......

Maybe the strength of this guy in front of him has reached the realm of the fourth primordial essence!

Even if his strength is lower than his human momentum, he can't lose, he is the soul of the Gate of Truth!

After saying these words, the bald Jeff tried to puff up his chest to look at Chen Zhe, resolutely not letting other souls see that he had half a bit of cowardice, such as ...... Now his legs and stomach are shaking!

"Oh, the door of truth...... It's okay, I'll just ask......"

Chen Zhe casually glanced at the bald Jeff, scratched his belly and replied shriveledly, then turned around and walked to the fainting painter and dragged him up from the ground with one hand.

That's it?!! Isn't there a pretend war?

Hey, that dark-haired one, you're also a master at torturing and killing your captors, how can you admit it when you hear the name of the Gate of Truth? Where did that fierce momentum go just now?

Ignoring the stunned face of the soul on the side, he used the clothes on the painter's body to wipe his stinking excrement-stained face, Chen Zhe secretly thought: "Eh, the door of truth?!" It's a familiar name, as if you've heard it somewhere, why does it feel so familiar? ”

The bald Jeff, who was originally doing a good job of heroism, was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was relieved, and he muttered: "Scare Lao Tzu, I just said that I thought you dared to do it, but it turned out that it was just thunder and rain!" ”

Probably seeing Chen Zhe's intimidation, he has now lost the momentum of a peerless master, Jeff coughed lightly, and said seriously: "This friend, please leave this place immediately, now we will take over this place!" ”

"Can you wait for my friend to come to his senses?"

Jeff was observing Chen Zhe's facial expression as he spoke, and when this person heard his words, a trace of inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, but Jeff took it as unwillingness but helpless.

Therefore, he was more and more sure of one thing, this person who seemed to be super strong did not dare to do anything to him!

Hmph, with the protection of the Gate of Truth, who in the entire soul world doesn't give a little face?

At first, Jeff really wanted to kill all these people who appeared here, but Chen Zhe's combat effectiveness made him have to re-examine the gap between the enemy and us.

After a short period of thought, Jeff still felt that he should give up his previous idea, and it was not his original idea to break the net!

That's why he pointed to the mass grave at his feet, and ordered Lahuana and Chen Zhe in a commanding tone: "No, please take your people and leave immediately!" ”

"You...... This is Avalon's territory, and your Gate of Truth is too domineering! ”

Lahuana's original idea was to prepare to flee for her life, but when she heard the bald man's unashamed speech, she was also furious.

Feelings: This bald man really regards this as the jurisdiction of the Gate of Truth?

Jeff turned a blind eye to the angry Lahuana, and the helpless but helpless appearance of the weak man gave him a little comfort in his inferiority complex.

Therefore, this thing clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said with a sneer: "I didn't say that this is not Avalon's territory, but this time it is a joint investigation team composed of the Soul Realm, and I haven't received any news that you Avalon personnel have joined it, so please take these people out of here quickly, otherwise...... Hey...... Uh......"

Before Jeff could finish his threatening words, Chen Zhe appeared in front of him and flicked his index finger on his forehead, and the bald man simply fainted and flew out.

On the way to fly upside down, Jeff hit seven or eight nameless tombstones before Shi Shiran landed in a grave that had only been dug for a short time

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"I was going to leave this place immediately, I don't need you to threaten or intimidate me......"

Chen Zhe gestured a gorgeous middle finger to the position where the bald Jeff landed, and under the intertwined gaze of the joint investigation team's soul admiration, worship, horror, and fear, he lifted the back collar of the painter and prepared to float away.

Seeing Chen Zhe leave with the painter, Lahuana hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Kabbalah, can you take Duke Lorenzo with you?" ”

Supporting a big man with a foul smell all over his body is not what a lady should do...... But you can't leave this person here, after all, Lorenzo is the agent of their ninth house in the human world, and there is no more than a puppet like this obedient and undouble-minded.

That's why Lajuana asked Chen Zhe to bring Lorenzo with him, anyway, the painter and his body smell the same, and one more must have nothing to do with Kabbalah.

Looking at Lorenzo, who was lying on the ground and fainted by a skull, Chen Zhe sighed, for the sake of the broth I have to drink today, I will reluctantly take you away.

……

Many souls looked at the position where Jeff fell to the ground with pity, alas, the speed of this slap in the face is too fast! Captain Jeff was beaten up before he could put down his cruel words?

"Ouch, ouch! My waist is broken, and my ...... is broken" I don't know if it was after sensing the deep pity of everyone, Jeff suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed.

The high-pitched voice resembled that of a male cat seeking a mate in the middle of the night.

However, at this time, no one helped Jeff up, after all, the main owner is still here and has not left, and besides, the people of the joint investigation team have already had enough of Jeff's bird's anger these days, and they are already lucky not to throw stones into the grave, how can they help him up!

Well, if you want to help, you have to wait until the uncle is gone.

Moaning for a long time, Jeff was lying in the grave and wondered why no one had come to help him up, could it be that they had all been killed by the black head?

The brain made up for the tragic situation of those souls being tortured and killed, and Jeff felt a chill down his spine and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit.

While closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, Jeff fumbled for the ring device on his wrist and pressed it a few times.

"I hope reinforcements come soon, I'm only 227 years old, and I don't want to die yet...... And that black-haired kid, there's a kind of don't go, wait for me to call someone over! ”