The white-clothed swordsman lying on the bed, the part below the calf, has disappeared completely. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing this scene, Wu Ming's eyes flickered slightly, it was not that he was moved by compassion, but that he wanted to know who could cut off the legs of this white-clothed swordsman.

"Did the little old man do it? No, the little old man is of zombie blood, and he can't attack you in the next way. Immorton? It's not right, Immorton doesn't use weapons, he can't do this cleanly! Could it be Catwoman? There's no reason, Catwoman's strength is dead when she meets you, and the possibility of being attacked by her is too low! ”

Wu Ming sat on the bed, like a post-mortem worker, talking to himself while watching.

After a while, Wu Ming accidentally discovered that the legs of the white-clothed swordsman were not only very long, but also had a kind of visual impact like white jade, and there was an urge to play.

What is the situation, Wu Ming was a little distracted, and couldn't help but look at the white-clothed swordsman.

The next moment, as if he sensed that Wu Ming's gaze was wrong.

The white-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, raised his hand and used the blanket on his body to cover his legs again, and said in a cold voice: "The person who shot at me was definitely beyond your expectations. If you knew him, hehe, it wouldn't be so easy! ”

"Unexpectedly, what does that mean?"

Wu Ming was attracted by this topic, and hesitated to speak: "Could it be that Hanubis, the god of death, personally attacked you?" ”

In Wu Ming's thoughts, whoever made a move was expected, and only the gods were unexpected.

But thinking about it on the other hand, if it was really Hanubis himself, the white-clothed swordsman would have a hundred lives, and it would be impossible for him to come back alive.

"What do you think, Hanubis is a god, how can he attack me!"

The white-clothed sword smiled politely, and said angrily: "The person who shot at me is the Dragon Emperor, the little old man's task is not only to resurrect Immorton, but he also resurrected the Dragon Emperor!" ”

"Dragon Emperor!"

Hearing this name, Wu Ming instantly thought of the Legend of Gods and Ghosts 3, that is, the tomb of the Dragon Emperor of the Mummy.

The third part of this mummy series has a lot of spitting factors, which can be said to be blind.

But no matter what, the power of the Dragon Emperor is real, and O'Connor also said in the movie that the Dragon Emperor's power is stronger than Immorton.

If the little old man's team really resurrected the Dragon Emperor and gained the trust of the other party.

Not to mention, a combination of the little old man + Immorton + Dragon Emperor + Catwoman + Paladin really has the strength to beat the other party when facing the white-clothed squad.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming's heart was full of emotion, he didn't expect the little old man to come this far.

After all, in the beginning, the hometown squad was completely the beaten side. If it weren't for Wu Ming's help, the hometown team would inevitably be wiped out in Hamnata, and there would be no follow-up.

Of course, if he hadn't helped the little old man at that time, and the white-clothed team destroyed the hometown team, he probably wouldn't have let himself go. What's more, there are too many external factors in the strength of the hometown team, which is a problem that no one on both sides at that time thought of.

At the beginning, it was the white-clothed squad that was powerful, and it had the power to completely destroy the hometown squad.

Later, the hometown team passed the mission and joined Immorton and the Dragon Emperor one after another, which turned defeat into victory.

It's like playing a game of pushing towers, where one side is a combination of early heroes, and the opening is invincible.

On the other hand, it is a combination of heroes in the later stage, which is getting stronger and stronger in the back, but has the strength to turn defeat into victory.

"Seeing me like this, you should have thought about your own fate. The Bible of the Dead and the Golden Book of the Sun, each of which is sold in the Penguin Mall, costs 5,000 points, plus an A-level evaluation. You yourself say, after my team is destroyed, will the little old man miss you more and more, or miss the two books in your hand? The white-clothed swordsman had a sneer on his face, which happened to be on Wu Ming's heart.

After Wu Ming resurrected Immorton, the reason why he chose to leave was to avoid long nights and dreams.

At this moment, the hometown team has completely defeated the white-clothed team, and with the greed and reality of the little old man, it would be a ghost if he would let these two books go.

Wu Ming is not a three-year-old child, he will not have the idea that he has helped the other party, and the other party will not harm him.

Because people who have this idea, in the story script, usually don't survive more than three chapters and have to leave, and they don't even know how they died.

"Let's cooperate, but what happened before, we should all join forces now." The white-clothed swordsman spoke slowly, not at all estranged by Wu Ming, who had helped his hometown team before, and even killed his own team members.

Eli divides, Eli unites, and Eli exchanges.

I have to say that the white-clothed swordsman is a qualified contractor, and he only has the division of interests in his heart, and there is no difference in hatred.

A month ago, the two sides were enemies fighting to the death, but a month later, they are sitting here, discussing how to cooperate.

It's not that the world is too crazy, but everyone has a black heart and a pair of snobbery.

"We're just united, I'm afraid the strength is not enough, right?"

"It's not enough, but do you have a better way not to be hunted down by the other party?"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, the other party swept with his strength, and any method would look pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

But it can't be caught, Wu Ming still wants the reward of this mission, and the two books can't be handed over.

I can't beat it, and I don't want to be caught, this matter is a little difficult to do.

Wu Ming pondered for a moment and spoke: "Your injuries, when will you recover, and what is the strength of the Dragon Emperor?" ”

"This injury is irreversible in this world, and I can play 80% at most. As for the Dragon Emperor's power, I can only say that it is very strong, and I am not his opponent! "The injury of the white-clothed swordsman is undoubtedly worse, making the already small chance of victory even more insignificant.

Wu Ming even had some doubts that the white-clothed swordsman was telling the truth.

After all, after a swordsman loses his legs, his strength will definitely be greatly reduced, and whether the other party can still wield eighty percent of his strength, Wu Ming remains skeptical.

"Don't doubt it, I have my own way!"

As if seeing Wu Ming's questioning, the blanket covered by the white-clothed swordsman quickly rose into the air under the gaze of the three of them.

In the next second, the white-clothed swordsman slapped the bed board with his right hand, and the whole person rose into the air and landed on the flying carpet, and a sword appeared in his hand.

With a sword in hand, the white-clothed swordsman seemed to have changed people, and he was no longer a sick person lying on the bed.

Wu Ming looked at the other party with interest, seeing that the white-clothed swordsman had no legs, but controlled the flying carpet and moved left and right in the air.

It's a pity, for some reason, looking at the white-clothed swordsman who is disabled, Wu Ming can hardly admire it in his heart, but has an inexplicable sense of joy.

"What are you thinking, I see you laughing?"

"Am I smiling?"

Wu Ming shook his head resolutely, looked at the appearance of the white-clothed swordsman at this time, and said in a low voice: "I didn't laugh, I just found that your appearance is still missing an Aladdin magic lamp!" ”

"Poof..."

Wu Ming didn't laugh, but O'Connor on the side couldn't hold back any longer.

Hearing O'Connor's laughter, the white-clothed swordsman sat on the flying carpet, but under his pale face, there was a look of perseverance that could not be concealed: "The flying carpet is my legs, which will lead me to defeat the enemy, you don't have to doubt my combat effectiveness." ”

The white-clothed swordsman, his tone was as firm as iron, and with the broken wound, the blood stains that had been soaked in gauze formed a moving picture.

Seeing this scene, neither O'Connor nor Wu Ming had a smile on their faces.

Even, O'Connor swears he has never seen someone in his life with such a strong fighting spirit.

"Your firm belief makes it impossible for me to question your strength, we can cooperate!" After a moment of silence, Wu Ming slowly spoke, no longer treating the white-clothed swordsman as a crippled burden.

"Count me in, you are a strong warrior, and your fighting spirit infects me!" O'Connor spoke as well, speaking in an admiring tone.

Hearing the two of them, the white-clothed swordsman smiled and opened his mouth to say something.

In the next second, before he could say anything, the white-clothed swordsman staggered and tilted his head and fell off the flying carpet.