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"I don't have anything to say to Shawpen!" The blonde-haired and blue-eyed man swung his staff violently, and a brilliant white ball of light flew out from the tip of the staff and shot towards the slasher man.

And the slashing knife man seems to react a beat slower than others, but he is not ambiguous at all in the fight. It's obviously the last shot, but the knife comes first!

With a flash of cold sword light, a pale white moon blade broke through the air, splitting the ball of light directly, and then continued to slash at the blonde man with a volume reduced by nearly half.

"Strong wind, beckon!" A soft shout came out, and a gust of wind blew in the conference room in the blink of an eye!

The wind was super fast and powerful, and everyone only felt a pain like scratching their faces, and they couldn't help but close their eyes, and when they opened their eyes, the moon blade had already disappeared without a trace!

Everyone subconsciously looked at it, only to see a yellow paper charm in front of the sweater Taoist priest dissipating with the wind, and in his hands, he held a sword in one hand and a sheath in the other.

"Keng-" The sword was returned to the sheath, and the sweater Taoist priest had a smile on his face. "Don't be infighting. It's dangerous enough, and we should work together. ”

"How to work together? The task can only be completed by one person, how to divide 500,000? The blonde man put away his staff, his tone seemed aggressive, but his eyes were full of caution as he looked at the sword man and the sweater Taoist.

He clearly knew how powerful his light bullet was, but that slashing knife man who didn't pull a few pieces actually broke it with one sword, and he still had the strength to spare! And the sweater Taoist priest faced the sword light with a move!

Although the two moves are not the same as Japanese, the strength of the sweater Taoist can be seen.

Although he is only a small test, why don't these two people make a casual move?

It seems that the attraction of these 500,000 is far greater than I imagined, and it has attracted so many masters.

The corner of his eye drifted past the rest of the people, and the blonde and blue-eyed man's heart was bitter.

500,000, it's really not so easy to get!

"yes, sweater brother, do you have any good ideas? I'm not talking about the money, but about the current plot, and the whereabouts of Kurt. ”

A player who was thrown in a pile of people and couldn't pick it out in the next second suddenly opened his mouth.

But no one here will look down on anyone anymore.

They have woken up at this moment.

Evil forces are the top ten forbidden areas! Whoever has the courage to come here is not a fool, and who can not have a few brushes?

Even the guy who doesn't seem to be pulling a few of them may be deliberately trying to confuse others. 500,000 are here, and everyone is an enemy!

"I don't dare to say that it's a good way, but I do have a prop that can come in handy, but it's too expensive to use......," the sweater Taoist said meaningfully.

Everyone immediately scolded the bastard.

"Can you let us see it?" Xiao Transparent asked again.

"No problem!" The corners of the sweater Taoist monk's mouth curled, and he took out the props and set them to the display state.

[The author's notepad for hitting the streets:

A book written by a street writer is not very useful, but you can use it to learn about any information about the world you are in - as long as you write your inquiry in good faith.

Of course,Answer or not、The level of detail of the answer,It all depends on the mood of the book.。

There is a line of small print written on the last page of the book - even if it hits the street, it will definitely keep changing! Don't give up hope! 】

Looking at this prop, everyone's eyes flickered.

This item is powerful!

It's a lot like Voldemort's Horcrux, Tom Riddle's diary!

If you use it well, the effect is even more amazing!

But everyone also wondered - there was no mention of consumption on the props, so did it really cost a lot to use it, or was the sweater Taoist lying about it?

Everyone couldn't tell it, but the temptation of 500,000 was too great, so even if he knew that the sweater Taoist priest was taking advantage of the fire to rob, he had to compromise.

"What do you need?" The blonde man asked angrily.

"Not much!" The sweater Taoist priest smiled, "The more words you write, the greater the energy consumed, so if you have any props or potions to replenish energy, you might as well take them out and borrow them from me." ”

Inevitably, the crowd cursed him viciously.

After getting a lot of things, the sweater Taoist priest was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and then opened the notepad.

"Has the main character, Dean, been killed by a demon?" The sweater Taoist priest wrote the words, and his face was a little pale. Everyone thought he was pretending, his eyes glued to the notebook, waiting for the words to appear under the question.

"Nonsense!"

The answer was very strong, and everyone was speechless for a while, as if they saw a person with his waist pointing at everyone and scolding the idiot.

But then everyone's faces changed.

Dean has already been slain by a demon once? Doesn't this mean that angels are about to appear? Or even already there?

Someone hurriedly urged the sweater Taoist, but the sweater Taoist dragged on, and only continued to write after a full minute: "When? ”

"Four months ago!" Everyone gasped.

They are familiar with the plot, and they quickly go through it in their minds.

"it...... Now Dean is about to return from hell? And Sam is now hunting demons with demonic blood? ”

Someone blurted out.

"Where's Kurt?" Someone asked, and the sweater Taoist priest continued to write.

"When I'm a dragon? Idiot! There are thousands of people called Kurt, which one do you ask? ”

The crowd sweated.

"Where is the revolver made by Samuel Kurt in 1835?" The sweater Taoist priest wrote again.

"Guess?"

Looking at the two words of answer, everyone vomited blood.

Can you stop making trouble?

The notepad really keeps messing around.

The sweater Taoist asked in various ways, and the notebook answered in various ways, but he just didn't say the correct answer, until the sweater Taoist priest had blue tendons on his forehead and took out a pair of scissors, and the notepad finally said a word.

"Don't you seem to be sprinkling? Where is Kurt no longer Bobby, and where will he be? ”

"You're a tough thing!" The blonde man said expressionlessly, but the irony in his words was clear to everyone.

"That's when you haven't seen it really strong." The sweater Taoist raised the corners of his eyebrows, as if he thought of some terrible memory.

"One time I asked a question, and it told me to wait." The sweater priest suddenly said, "So I waited." I asked again after a while, and it told me to wait. And guess how long I waited? ”

Without waiting for everyone to answer, the sweater Taoist priest roared: "One day! I've been waiting for a day! ”

The blonde man suddenly felt that the sweater Taoist priest was pitiful, and muttered that he would not speak again.

Sure enough, if there is no contrast, there is no harm, this sentence is a proper truth!

Kurt's whereabouts are now known, but the question of bullets has stumped everyone.

Because apart from Samuel the Maker, only the demon Ruby can imitate Kurt, and of course bullets.

The crowd wanted to bypass Sam, who had fallen mad, but now it seemed that it was impossible.

Unless they don't want that half a million.