The rest of the memory is hardly anything worth seeing. Shen Xi confirmed again that the guy who was taken away by Sophia was indeed the only Wendu person in the entire Gaia except for Zhao Jiu, and stopped peeping at his memory. And he fell into some kind of special melancholy.

The picture in Zhao Jiu's memory was clear, and Shen Xi saw the faces of his biological parents for the first time. Although it was the first time I saw it in my memory, the moment those two faces appeared, Shen Xi knew that these two people were inseparable from him, and blood was thicker than water was vividly explained at this moment.

Shen Xi rubbed his eyes and asked Ruan An to arrange the follow-up matters. He had more important things to do now, and although his grandmother must have had a lot to say to him, he really couldn't just hold the old lady and talk to him now. The Wendu people on the planet Gaia were wiped out by him, and those traversers had no greatest natural enemies. Moreover, a total of three barbarian god bones that were assigned to Gaia were all consumed, and if there was a very tricky object, it would be up to Zhao Jiu and his men, for fear that it would not be enough to put their lives into it.

On the other hand, whether it is to master your own miracles, or to go to Abitos to ask for details of contracts and pebbles, or even to settle the situation of his biological parents, these are important and urgent things. But if Gaia's affairs were not resolved, Shen Xi would not dare to leave here at all.

"It's a time when there's a shortage of manpower. Shen Xi sighed, "Where did Dynasty Mahan go?"

Dynasty Mahan was locked in an iron cage, his hands and feet locked up by metal that shone with an eerie multicolored sheen. Even with the demigod-level strength of the two of them, they still couldn't shake the iron cage in the slightest. On the contrary, as the luster on the iron chain shone, the strength of the two became weaker and weaker, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"It's been two days. Outside the cage, there stood a strange man in a purple suit. His face was covered in white foundation, and a bloody mouth was drawn on his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were strangely pulled to the sides, almost across half of his face. The golden curls with some green curls hang messily on his head, but the eye sockets are painted with a layer of black, and he looks exactly like the super criminal clown in the comics.

"It's been two days. The clown nervously repeated this sentence. Then he suddenly rushed forward and kicked the iron cage twice, "They can hold on to this chain for two days!"

"I've said it a long time ago, Joseph. You have to be patient. A tall man in a green robe beside him reassured, "These two people are not ordinary creatures that we usually use for experiments. Their vitality is much stronger than those wild species outside. ”

The clown, known as Joseph, slowly retreated from the bar, turned to look at the tall green-robed man in front of him, and suddenly asked, "So, what about the price, Gul'dan?"

The green robe was stunned for a moment, and then anger quickly crawled all over his face, "Joseph, I said it! Don't joke with me!"

"Oh, why is it so serious?Gu~Er~Dan~!" Joseph the Clown lengthened his voice, as if deliberately emphasizing the mockery in his tone. With a cruel smile on his face, Joseph the Clown was mercilessly mocking his partner, "You green-skinned scumbag, a low-class breed with the smell of beasts, don't even want to make a joke?"

The green-robed man known as Gul'dan was furious, and his arms, which were as hard as rocks, were about to wave up and teach the creature in front of him a profound lesson with a disgusting smile. But at the moment of his movement, he was surprised to find that his arm was suddenly covered by a clown with the same metal shackles as those on the dynasty Mahan.

"You!" the green robe was about to shout in horror, but suddenly paused. The massive body quickly dried up like a balloon that had been deflated with air. In just a few seconds, the whole person turned into a dry corpse, lying on the ground without breathing.

Joseph the Clown laughed and danced a strange dance beside the green robe who had become a dried corpse. In the middle of the dance, he even pulled up the corpse lying on the ground, used the dried corpse as a dance partner, and danced a twisted waltz.

The corpse's joints were particularly fragile under the shackles, and when the waltz was over, all that remained in the clown's hand was a shriveled left hand and a small patch of mottled ribs.

"This stuff works. The clown looked affectionately at the ribs in his hand, and even held it to his face and rubbed it, and then shouted, "This little thing works!"

He shook off the rib and rushed to the side of the cage like a beast once more, shouting at the dynasty and Mahan sitting in the center of the cage, "What are you, Titans, demons, elemental creatures disguised as humans?" "Tell me, answer me!Who told you to spy on me?!"

Wang Dynasty glanced weakly at Joseph, the clown who was howling wildly outside the cage, and spat at him. But because he was too weak, the saliva ran down the corners of his mouth.

Several young men dressed in black walked in from outside the room, and as they descended the stairs, it was clear that the place was a dungeon. The young men did not show any surprise at Joseph, the clown who was howling madly and even banging his head against the iron cage. They just indifferently picked up the bones scattered by the green-robed man on the ground. And by the way, he pulled a few throwing knives off the wooden targets by the wall. Respectfully placed at the clown's feet.

Suddenly, Joseph the Clown stopped his impact, and he looked down at his watch with his fleshy head on top of it. "Oh shit, it's this time?"

With this headless and tailless self-talk, the injuries on Joseph the Clown began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rapid tissue regeneration sent a puff of white smoke from his wounds. The heat was so large that the hair around his wound even burned.

"Another beautiful perm. Joseph the Clown didn't care to extinguish the flames above his head with his hands, wiped the ashes from his hands on his beautiful purple suit, and then turned and left the dungeon. "Since you won't tell me what you mean, then I'll have to contact the other forces. ”

I don't know what to do in the villa where the clown and the others were, and the water was so deep that not a drop of water was poured into the house. But after pushing the door open, the water outside was still up to his knees. The clown sighed and waded through the yellow muddy water.

"Oh, you're here. He walked around a few streets, crawled through countless flooded and unmanned first-floor frontage rooms, and kicked open many iron doors that had been washed away by the current. Finally, they got into a bomb shelter built on the back hill. Looking at the mob in front of him who were smoking cigarettes, wiping guns, and fiddling with daggers and axes, the clown let out a very kind laugh. "It's really hard for me to find it. ”

There was a sudden silence in the noisy bomb shelter, and the thugs obviously did not expect such an uninvited guest to come in, and for a moment they did not know whether to blow people away or simply do him.

"Who are you?" a man in a gray suit frowned at the round table in the cave and asked, "What is the purpose of your visit?"

"I, as you can see, I'm a clown. Joseph made a somewhat clumsy appearance pose that clowns usually use, then groped around with his body, took out a pencil, carefully rushed the tip of the pen up and stood on the table, and said softly, "My purpose, is it okay to make a magic trick for you? In an instant, I can suddenly turn this pencil into nothing." ”

A strong man who was more than two meters tall and weighed probably three or four hundred pounds walked over impatiently, stretched out his hand to push Joseph, and cursed with a clean mouth. And just as his hand was about to touch Joseph, the clown disappeared in front of his eyes like a purple lightning bolt. Then a huge force struck him from the side of his body, and he fell as if he had been hit by a speeding car, and the shaved head of Mohican smashed right into the pencil that had been standing on the table before. The whole pencil was like a hot iron rod stuck in butter, and without the slightest effort, the whole pencil was poured into it. The strong man immediately fell to the ground, his limbs contracted to the position of his chest, and then died silently.

"Da Da!" the clown happily stretched out his hands and showed his "magic" to the crowd in front of him, the bright red marks on his mouth were diluted a little by a drop of water remaining in his hair, as if blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. "How's it going? I'm doing this magic trick, isn't it?!" he laughed, and even happily stood on one foot and jumped on the spot for a week. After the jump, the clown suddenly turned cold and asked the man in the gray suit behind the round table who was already speechless in surprise, "So, you are Stephen, a council member of the Traveler Alliance, right?"

Stephen opened his mouth, then repeated his question again, "Who are you?"

"Ah!" the clown howled loudly, too, with his mouth wide open, "Introduce yourself! Yes, introduce yourself! Forgive me for my rudeness, I forgot to introduce myself to you. It is an unforgivable sin to be a clown to confuse your guests. He shouted, then pulled out a shiny dagger from his waist and stabbed himself six or seven times with his backhand before everyone could react.

Each knife is accurately hit in the chest and abdomen area, and each knife is really injected. But when the clown drew his knife, he didn't have any painful expression on his face, but lowered his head a little intoxicated, looked at the wound on his body, and sighed, "Oh, I'm such a bad boy." ”

The people of the Traverser Alliance have long been frightened by this madman's actions and don't know what to do. Some of them even bent down in fright and threw up yesterday's dinner.

"I'm Joseph Carr, you can call me a clown. Or, Lord Joker. The wound healed as the clown moved, and he saluted everyone in the dugout, and then whispered, "I came to your alliance this time to seek a cooperation. A collaboration that can kill the people of Wendu at once and take the whole of Gaia into their hands. ”

One hundred and eight chapters, 300,000 words, the clown has finally appeared~~~ I'm very happy, very, very happy. Then to calm down, I took another look at the number of subscriptions. Well, I'm much calmer.

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