To say that the warlock's current state - emmmm, it is not easy to express, because just now this thing came to the money meat while it was hot.

To be precise, it was snatched from the paws of the rolling adult bear.

Seeing that he was about to stuff the whole piece of money meat into his mouth and chew it, Lin Chou was really startled, and shouted on the spot.

Fortunately, the warlock quickly snatched a phantom shift, and by the way, he took the opportunity to bite twice.

MMP, Rolling is just such a bloodline ability, if it converts the gravity field into a strength value, even if it is exchanged for eight million points, it will not be possible, Mingguang These guys who are counting on Rolling as an air defense system will cry blind on the spot.

What? Warlock stealing it? Oh!

God knows which or skills Uncle Warlock has been sealed with, and Lin Chou didn't even have time to look at the Warlock before he "boomed" and disappeared.

However, looking at the appearance of a nearly ten-meter-tall silver flame beauty dancing pole dancing on the melon seeds of this round head, it should be an explosion of attributes, right?

Lin Chou pinched the peeling gray mist produced by the phantom transformation, and there was no touch.

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"It's worthy of being pinched out according to Sister Qingyu's mold... It's so much better than the green fire of evil energy..."

Potted plants muttered with a crying voice,

"Even the phantom limb chest is so spicy! It's swollen..."

Uncle Warlock was furious, very angry.

Low-level evolutionaries are usually seen as provocations when they exert their momentum in front of high-level evolutionaries, and Lord Rolling still has a sense of territory - while my warlock is weak and recovering from blood, what big cats and kittens dare to come to your Warlock Uncle's territory to jump up and down and scatter wild?

Insulting this warlock with such crude and lowly moves one after another, and using bullshit mental storms?!

- So Uncle Warlock rolled up his sleeves, put down his hood, and put it on.

To use a more technical adjective to describe the warlock's current state:

The muscles are rugged and the posture is heroic.

The ape carries the waist of a male dog and can run a horse on his arm.

- Of course, the above is the visual effects of the spirit simulation.

There were literally two ponies running around on his arms.

The two curved and hideous giant horns burned with the fire of evil energy, and the silver flame beauty was fluttering in the flames, every movement was full of exotic style, and even the subtle expressions on the face were full of charm, and the eyes were even more flashing, like living creatures, as if the enhancement of spiritual power had some unexpected effect on the silver flame beauty.

The warlocks beneath the Silver Flame Beauty are not so harmonious:

This is a strange misty muscular man, and the deltoid muscle in the back can be seen directly from the outside of the striped pectoralis major muscle of the gray protrusion, which lacks even a single bone.

The fire in his scarlet eyes was scorching, and with a wave of his hand, he directly extinguished Liu Renjun's spiritual storm.

The outbreak of this indiscriminate and widespread spiritual storm was as conspicuous and disgusting to a spiritual power master like a filthy beast that had pulled under his eyelids—or twice in a row.

There is nothing worse than this behavior, no!

Tigers don't send cats, are you critically ill when Uncle Ben?

The warlock's rough voice was still the feeling of love for 10,000 old eagles in heat, and he said,

"Hey!"

Liu Renjun, who was in a state of rage, could still hear a faint "hey" of less than twenty decibels, similar to the noise of electricity.

"Boom!"

The sinister flames on the warlock's two giant horns turned directly into the chimney of the steelmaking furnace.

An old evolutionary grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and swallowed them.

"Well, he's already succeeded in provoking the Warlock."

The evolutionaries on the walls were shocked,

"Hey, this is the rhythm of the anal wave."

"Tsk, I was still thinking about it just now, I'm afraid that no one can cure that person's spiritual talent... Why did you forget about the Warlock... Anyway, it's been a long time since I've seen a warlock and someone go head-to-head. ”

"I'll go, I'll go, why is Uncle Warlock here? This, this, this... How dare he ignore the Warlock Uncle?! ”

"It's dead."

Well, the so-called heads-up... Everybody gets the idea...

Among the Mingguang Evolutionaries, there are many people with muscle bumps in their brains, and of course, there are also brain cells like Shan Ye, which are directly in the shape of an axe.

Just such a group of people get together, no need to confirm that the blood bar is as natural as eating and drinking, what kind of competition is not too much of a life-and-death mess, not only the evolutionary is accustomed to it, but ordinary people will not be surprised to see it on the street, find a small bench and watch them get a fight is serious.

The top can't take care of this, well, and don't bother to care.

If you don't get rid of people's lives, you love to toss and toss, and you don't know where the progress comes from.

The old man who swallowed melon seeds said,

"What's been a long time, just last year there were eight guys challenging the Warlock!"

"Huh? How have I never heard of it! ”

The old man of melon seeds said disdainfully,

"Hey, that's your loneliness."

"Uh... Are they all convinced? ”

The old man smiled,

"They've all been killed!"

“...”

The crowd around him gasped.

The old man added,

"Oh, I'm mistaken, it was seven of them killed - the last one choked on the meat bun on the way to the field."

Mahler is a big watermelon, no wonder there is not a trace of wind coming out!

"What's going on??"

The old man with melon seeds clicked his mouth and felt the saltiness of melon seeds,

"Anyway, it doesn't matter, Uncle Warlock's unpaid taxes and fines have so far ranked first in the entire base city, including those big families - a total of 1,898,673,454 circulation points."

“...”

Lao Tzu is wrong, even breathing is Lao Tzu's fault!

In fact, most of the people of Mingguang do not report any malice to the "black households" who do not enter the city, the nomads in the wilderness, and various tribes and tribes (although the knives and axes are still cut when there is a conflict), but basically there is no prejudice.

Mingguang is very receptive to foreign black households, and the process of opening a Mingguang account or something is basically over in more than an hour, and even when Mingguang has just established a relatively small population, he has taken some unacceptable means.

Can you imagine:

A group of Mingguang evolutionaries squatted in a small dark room with their arms and net sleeves and shouted slogans such as "hard work, struggle, population, future, having more children and planting fewer trees", and then formed a group to engage in pyramid schemes in the wilderness... Uh, no, they ganged up to the wilderness to talk about those "black households", and when the reason didn't make sense, they immediately knocked each other out and carried them back to brainwash themselves with a body of tendon meat and origin armor.

This leads to the extremely complex composition of Mingguang, and this is how the family of the more famous "Pyrasso", whose name is so long that it makes people tremble, who were beaten up on the furnace mountain, came to Mingguang.

Having said all this, there is actually only one meaning I want to express:

The world is so big and there are so few people alive, wouldn't it be better for everyone to love each other as a family?

The world has become like this, and the entire human race may be cool at any time, and you still want to do this?!

If possible, Mingguang would be willing to accept anyone to live in the city, welcoming them with both hands and feet - but at least not in such a way.

It's okay to eat on the table, but if you have to lift the table so that everyone doesn't have to eat, it's a bit fucking inauthentic!

And then another meaning was shouted,

"Warlock, hammer him!"

"Tender and dead~"

"Anal him!!"

I heard that there are successive arts and specializations, and we can't control the professional category of your spiritual field, we are the salted fish responsible for shouting 666.

But no one wants to go up and fight with Liu Renjun while holding the nosebleed with one hand, it's not shameful enough.

Face is indeed a good thing, who doesn't want it?

Especially Lord Warlock, a big unlucky guy who has been unpopular with Tianzi No. 1 since Mingguang has been established for more than two hundred years, when did so many people cheer for him and cheer him on?

When most people saw him, half of them were eager to give birth to six more legs and then they could run sideways, and the remaining half were broken feet and necks, epilepsy, anemia and shock... Anyway, you can't run.

Warlock Lord is called a happy and that is excited, good guy, just say that my Warlock Lord is running when the sun is shining, okay, good, since there is Sanhuang... emmmm, and Lin Chou, the dark cloud hanging over the head of my warlock lord was completely dispelled by the bright fire of evil energy!

The warlock was full of energy, and with the horse on his arm, he danced a storm of blades for everyone, and threw the two ponies who were about to lose their shape to the ground.

An arch of hands,

"Hehe, concede, concede!"

Won a round of applause.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Liu Renjun really wanted to scold, "Who are you stepping on, snakeskin, neurotic!" "Something like that, what the hell is this casual popping up, it's just inexplicable, a clown jumping off the beam?

Given that there is a flame on top of this head, it is not easy to mess with at first glance, and waving her hand to dispel her spiritual storm is actually more difficult to mess with than it seems, Liu Renjun sneered and thought it was very interesting,

"Who are you, report your name! A certain Liu Renjun has never met a person who is gifted with spiritual power, and he will not kill a nameless ghost! ”

"Warlock."

Liu Renjun sighed,

"You... Huh?? ”

His expression stiffened, and his voice changed tone like a roof duck being choked by the neck.

The Warlock is truly famous, terrifying!

Liu Renjun almost suppressed the surging spiritual storm in his brain with a green face, and said with a dry smile,

"For a long time... I have admired the daimyo for a long time, you... You... You just called me, it was... Know? ”

There was a boo.

This person, I'm afraid, doesn't even want a face.

But... As soon as everyone thought of the guy who was choked to death on the road by the meat sandwich bun that the old man said, they couldn't help but look at Liu Renjun's eyes and couldn't help but bring a little bit of sameness.

The Warlock smiled slightly, his expression was honest, and the silver flame beauty above his head was as charming as silk,

"Psychro, huh? Well?! ”

"Oh~"

The silver-flame beauty above the warlock's head suddenly let out a cry like a cry, but everyone who heard it subconsciously clamped their legs, and their faces flushed.

Liu Renjun was different, he only felt a great majesty directly crushing towards his sea of spiritual power, as fast as thunder.

The competition of spiritual power is a hundred times more dangerous than the fist to the flesh fight, and the victory or defeat is only a matter of life and death.

However, the spiritual impact from the warlock was even thousands of times more terrifying than the spiritual storm generated by his spiritual power that had been raised several times for some reason, and before it was approaching, it had already made him have an irresistible thought.

"Oh, it turns out that anyone can really reach this level?"

Liu Renjun completely gave up resistance, or he was not afraid of being tortured out of his head.

"Hum~"

Liu Renjun only felt a tingling in his brain, and the pleasure was surging like a tide, and he lost his mind in an instant.

But what others saw was this:

Listening to the coquettish cry of the silver-flame beauty above the warlock's head, Liu Renjun's eyes instantly turned confused, and the facial expression of the whole person became... After a period of inexplicable violent trembling, the whole person's face was actually covered with a kind of "sacred" brilliance - just like a sage who stands on the moral high ground.

“...”

"Huh?"

"It's... What's going on..."

Yes, that's right.

If Old Man Zhou Zhou was here, he would have recognized at a glance the name of his humble apprentice with awe—"Death Climax".

Not fatal, not hurtful, but...

Liu Renjun woke up from his confusion, and some strange cold, slippery sensation prompted him to glance down at his legs.

"Poof~"

"Ahh~"

"Is there any... Is there any... Poof~"

Well, retracting the above remarks, in a way, this is indeed fatal critical damage.

"Don't do it!!"

Just when everyone was in a daze, an earth-shattering roar woke everyone up.

Lin Chou hung on the flaming shovel, whistling from the west of Mingguang, and when he flew to the gate of the second wall, he let go of his hands and smashed into the floor tiles beside the warlock with a bang.

Crawling out of the big pit and patting the ashes on his body, Chaoliu Renjun looked around a few times before exhaling, looking up and down at the warlock,

"Are you alright? Did you feel something was wrong? ”

Warlock:???

"Whew... You both ate Ben Shuai's dishes, and I was worried... Forget it, it looks like it's completely fine now. ”

Lin Chou did a lot of useless work with good intentions, and it seems that sometimes some of the worries about the dog slot system are completely superfluous.

"Gone, gone."

said an extremely handsome wave of his hand, and made a gesture of grabbing God's eggs,

"Shovel!"

Thirty seconds passed, and there was no movement.

“...”

Lin Chou muttered embarrassedly,

"Mad is running away carelessly, it may have to fly for a while..."

"Whoosh!"

Then he tightly tied himself with the big iron chain on the convenience shovel, and threw the shovel out, the iron chain clicked, and as the convenience shovel flew away and instantly straightened, Lin Chou also flew out with a "whoosh".

The evolutionaries were dumbfounded,

"I... Go..."

"It's bright..."

"Simply so!"

Someone shouted,

"Hey, Boss Lin is playing with swordsmanship, Li Shizhen's skin."

And he did.

With the sound of the shovel breaking through the air, Lin Chou's suddenly arrogant voice shook the ground,

"Heaven doesn't give birth to someone in my forest, and the shovel road is like a long night!"