"Sir?!"

Zheng Qing looked at Mr. Wu with slightly shocked and inquiring eyes, as if hoping that he would say something to himself.

It is clear that the time of the whole world seems to have been frozen in a certain moment. This can be easily deduced from the current reactions of Xin Fatzi and Su Shijun and others.

And Zheng Qing was very curious about why he could still move, why Mr. Wu appeared here, who belonged to the six-fingered big hand in the black hole, who was Fei Rui, whether the yellow civet was a wizard, and so on.

It's just that Mr. Wu didn't seem to have an idea to explain to the young wizard.

"Why this, why this!" The gentleman shook his head, his gaze paused for a moment between the shattered space around him, especially the traces left after Su Shijun consumed the origin, and finally looked at the six fingers again: "...... They're still kids, so why do they want to do this?"

After hearing Mr. Wu's words, the voice coming from the black hole suddenly rose a few points: "Ha! Have a (beep) child?"

Zheng Qing glanced at Mr. with some toothache.

There is no doubt that there is some very crucial information in the sentence just now that Six Fingers has been 'silenced'. And the only one who can do this, and has the willingness to do this, is Mr. Wu.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Boy, are you curious about what I just said, and if you take two steps forward and walk next to me, I can tell you any answer you want to know. The index finger of the six fingers made a hook gesture, and the tone was full of temptation.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu didn't seem to hear the tempting words of the six fingers at all, and still looked calmly ahead.

Zheng Qing looked at the black hole in disbelief, subconsciously took a step back, hid behind Mr., and muttered at the same time: "This guy is sick (;一_一)!"

"Don't you want to know why you are not disturbed by the forces of time? Don't you want to know what I am here for? Six Fingers suddenly raised his voice: "Take a step forward, these problems will not bother you! Even wealth! Even power! Even beauty! Even the future! What you want, we can provide you!"

Listening to these demagogic words and passionate tone, Zheng Qing not only did not feel the temptation, but became more and more vigilant.

This style, I'm afraid it's not the legendary 'pyramid scheme'?

However, although the style is old-fashioned, Zheng Qing still cares a little about some of the words mentioned by Six Fingers.

"You guys?" When the young public-funded student asked rhetorically, he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Wu. It's just that Mr. Wu seems to have made up his mind and acquiesced to the interaction between Zheng Qing and Six Fingers.

"Who are you? Is that bull head your guy today, and why are you doing this outside of school?" Zheng Qing originally only planned to ask one question, but as soon as the words came out, the follow-up questions couldn't be contained: "Who are you targeting? Is it me? Why? Is Fei Rui also in the same group as you?"

These questions, he was asking both Six Fingers and Mr. Wu.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Lots of questions, boy. The six-fingered monster smiled, and did not clearly answer Zheng Qing's series of questions: "If you join us, these questions are naturally not a problem...... Of course, as a sign of sincerity, I can tell you that we are the Dark Council. And the purpose of our coming today is to make the Dark Council appear in the wizarding world in a proper way......"

The Dark Council doesn't sound like the name of a formal society...... And doesn't the combination of the words dark and dignified feel out of place?

In addition, if you want to be upright, what does this have to do with me and this unwarranted disaster in the winter hunt? If you want to make any founding declaration, you should choose the headquarters of the Beta Town Post as a breakthrough!

Zheng Qing's mind floated through the above thoughts, but he still forcibly resisted his desire to complain.

Because Mr. Wu finally spoke again after being silent for a long time.

"That's enough," Mr. Wu's tone became a little stern: "...... We allow you to appear because your presence can somehow heal the rifts in the world. It is because you can represent the will of a certain part of the world. But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want......"

These words not only did not relieve Zheng Qing's original doubts, but made him more and more confused - listen to what Mr. means, he also knows the Dark Council, and he is not against the appearance of the Dark Council?

"Hah! Six Fingers seemed to be stimulated by Mr. Wu's words, and his tone suddenly became much more crazy: "Allowed? wanton, who do you think you are? Why do you have to decide our existence, and why is the world you interpret as true?"

"Maybe those soft eggs in the Council under the moon are willing to follow you and eat a little scraps...... But we're not them. ”

Speaking of this, Six Fingers' tone suddenly changed and became low: "If we can also master 'beep', we can control our own destiny......

Not again!

Zheng Qing glanced at Mr. in annoyance.

Just a little bit of key information was blocked out of the truth. Zheng Qing could feel that he was only one step away from the truth. He was now looking out the window through the fog-soaked glass, and he only needed to wipe the thin layer of fog away.

Whenever he raised his arm to wipe it, the rag on his hand would always disappear...... Or the hand that originally cleaned the glass pressed uncontrollably to the wall next to it, becoming a wall wipe.

I have to say, the feeling is irritating.

"It seems that today is not the right talk. The gentleman sighed again and waved his hand, as if to drive away a fly: "There are friends from afar, please send them away!"

Before the words fell, a wave of great power swept in from all directions, and fell straight on the black hole.

Before Six Fingers could say a cruel word, he was beaten into the depths of the black hole. And the rock mountain phantom it originally summoned had been beaten into a frothy shattered shadow before.

Faintly, Zheng Qing also seemed to hear the sound of some bones shattering, as well as the short, piercing screams of a certain guy.

Recalling the previous scene where the guy flicked off Su Da Mei with one finger, Zheng Qing was frightened, and his eyes were a little hot.

This is his husband!

"Honestly go to your school...... Don't spend all day thinking about what you have and don't. The gentleman glanced at the young public scholarship student, looked around again, and shook his head: "...... That's not going to work......"

"Pocket strap?"

The gentleman tilted his head and asked instead.

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