"Brother Yimiya, why did the clothes on your body rot like this?Look, your butt is exposed!" Looking at Yimiya, who gritted his teeth after the battle, Yang Ling pretended to shake his head, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you lose your face or not, but you must not catch a cold." Why don't you go back and change your clothes and come back and continue fighting?"

White and tender ass?

Under Yang Ling's kind reminder, the relieved people stared at Yimiya's ass one after another. Sure enough, at some point, Imia's pants were burned through several thumb-sized holes by the flames, and the pampered white flower's ass loomed.

"Haha, that's right, it's really white and red, it's even better than a monkey's ass!"

"Hehe, don't their Anka family like to force Liang to become a prostitute? With his big white and tender ass, business is absolutely booming!"

"Hahaha, find a few orcs to cool him off, or, pull him to breed the female Salo beast!"

"No, you should take him to breed the male Salon, such a wonderful ass can't be buried!"

After laughing, some of the mercenaries shouted loudly in relief, and after hearing this, people also echoed it, so angry that Yimia's eyes on the field were on fire and trembling all over. If it weren't for the fact that he knew that he was not the opponent of a unicorn, I am afraid that he would immediately pounce on Yang Ling, the culprit.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that this is the best equipment!" Seeing Imia's defeat, Templar Cruise shook his head.

In Cruise's opinion, with the many best equipment on his body, Imia can quickly settle the battle at the beginning of the war. Defend with the shield made of the Earth Guardian Cloak, and resolutely attack Yang Ling after surrounding it with a wall of fire. In this way, Yang Ling will not even have the opportunity to summon the evil eye, let alone turn defeat into victory.

In addition, although the evil eyes summoned by Yang Ling had strong attack power, their movement speed was slow and their defensive ability was extremely poor, which was exposed from their vulnerability to the Bato demon later. If Imiah had been experienced enough, she could have burned them to ashes with a steady stream of bursting fireballs before they could line up an array of evil eyes.

In this way, Yang Ling will become a single commander in an instant, as long as Yimiya pursues after victory, where will he have a chance to summon the unicorn in a hurry? Unfortunately, Yimia made mistakes again and again, and wasted many great opportunities to kill Yang Ling.

Cruise believed that if he had so much top-notch equipment, he could kill Yang Ling in just a few rounds. The summoner has an obvious role in large-scale combat, but he is obviously not good at close combat in solo combat, and the time he recites a spell to summon a magical beast is enough to be killed by a clever swordsman or knight.

Outside the stadium, people pointed and teased loudly. In the field, Yimiya gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at Yang Ling, who was confident opposite.

In the face of everyone's cynicism, looking at Yang Ling, who hated him to the bone, Yimiya's face turned blue and white. Ever since he was a child, he has lived a leisurely life, with big fish and meat every day, and his servants are waiting comfortably; every time he goes out, he hugs all the old and young in Weisen Town, who dares to be disrespectful to him, the eldest young master? Even some dissolute mercenaries have to hold their tails and behave when they see themselves.

But all this has changed since meeting Yang Ling!

In the elven tribe, it was about to defeat the elven warriors in one fell swoop and capture many young and beautiful elven girls, who knew that Yang Ling, the damned summoner, suddenly killed. also commanded the unicorn to tear his ass alive with the belt meat, causing himself to lie on the bed for a whole month.

Not lying down for a month, but lying face down for a whole month! Thinking of the feeling of being in prison, Yimia longed to crush Yang Ling's bones and scatter ashes.

After contacting the Killer Association, he just wanted to have a glass of wine to celebrate when he received the bad news of an assassination attempt. swallowed his anger for a few days, and under the manipulation of the strategist Good, he contacted the royal swordsman of the Bantu Empire, Batis, who thought that he could finally borrow a knife to kill people, and he felt hatred in his heart. Who knew that in the end, it was self-defeating, but Yang Ling took the opportunity to draw the two big words 'Anka' on Batis's buttocks and humiliated him fiercely.

What does it mean to be ashamed and ugly to become angry, what is grievance, and what is hatred to the bone?

These days, Imiah has tasted these things like she has never tasted before. Ever since his heavy losses at the Elven Tribe, he felt as if everything had changed.

His father replied and scolded himself to the fullest, and the strategist Goode looked at him from time to time and sighed, and even the servants and servants who had always behaved like dogs whispered behind their backs.

There are rumors that he can't do anything without his father's help, and there are also rumors that Yang Ling is recruiting troops on a large scale and is choosing the opportunity to attack his castle, and all kinds of gossip are filling every corner of the castle. Every time she overhears it, Imiah feels her blood surge, and she wants to pull out the tongue of the guy who spread the message.

He's had enough!

If she endured it like this, Imia even wondered if she would become a madman, a madman who would bite anyone she saw.

"Brother Yimiya, are you okay? Could it be that you are really unfortunate to be said in the next talk, and you will catch a cold as soon as you show your buttocks!" Seeing that Yimiya was so angry that she was trembling all over, Yang Ling pretended to be smiling on the surface, but she let out a vicious breath in her heart.

Cool, it's so cool!

When you love someone, you don't pretend to moan without illness like some pop singers, you have to find ways to pursue it. Similarly, when you hate a person, you have to hit him hard mentally and **, kick him down and then press him down, so that he will never be able to turn over.

Looking at Yimiya, whose face was blue and white under everyone's teasing, Yang Ling felt more cool than stabbing him in the chest.

"Hehe, this young man is getting more and more interesting!" Listening to people's unscrupulous teasing, looking at Yimiya who was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and then at Yang Ling, who was hiding a knife in his smile, the old man in black nodded appreciatively.

"Interesting?" Looking at the handsome Yang Ling in the field, Meryls's heart moved, and said: "It's rare for a mentor to appreciate a person so much, but in the end, whether it's useful or not, you have to try to know!"

"Meryls, the other party may be from a powerful ancient family, pay attention to proportion, don't be wanton!" The old man in black shook his head, Meryls's surname he knew best.

It's okay that the old man in black didn't say it, but as soon as he said this, Meryls became more interested in Yang Ling. Conquering a man who even his mentor praises is definitely more exciting than conquering a rich and powerful nobleman, and she is confident in her charm. There has never been a man who has not been fascinated by himself, not before, not now, and never again.

After a few words, the old man in black slowly closed his eyes, cautiously probing the faint fluctuations of magic power on the opposite mountain. If the master does not move, it is like a lion fighting a rabbit, a fatal blow, and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Outside the venue, people talked a lot and teased loudly. On the field, Imia is making difficult choices in her heart. Looking at Yang Ling, who was full of ridicule, and listening to the more and more unbearable teasing of everyone, he felt that he was about to go crazy.

Fight with him?

After a moment of hesitation, Imia gritted her teeth and slashed her wrist, dripping red blood onto the eerie snake demon staff. Suddenly, the strange staff emitted a surging wave of magical power.

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