I saw that in the direction where the projectile was flying, a bare wooden baby stood at the door, looking around for something with a panicked face.

Fang Xingyang felt that it seemed to be his projectile pitcher!

Not sure, take another look......

But if it's really a projectile pitcher...... How did it become like this?

I saw that the projectile pitcher, who was originally only the size of a human palm, had grown to the size of a baby at this time, and his height was estimated to be dozens of centimeters tall even if it was less than half a meter;

It's just that what Fang Xingyang couldn't figure out was that the projectile pitcher's originally normal facial features had now deviated from their normal positions with the growth of his body, compact and crooked.

It's simply a moving "crooked melon and cracked date".

It stood in the doorway, and if someone with a bad eye looked at it, it might even be taken for an oversized piece of ginger.

As for the reason why it was able to run from the Wugang commissioned shop so quickly, Fang Xingyang also found it-

Because there are also a lot of root-like "legs" growing under it!

These "legs" grow very randomly, varying in thickness and length, and each one seems to have its own growth ideas.

Moreover, there were so many of these legs, Fang Xingyang couldn't help but wonder how it managed to run so many legs when it was running wildly, but they didn't get entangled......

If it weren't for the iconic big hat on his head and the small wooden basket behind him, Fang Xingyang couldn't believe that this was his "exclusive partner".

It's ugly, it's ugly! Thanks to the fact that I dreamed last night that the projectile pitcher had turned into a beast-eared little Lori!

The huge contrast made Fang Xingyang a little difficult to accept for a while.

Then, the projectile pitcher's gaze fell on Fang Xingyang, who was already (°Д°) in the corner.

"Baba~"

When the projectile pitcher saw him, he immediately jumped up with joy, and countless calves under him ran towards him with a "click".

It's like a miniature alien that is rapidly approaching.

Seeing that, Fang Xingyang's nerves tensed suddenly.

"Wait, wait! Don't come here yet! ”

He got up from the ground in horror.

But it was too late.

He had been so focused on the appearance of the projectile pitcher that he hadn't even noticed that he had come out of the ruins in the center of the hall intact!

He did ignore the fatal problem - not even his flintlock pistol could hurt a puddle, let alone the attack of a projectile pitcher?

The projectile pitcher ran "snapping, clicking, clicking", as if Fang Xingyang was the only one left in his eyes, completely ignoring the tiger's eyes in the black fog next to him.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar burst out of the center of the hall, and a terrifying giant claw suddenly stretched out from the thick black mist.

A paw slapped on the projectile pitcher who happened to pass by.

Fang Xingyang subconsciously closed his eyes, but he couldn't avoid the perspective of the projectile pitcher in his mind.

With an unbelievable loud bang, the projectile pitcher was smashed into the wall of the hall by a puddle of force, and the picture in Fang Xingyang's mind instantly darkened.

Even the screen seemed to be in "silent mode", and no other sound was heard.

【Warning! The exclusive companion [Projectile Pitcher] has suffered a deadly attack, and his HP is close to the minimum value, so please take relevant measures to rescue him immediately! 】

With the sound of the system's announcement, the wall where the projectile pitcher was located collapsed, and a large amount of dust filled the air for a while.

Fang Xingyang was anxious.

He had just accepted that the projectile pitcher was the "key point" of his turnaround, but now the countdown was coming to an end......

How did the projectile pitcher fall?!

【10……】

【9……】

【8……】

Fang Xingyang's eyes were staring at the ruins of that wall, and he was extremely looking forward to the projectile pitcher being able to jump out of the ruins as the countdown cleared.

Even if it's ugly, it's ugly, how can anyone dislike their children for being ugly......

The expectation in Fang Xingyang's heart became stronger as time decreased.

But the projectile pitcher never appeared in his eyes, and even the perspective of the projectile pitcher in his mind never lit up again.

In the middle of the hall, Ichiwang once again stretched out his long knife-like claws and walked towards the sorcerer who had fallen in the corner on the other side.

The sound of the claws colliding with the shattered ground was like a blade, scraping Fang Xingyang's eardrums.

【5……】

The expectation in Fang Xingyang's heart began to be dispelled by despair.

【4……】

Yiwang suddenly stopped in place.

It's like a remote-controlled race car that suddenly runs out of power, and it doesn't move at all.

"Humph......"

The primeval roaring voice of the mastermind behind the scenes sounded again, making the string in Fang Xingyang's heart tense to the extreme.

But this time, he heard a trace of anger and unwillingness from the voice of the man behind the scenes.

【2……】

【1……】

A sudden gust of wind poured in from outside the hall, and a body that had been frozen in place was blown down by the wind as if it had become a light statue.

Even the chaotic demonic energy that surrounded it dissipated with the wind, and once again made a flood return to its original form.

"He's right here!"

Suddenly, another dull voice like rolling thunder rang out of the hall.

Fang Xingyang immediately heard who this was.

It's the six-winged commander again!

It turned out that the countdown of the system made him wait not for the projectile pitcher, but for the arrival of the six-wing commander like last time!

"General, General! Don't be impulsive, he, he's really a good person!! ”

Suddenly, another familiar voice appeared.

Fang Xingyang suddenly stood up.

"Qing'er?"

"Your Royal Highness the princess don't worry, there is still a certain 'catastrophe' left around here, but his aura is rapidly fading."

"It should ...... It's just gone. ”

The voice of the six-winged commander drew closer, and it wasn't long before the dark elf commander with three pairs of colorful wings behind him landed at the door of the hall with his retinue and Qing'er.

They looked inside the ruined ruins, and on one side were the sorcerers struggling in the corners with painful faces;

On the other side, it was Fang Xingyang, who was rummaging through the ruins with a handful of snot and tears.

The words of the six-winged commander and the downfall were enough to prove that the man behind the scenes had sensed the arrival of the six-winged commander and left.

That's why there was a hint of unwillingness in that last chuckle, and Yiwang suddenly collapsed as if he had lost control......

Soon, Fang Xingyang dug out his projectile pitcher from under the collapsed wall.

It is like an old tree root that has rotted for many years, but its body is as soft as a baby.

He took out the jade pendant that Qing'er had given him and held it in his hand, and the green healing light surrounded him and the projectile pitcher.

He then walked towards the Charmer with the projectile pitcher in his arms.

Without the blessing of the jade pendant, the sorcerer has been suffering from the three pieces of metal, and it is estimated that he has reached the verge of losing control.

Looking at Fang Xingyang walking towards him step by step, a trace of hideousness appeared on the sorcerer's face.

"Y-Are you alright...... Don't worry, our reinforcements are here and the man behind the scenes is gone. ”

Fang Xingyang said cautiously, raised the jade pendant and slowly walked towards the magician.

"I'm here to help you with the symptoms of loss of control, don't worry......"

At this time, he was as weak as if he had just survived a catastrophe, and even spoke with a pronounced trill.

At the door, the six-winged commander was always watching him.

He ...... It's not doing something perverted like that, it's all caused by that 'catastrophe'. ”

The Six-Wing Commander lowered his head and fell into deep thought, then frowned as if he suddenly understood something, and suddenly raised his head to look at Fang Xingyang.