"How so? This knife" Dongfang Ming's words were not finished, and Zhao Wuyi's second knife had already been slashed out.

Dongfang didn't want to dodge, but he didn't have a chance.

His defensive vitality was instantly slashed by Zhao Wuyi, blood gushed out, and his body turned into a paper figure.

Blood sprayed, spilled all over the ground, wetting the figure of the paper man, and the figure of the unknown paper man in the east fell.

Zhao Wushu put away the knife.

Zhao Wudi's knife was beautiful, like a jewel, exuding a faint glow.

A satisfied expression appeared on Zhao Wudi's face.

He won, and the East is not clear.

Zhao Wudi left, ignoring the broken paper figure left on the ground.

This is the Angel Research Institute's paper figure substitution for death, and all the high-level leaders of the Angel Research Institute have this paper figure to save their lives.

Zhao Wushu sneered, this paper man can only die three times at most, every time the paper man dies, the deity will also be greatly injured, he can kill Dongfang unknown once, he can kill the second time.

In fact, if Dongfang Ming continued to use the flying sword technique, Zhao Wushu might still be a little jealous.

It's a pity that Dongfang didn't know how to use the strange secret technique of the Angel Research Institute.

This means that Dongfang Ming doesn't believe in his sword anymore.

In fact, Dongfang Mingfa Feifei's swordsmanship is not weak, but the belief in his heart is insufficient.

What is really strong is itself.

This is also why the Song family dared to kick the Angel Research Institute, because no matter how strong the secret technique of the Angel Research Institute is, there is no martial god.

Without Valkyrie, nothing is to fear.

These secret techniques of the Angel Research Institute can make people stronger quickly, but they also cut off the path of these people's martial gods.

And Dongfang Ming has very little sense of science and technology, and there are almost no traces of transformation, which proves that the Angel Research Institute also knows that its experiments are useless.

They want to cultivate a true martial god powerhouse and escort them.

It's a pity, though.

Martial arts and science sometimes collide with each other.

There is no way for the Martial God to be made in batches.

Zhao Wudi walked very simply, and did not pay attention to the mess behind him.

He didn't look back, and he didn't pay attention to the fragments of paper figures in the ground behind him.

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Song Yiren in the new hotel.

The fierce beasts have undergone long-term training in the Green Secret Realm.

So do the work and look decent.

They didn't find any stones, but their brains were clever, and they made a lot of tables and chairs out of mud, sprinkled them with salt, and dried them over the fire, and they felt pretty good.

The mud here looks disgusting, but after drying, it's okay, although the mud stool is ugly, but it can be sat on, and there is a natural earthy fragrance.

This is much better than Song Yi people imagined.

This altar is underground, if it can be opened up and the sun shines down, this environment is still very good, and then plant some grass around, it will also have a unique flavor.

However, the priority now is to deal with the Dragon Lady of the North Sea.

Song Yiren walked to the edge of the hotel, only three meters away from the invisible object.

This time, Song Yiren's eyes were fixed on him.

He lifted his white eyelids slightly, revealing blue eyeballs like two planets.

"Are you the Dragon Maiden of the North Sea?"

Song Yiren asked at him.

He didn't speak, just looked at Song Yiren indifferently, and his body didn't move.

"I guess it's hard for you to live! I don't think you want to be resurrected and used again! I guess you want to be free! Let me help you get rid of it! ”

Song Yiren once again condensed the Golden Crow True Fire in the palm of his hand.

There was no way, she had no other killer moves.

Song Yiren took a step back.

She remembered that the test object had been brought back to life under the barbecue of the Golden Crow's real fire.

This one, it looks a little like the real North Sea Dragon Girl.

Even if it's not true, it must be a higher-grade test than the previous one.

Stimulated by the true fire of the Golden Crow, he might be able to come back to life.

Before, Song Yiren couldn't clean up each other.

But now, the Songyi people can clean him up.

Just provoke Him and let Him into the hotel.

At that time, he will be burned to ashes by the Golden Crow True Fire, just like Fu Yanzhi.

A little spark flew from Song Yiren's fingertips to his body, but it was extinguished in an instant.

This is not enough, and it may need to be strengthened.

"Ah~~~~~~h

The golden crow fire fell on his body, leaving a dark mark in an instant.

What's going on, why can the Golden Crow True Fire hurt him, but it can't hurt the dragon girl before.

Song Yiren thought of the key item, sycamore wood.

Song Yiren's mind suddenly came up with a way to heal the little black cat's injuries, but he had to experiment with him first.

Song Yiren took out a piece of sycamore wood from the Qingyin Secret Realm, lit it with the Golden Crow True Fire, and then threw it on his body.

This time, although He also made a painful sound, His vitality was restored.

In the flames, his form gradually turned into a human form, into the form of a young girl.

Song Yiren patted her brain, she was really stupid, she only thought that the level of the sycamore wood was high, and it could make the Golden Crow True Fire burn for a long time.

But she didn't think of the real magic of the sycamore wood, the phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire.

This sycamore wood certainly played an important role.

No wonder the dragon girl burned more and more energetically, and her vitality became more and more vigorous.

She almost thought that her Golden Crow True Fire was useless.

The sycamore wood thrown by Song Yiren was very small, after all, the sycamore tree in her space was not very tall, and she was reluctant to waste it.

The small sycamore tree burned out quickly.

Song Yiren couldn't help but exclaim at this time: "Little red bean!" ”

After he returned to his human form, he turned into the appearance of a little red bean, except for the extra dragon horns on his head, which was almost exactly the same as the little red bean.

How could He be a little red bean?

In such a short period of time, Xiao Hongdou was transformed into such a powerful monster.

Is He still a little red bean?

However, he obviously reacted to the name Little Red Bean, and looked at it in confusion.

Song Yiren took a step back at this time and took out a bottle of one-star fruit wine, she was reluctant to take out too good wine to attract the other party, Song Yiren opened the cork, and the aroma of fruit wine came out in an instant.

"Little red beans, this is your favorite fruit wine, come in and drink, come in!"

Song Yiren said to him while fanning the aroma of the wine with his hand to let the fragrance of the fruit wine come out.

Trying to trick the other party in.

"This fruit wine is delicious, if you don't drink it, I'll drink it."

Seeing that he did not move, Song Yiren made a gesture to pour a mouthful of fruit wine into his stomach.

Sure enough, when he saw this scene, he didn't have much intelligence in his mind, and he instinctively made him a little unable to control himself, and rushed into Song Yiren's shop at once.