Although Chima didn't know what the queen had been done to the eerie troupe members, he was quite happy to see the untouchable woman look so embarrassed.

He always believed that the screams of people were the things that best revealed the essence of people.

Through the woman's screams, he could feel that the other party was not a real "queen", just a pretending to be a profound little child.

Affected by the boundary, she was stitched onto another person's body in a daze, and her strength depended on the charity of the boundary, after all, she was a little girl with a fox and a fake tiger.

"Badu, are you alright?" Chima asked Badu, who had just blocked the queen's attack for him.

"Roar......" Badu made a dull sound, the wounds on his body quickly recovered as before, and the spears that pierced his body were also expelled by the increased flesh and blood.

"Good." Zhima smiled slightly, "I don't know how the troupe created this world, but in addition to being stable and huge, it is far less powerless than the 'realm' I have ever seen. After all, it is an incomplete 'realm', and if they want to kill us, they still need the other members of the troupe to do it, but without the support of the 'realm', these people are just minions in front of us. ”

"I'm willing to bet they won't be able to hold on, and if we don't have strong enough members to step up and make a final decision, we'll just have to wait until the world reaches a certain pole and then it will naturally disintegrate."

The more Zhima thought about it, the more happy he felt.

Gui Yi and the high priest of the Hundred Eyes Sect are suspected of losing both, and there is no news.

The gang leader is in chaos after being stitched up by the spirit.

The troupe is tough but not deadly.

And thanks to the blessing of the troupe, the scene is chaotic now, and the Baicang Sect doesn't know how many people were killed by those bombers.

Although the people of the Brotherhood should have suffered a lot of losses, but the end is not death, it's too normal.

As long as he and Batu are alive, the final victory will still be the responsibility of their fallen brotherhood.

……

Brother Director and Brother Hyundai were still discussing how to fix the dragon, but after receiving the message from the main body of the group, they immediately spread their hands and prepared to mess up.

The big starring role is coming, and it's time to consciously step aside to pave the way.

"It's the one, is it really okay for him to come?" Brother Hyundai said with some surprise.

"This is actually part of the test, after all, the fragment of the sentence written by the man in the colorful dress is the main purpose of this worship, we have already got some results on the queen, but we still need a little deeper testing, it is good that the man is willing to test it himself."

"That's true."

"Then again, it's been a long time since we've seen him make a move."

"That's not ......"

The conversation between the two paused, and their eyes looked at the Ferris wheel in the distance at the same time.

"After all, now he is a decadent uncle who can only eat, sleep, sleep and eat."

Sou!

A figure leapt from a skyscraper in the distance, piercing through the black canopy and disappearing briefly.

Subsequently, purple-black meteors fell from the sky.

"What's that!?" Zhima saw that thing at a glance, and immediately felt like a man's back, as if some terrifying beast was out of the cage.

The white demon dragon was also attracted by the meteor in the sky, its huge body trembled slightly, but it still spread its wings to block the chaotic queen at this time.

Zhima thought for a moment, directly raised the tin rod and shook it hard, and the fluctuations spread out and then condensed on the top of Badu's head.

Batu comprehended, and the flower-like head opened to reveal hideous mouthparts, in which the aetheric energy was highly concentrated.

If there are professionals here, they will be amazed by the mouth of this giant beast at this moment, the concentration of aether is enough to be comparable to the ordinary aether furnace!

When it converged to a certain point, the giant beast landed on all fours, and blood-colored light swayed out, carrying the fluctuations of Zhima in the form of a spiral beam of light and rushing towards the purple-black meteor.

The two collide at high altitude.

Whew——

The painful grinding sound of eardrums continued briefly, but Zhima's face became solemn.

He and Batu teamed up to have no obstacle to each other's whereabouts!

The blood-colored spiral beam collapsed, and the purple meteor fell directly in front of them, leaving a deep pit in the ground, and a figure slowly stood still in the smoke and dust.

……

Zhima looked at the figure, and a sense of disobedience kept popping up in his heart.

What's going on?

There is no sense of oppression similar to those strong people I have always seen, and there is no sense of detachment as if it no longer exists at the same life level.

The other party seems to be just a person who appears in a strange way.

But why?

His intuition, as a person who has been in the battle of life and death for a long time, Zhima's intuition is already extremely keen, which can help him make the most advantageous choices in various situations.

But at this point, the instinct on which he relied to trust no longer seemed to be reliable.

It seems to have split into two parts.

Part of it told Zhima: There is no problem, the other party is the same on the outside, but he is just a strong man who may be a little tricky, and there is nothing too special.

But the other part is waking the alarm.

However, it is also unclear what exactly is being warned.

Which side to trust?

The inexplicable sense of confusion made Zhima also fall into a temporary sluggishness.

Step –

The sound of footsteps came, and the person in front of him walked out of the smoke and dust, careless, full of flaws.

The first time he saw Zhima, what he saw was a pitch-black boot, and the texture should be very good.

Up, it's black military pants. Further up, it was a somewhat disheveled military shirt with no buttons on the chest.

This military uniform has a lot of similar clothing styles, and it always feels very cold and has some bad connotations.

The white lines on the black military uniform make this feeling a little less subtle and more layered.

Then, Chima saw the owner of the dress.

A young man with hard facial lines and upright facial features, a beard that has not grown long at the beginning can be seen on his chin, and the black hair on his head that is scattered and irregular is pressed down by his hat.

Very young.

Zhima's pupils vibrated slightly.

The body was very young, and by all his judgments, it looked like the body of a young man in his mid-twenties.

And after a very professional and rigorous training, it has reached an extremely excellent level.

So so what?

How can you make me feel so deranged just because of that?

Zhima pursed his lips slightly and spoke: "Who are you?" ”

The fluctuations carried his voice and spread out.

When the young man heard this voice, he smiled heartily: "In this period, call me 'Bell'." ”

I'm not asking you your name, where the military uniform on your body comes from, what is the relationship with the troupe, why the whole body reveals the ordinary, but there is an indescribable weirdness.

That's what Zhima wants to know.

But if he asks all of them, it directly exposes his fear of such an ordinary person.

Accurate.

Zhima closed his eyes and calmed his inexplicable restless mood.

It doesn't matter, whether the other party has a problem or not, you can't get results just by thinking.

The most direct means is ......

"Badu!" Zhima called.

The tentacles on Badu's body shot out in response, smashing towards the young man who called himself Bell.

Bell thought for a moment, clapped his hands, and then opened them, and a long black stick appeared in front of him.

He gripped the stick and waved it at the rapidly approaching tentacles.

Sting!

The thick tentacles were torn apart on the spot, apparently from a club, but as if they had been wounded by the claws of some kind of beast.

"Whoaaaa Badu roared, and Zhima was even more shocked.

The purple-black aura on Bell's body formed a hideous silhouette, but it was quickly suppressed.

Holding the stick in his back hand, he gently covered his temple with the other, where a blood-colored eye had just opened.

"Well, even if I use the body of the troupe leader to recreate my past youth, it still can't change the fact that I can't go back to the past."

Bell's expression was a little silent, but soon everything was hidden by a hearty smile.

"There's not much time, in short, let's reminisce about my young days first." He stepped out, his long stick pointed diagonally at the ground, and his momentum was unstoppable.

(End of chapter)