is also a [catastrophic] strange story, although it is only a fragment, but the apostle of the [lover] has indeed brought targeted damage to this strange story.

With the complete shattering of the realm of strange talks, strange stories also disappeared from the sky. In the cabinet of [Temperance], Xu Ye was already shocked and speechless.

Bo Yanzhao just looked calm, but his eyes also fell on Shi Que's body. From the day when Shi Que's name officially appeared in the differentiation circle, Bo Yanzhao has been paying attention to Shi Que.

He collected almost all of Shi Que's movements, and also knew his growth every step of the way. He knew how tough Shi Que was, but it was the first time he had seen his battle scene with his own eyes.

Therefore, even if Bo Yanzhao had heard of Shi Que's style before, he was still shocked. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

A crack position that keeps all teammates safe even in the face of [disaster-level] strange talk brings a sense of security that can no longer be described in words.

No wonder the money-worshipping clown is never afraid of death, because sometimes the finch is there, he will not die. And he is not afraid of getting hurt, and all those who can hurt him will definitely be even more miserable than him in the end.

Shi Que fired a total of two shots just now. One shot in the eye, one shot in the heart. The eyes are for the gold worship clown.

The shot in the heart, for him? Bo Yanzhao knew in his heart that what he had to do at this time was to immediately cooperate with Shi Que to make a post-war summary.

In this fight, although they couldn't contain the [catastrophic] monster, fortunately, their injuries were not particularly serious.

The point is, through the details of the battle, they have been able to deduce some of the rules of this [catastrophic] strange story.

But Bo Yanzhao's mood was too complicated, so complicated that it had already affected his thinking. In the past, in his team, Bo Yanzhao has always been a protector.

But now, he is with Shi Qi, but he is protected by Shi Qi. But in fact, he didn't promise anything to the outdated sparrow.

And Shi Que did not officially invite him to return to the North Institute. But even so, in Shi Que's heart, has he already regarded him as a teammate?

Bo Yanzhao suddenly remembered what he said when he joked with the doctor before, he said that if Shi Que could find a way to extend his life, he would follow Shi Que back to L City to work for Shi Que for a lifetime.

Now it seems that the FLA thing really can't stand up. This little cub can shoot such a shot, if he really doesn't go with him, it will be bad if he turns around and cries childishly.

Bo Yanzhao thought so, but he couldn't help laughing. Xu Ye didn't understand why he suddenly smiled, and looked at Bo Yanzhao curiously.

Bo Yanzhao coughed twice, and then relieved himself before he could open his mouth and ask him,

"Is the L City office fun?" Xu Ye stiffened his face,

"It's fun, it's fun, but the exam is too difficult!" Bo Yanzhao coughed and laughed. Shi Que's gaze fell on him from afar, as if to confirm his situation.

Although Bo Yanzhao felt a dull pain in his heart, he still shook his head at Shi Que, indicating that he was fine.

Shi Que didn't move, still standing in place.

"Six hundred and thirty million!" The gold-worshipping clown was the first to run towards Shi Que, and his tone was extremely eager, and he approached to see his hand.

Shi Que's action of shooting is a bit strange, and it is true that the hunting gun held by the [lover] apostle is a loose bullet with a relatively short barrel, and it can be shot with one hand.

The characteristic of the gun is that the recoil is huge, so ordinary people will not do this. Shi Que has always been safe, and he is not the kind of person who will deliberately play handsome, so the moment he saw him holding a gun in one hand, the clown judged that he was injured.

Otherwise, when Fang Cai handed him the potion, he wouldn't have deliberately put the dagger away, and when he took out the potion, handed it to him, wouldn't he just hand it to him with his left hand?

The money-worshipping clown is a little anxious.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Shi Que's voice was calm, and it seemed to be no different from usual. Next to it, "Strange Tales and Gossip Weekly" floated quietly, and the strange talks that were summoned also returned to their own pages in turn after the battle.

[Lover] stayed at the end and glanced at Shi Que. Shi Que nodded: "Don't worry, I will leave it to you in the end." [Lover] immediately showed a happy expression, and even carried back the [Temperance] with limited mobility at the same time as he went back to the page.

The pages of "Strange Tales and Gossip Weekly" were closed, and the white falcon rubbed Shi Finch's cheek worriedly before going back.

And then back to the cover. In the air, the magnetic field left by the strange talkers gradually dissipated, and finally returned to the calm state of the normal human world.

Anyway, they're safe now. Shi Que exhaled softly, his eyes slightly out of focus.

The money-worshipping clown knows that this is a manifestation of excessive mental power consumption. Subconsciously, I wanted to pick up Shi Que on his back, and then find a place for him to rest.

As a result, he was pressed by Shi Que on the shoulder. The strength in the hands of the finch was not strong at >, and the impact of the recoil of the loose bullet gun had not completely passed, and the gold-worshipping clown could feel the tremor from the fingertips of the sparrow.

"I'm fine." The gold-worshipping clown saw that Shi Que's gaze fell on the tail of his eye, and he knew that Shi Que was concerned about the strange talk that wanted to take away his right eye.

Shi Que didn't speak, and motioned for the gold clown to get closer to him. I took a closer look at it before I breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really fine, if you look a few minutes late, you'll be almost healed." The money-worshipping clown is joking. Shi Que didn't speak, and turned his head to guard his grandfather's child.

"Don't move, I'll bring him over." Seeing that Shi Que was exhausted, the gold worship clown asked him to lean against the tree next to him first, and then walked over and picked up the child.

"Bye-bye, brother wins!" The child's voice was milky, and he naturally hugged the neck of the money-worshipping clown and rubbed his face.

The money-worshipping clown is a little disgusted,

"Roll in mud, don't get tired." The child was not afraid of him at all, but stuck to him more closely.

The money-worshipping clown remembered that these three pieces of three dumplings would also be desperate to save him, and it was rare to praise him.

"Well behaved!" The child was stunned for a moment, and buried his head in the arms of the gold-worshipping clown.

Shi Que watched the child jumping around, and his heart was relaxed. The gold-worshipping clown just wanted to say something to him, when he suddenly heard Xu Ye shouting over there,

"Brother Zhao!" This sudden sound, those who don't know thought that Bo Yanzhao was going to die. The heart of the gold-worshipping clown suddenly lifted, and when he turned his head to look, Bo Yanzhao, who could still communicate with Shi Que, suddenly pressed the position of his heart and curled up in a ball.

Cold sweat continued to slide down the corners of his forehead, and Bo Yanzhao's body continued to tremble as the pain intensified.

"What's wrong?" The money-worshipping clown asked Xu Ye. Xu Ye was also very anxious,

"The ability to differentiate is regurgitated. Brother Zhao's differentiation ability, even if it is just to summon an imaged entity, will have an effect on the body. You and Shi Que are looking at him, I'll bring the doctor over! Xu Ye didn't care about anything else, and turned his head to find a doctor.

But Bo Yanzhao's situation is obviously dangerous. As long as their conversation was delayed for a few seconds, Bo Yanzhao was almost unconscious.

The money-worshipping clown even felt that he could still stay awake, not because he was strong-willed, but because it hurt so much that he couldn't faint.

"Get out of the way!" Shi Fei's voice sounded low. The money-worshipping clown watched as he took a needle out of his pocket and hit himself with one hand.

That was what Jian Rui left for Shi Que before, a total of three heels, one to restore physical strength, and two to restore mental strength.

Injections to restore mental strength and physical strength cannot be used at the same time. And now, in Shi Que's hands, the two injections to restore mental power have all been emptied.

Obviously, one of them was used in the battle. Jian Rui's injection took effect quickly, and although he couldn't recover all his mental power immediately, it was enough to deal with it now.

Shi Que squatted down in front of Bo Yanzhao, raised his hand, and pressed Bo Yanzhao's heart. Shi Finch's magnetic field slowly unfolded, and with a protective attitude, Bo Yanzhao was enveloped in it.

Bo Yanzhao's originally rapid breathing finally stabilized. Xu Ye looked at this scene with some surprise, and the child next to him said to him,

"The gray is poached, and the white fills the gray." This sentence was so clueless, Xu Ye originally wanted to ask in detail.

But Shi Que put down his hand and suddenly sat on the ground, unconscious.

"630 million ......" The gold-worshipping clown wanted to help him, but found that Shi Que's face was so pale that he couldn't speak.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air. The gold-worshipping clown was a little afraid to touch him, he didn't know where Shi Que was injured, and he was afraid that moving would cause him a second injury.

But Bo Yanzhao, who finally recovered, reacted,

"Left hand."

“！！！” The gold-worshipping clown reacted suddenly, and from the time Shi Que appeared to save people, his left hand has been hanging down at his side and has not been raised.

Easily took out Shi Que's dagger from Shi Que's body, and the gold worship clown held Shi Que and directly cut the sleeve of Shi Que's left hand.

Hidden on the forearm under the sleeve, a hideous wound was horizontally on it, the wound was very deep, the gold-worshipping clown touched it lightly, Shi Que's forearm was soft, and the arm bone of the entire forearm was gone.

The head of the gold-worshipping clown was empty in an instant, and then there was a huge anger, and the clown in his eye sockets immediately merged with him, and the piercing sound of chainsaws also sounded beside him.

The money-worshipping clown regretted it a little, so he should have fought it. This kind of garbage should be shredded and fed to the plate fish.

"Hakumori! Calm down! Bo Yanzhao's voice sounded in the ears of the gold-worshipping clown. The gold-worshipping clown pinched the chainsaw, but heard Bo Yanzhao say to him,

"It's not that weird talk, he should have made it himself."

"He's crazy? Pumping your own bones to play? The gold-worshipping clown tossed the medicine left by Jiang Ji for Shi Que to eat, and asked Bo Yanzhao with an almost questioning rhetorical question.

Bo Yanzhao reached out and touched Shi Que's forehead,

"Where do you think that white paint bullet came from in that shotgun?"!