It was too late for Smith to report to the union. When the new Mrs. Smith came out of the coffin, the Guild's Master Naza immediately felt that great feeling. The master who was practicing had stopped working. After closing her eyes and feeling for a moment, Naza solemnly pulled out a pair of khaki gloves. Jumped from a bed on the third floor of the union, stomped on the floor, broke through the thin fence on the roof, and jumped in front of Smith.

After Jira escapes from the morgue, he becomes a giant. Pushing down the walls of countless rooms along the way, the ones that came out of her body were not strong, and every time she hit the wall, she felt a crisp numbness, but the danger kept stimulating her to escape. Mrs. Smith didn't seem to have much brains, just chasing the first person to escape.

She always had tentacles at her feet, leaving behind long trails of blue, watery slime wherever she went. Master Naza moved through the city at breakneck speed, and of course, the violence awakened many of the city's old men. "It's the fist of the earth, Naza" In the most luxurious mansion in the center of the aristocratic district, a middle-aged man looked at the figure that jumped over the roof, the corners of his mouth twitching.

An old voice behind him said, "There's a new owner in the Lion City," "What, new owner?" The middle-aged man looked surprised, "Father!" The smell is chaotic and not orthodox" The voice was that of a burly, gray-haired old man with a huge shield on his back with a series of scars showing the old man's great military exploits. ”

Elementary school! The middle-aged man's voice was filled with joy: "Father, don't we want it? "" Later in the evening, Nazha fired a shot at the old man sitting in the courtyard with a huge shield, the old man with the huge shield on his back, the old man with the shield on his back, facing the moonlight, continuing to work. "Calm down, as long as we don't have our own problems, no one can hinder our plans" "Yes, father" The middle-aged man didn't say anything more, he closed his eyes and continued to breathe, as for the pothole that Naza stepped on across the border, it was a night that was difficult to calm down, full of plans and thoughts for those who were afraid to change their plans, and for those who were struggling.

Aristocrats, in a more remote mansion, the white-haired youth knelt on one knee in front of a dignified middle-aged man, the white-haired youth was arguing with the dignified man, and Mr. Naza smiled and walked across a side roof, and everyone stepped on it, this was indispensable. After all, we, the Hunter Alliance, wanted to ensure that neutral thoughts were stirred, and the legs on the roof of a force, a small deflection direction, fell on the head of the white-haired youth, the majestic man, exhausted from his argument with his son, looked back at the late Master Naza and snorted angrily.

But the white-haired young man who knelt on one knee and looked at the fierce figure in the distance was very envious. Jira's escape was quick, and although it was her first adaptation, this style of handwritten notes, recorded in detail, is centuries old.

On the run, Smith's edge is already very close, and the sense of danger is getting smaller and smaller. Jira excitedly said "I'm finally free of that monster" and he went to the façade of Smith's Manor, which was covered with green vines that Galla had just erected to prevent people from escaping. Jaylah stopped the Hulk in front of the outer wall, and vines spread out of his hands. With the left hand and the right hand, a few circles, and a few more horizontal lines, the vines that snake on the wall slowly fade. The green harness returned to Jira's arms. Jira slammed into the heavy façade. Knock knock. Jira's hands went numb after the first blow, and she felt her elbows start to shake after the second blow. Looking at the small wall that had just been broken, Jira gritted her teeth and threw a third punch. ”

Yes! "The pain of a broken finger bone made Gira Grohn. One punch, one punch, one punch. Jira, tears streaming down his cheeks and hitting the heavy façade. His wrist was dislocated and he was leaning against a vine; His shoulders were numb, and he waved his will; Jira's arms were bloody, despite the protection of the Green Man. "I have to get out of here, I can't die here," Gila said, as she rushed over the wall with tears in her eyes. The shadow that frightened her stood silently outside the wall, and the reason she never felt a tremble was because the god-like monster had more control over her.

"Work hard, little girl, are you interested in joining our Hunters' Guild?" Naza's soft female voice came from afar. Several more thunderous explosions rang out, and Naza's huge, muscular body appeared in front of Jira. "Hello, I'm Naza, Guild Chair" Naza stood still, twisting her wrist and shaking her neck as if preparing for a big battle. Standing still, Mrs. Smith turned to Master Naza, his breath stronger than Gilla's. Young Master Naza frowned at the sight of Mrs. Smith's terrible face.

At this time, Jira's side hurriedly said: "Master, this is not a professional, like a necromancer by flesh monsters. Hearing these words, Master Naza looked in awe: "Master Ciri! " Come out, hide, I found you The master suddenly shouted into the darkness.

"That's... Out of control... The owner, Shiry, should be a professional," said Gela, his mouth twitching. Hearing this, Young Master Naza shook his body calmly and patted the non-existent dust, "Hello, my friend," said Mrs. Smith as she stood. Mrs. Smith wriggled her tentacled chin, her cold, straight pupils glistening, and her head covered with viper hair. "I ...... Standing three meters away, Naza put his arm in front of him. Let the tentacles wrap themselves like rice dumplings. "Your strength, my friend, is not good!"

With Naza's loud roar, the tentacle cage stretched out beside her, and Master Naza grabbed the tentacle with his hind hand. After 35 turns in the same spot, Smith was thrown out of the air. Just as Mrs. Smith's fragile body was about to collide with the heavy wall, a blue wave suddenly appeared on the wall, and a dozen tentacles erupted from it, catching the abandoned Mrs. Smith. When she stopped, Mrs. Smith tucked a hand in her sleeve and tapped Naza's master lightly with her fingers.

Five similar wave-like areas appeared at Naza's feet, and one after another sturdy sea snakes appeared and bit Naza as he stood. Hey Master Naza spun in place, his fist like an invisible claw, slicing these huge sea snakes in half. "It's all women, don't hit me so hard! "

Master Naza took off, flew in mid-air, and pulled out the runes. Hedges, bears of the earth. Khaki lights flashed across Naza's body, and the nearly three-meter scene unfolded again, and the two gloves on his hands flashed like giant bear paws. Master Naza's muscular arm fell from the sky, and it hadn't touched Smith yet. The pressure of the wind made her hair tremble. There was a loud bang, and in the dust, Master Naza slowly retreated.

"It's not a good feeling, it's not what it feels like to shatter a skull," Naza said, narrowing his eyes. When the dust settled, a three-meter-deep hole was drilled into the ground, but there was no Mrs. Smith inside. On the exterior wall of Mrs. Smith's house, an area of shallow stripes of aqua blue appeared, and it was from this place that Mrs. Smith came out. "How many times can you hide?" The master said softly. His thick legs stomped on the floor, and Naza's master's body leaped violently, pounced like a cheetah on Mrs. Smith, who was standing still.

Mrs. Smith, who was standing there, suddenly opened her mouth and let out a scream. Master Nazha smiled in the air, and she crushed another rune. Fence, Earth Bear's wrath! A sudden rage swept over Naza, and Mrs. Smith's wail did not shake her.

The glove struck Mrs. Smith in the stomach, and the scales cracked and flew apart. As he hugged Mrs. Smith in a strange position, he suddenly let out a chuckle, and Naza tore his fist from Mrs. Smith's stomach and struck him to the ground beneath him with all her strength.

Rows of sturdy pillars emerged from the ground, one of which stretched straight toward Mrs. Smith. On the ground, Master Naza threw his fist again and again, and in a short time, a stone forest appeared. Looking at Mrs. Smith's figure, Master Naza roared, "Secrets, martial arts, Tarzan's smile!" ”