Song Huai looked at Ji Fanxing, whose face was filled with joy, and smiled slightly: "Amazing."
He sincerely praised it.
Ji Fanxing felt that his praise was not sincere at all.
"Humph, you just try to coax me!"
"Your swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. Killing a higher god is as easy as killing a chicken!"
"You're just laughing at me, aren't you?"
Song Huai was startled, thinking he had misunderstood, "I didn't."
Ji Fanxing immediately asked, "Who is stronger, me or the little lord?"
Song Huai: "..."
Is there any need to ask?
Although he really wanted to coax the angry kitten in front of him, he really couldn't say such words against his will.
“…You have your strengths.”
Ji Fanxing became even angrier: "So just tell me the truth. Is it fun to comfort me?"
"That's right, that's right. The little lord has now transformed his psionic mechanical army into the fifth dimension, the sixth dimension, and even a dimension I don't know about!"
"He's definitely much better than me, why don't you just say so?"
"Are you hiding something?"
Song Huai: "..."
He felt a little guilty.
Seeing the slightly embarrassed look on Song Huai's face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, Ji Fanxing smiled triumphantly and said, "Hehe, I knew you wanted to beat me this way. It's impossible. I'm telling you, I'm definitely going to win this time!"
After saying that, he led his robot army down the mountain and engaged in close combat with the zombies pouring out of the crack.
Before leaving, he said to Wenwen's mother and everyone on the mountain:
"I can't save you. The only ones who can save you are you yourself!"
save?
He's not that great, he's just following orders.
At most, I want to come here to show off my latest research.
After he finished speaking, a peach tree fell from the sky. This was not the old peach tree, but it had also been promoted to a god. It was a member of the peach tree army under the command of the old peach tree, and had a wormhole space just like the old peach tree.
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