As expected, he was stopped by a middle-aged man just as he was about to chase out the door:
"Mr. Miller, the total cost of the repairs is 760 million Alliance Coins. Do you want to pay it in installments or all at once?"
The man was very powerful. Under the opponent's aura, the thin man called Miller did not dare to act rashly. He could only grit his teeth and accept it:
"It will be put on the Pendragon royal account."
After he finished speaking, the energy dissipated, and Miller leaned against the wall, panting and sweating.
"I told you, you two are not suitable for each other, so give up as soon as possible. With your dirty thoughts, it's only because Xiao Ming has a good temper, otherwise he would have abandoned your body long ago."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said nothing more.
"I have the final say on whether it's suitable or not. Don't my Pendragon clan deserve to own a divine weapon?"
Watching the middle-aged man walk away, Miller muttered softly, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.
"Oh... I really want to leave deep scars on that tender body."
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At this time, at the corner of the rest area, Lu Yun was holding a little girl who was half a size younger than him, and he and several people looked at each other in confusion. On his wrist was an arm shield about a foot long.
"This is the Beiming Xuanwu Shield, right? It must be!"
For a moment, Zhao Ming doubted the truth of the matter. This mission... seemed to have been completed before it even began?
"Mom, there's a weird uncle who won't let Ming eat candy..."
Ah Ming looked at Lu Yun with tears in his eyes.
Although Lu Yun had prepared himself mentally, it still felt strange to be called "Mom" all of a sudden... However, he did not reject the unexpected feeling.
"Come, mom will give you some candy."
Lu Yun ruffled the little loli's soft and fluffy black hair, then took out a handful of candy from Rong Ji's chest.
Ah Ming looked even younger than Ah Bai, only about two or three years old, with a head of fluffy black hair, a pair of black eyes that were as bright as the starry sky, and a chubby little face that was very cute.
"Hey, mom is so nice. Boo~"
Ah Ming took the candy and came forward with a smile.
Feeling the moisture on his cheeks, Lu Yun smiled helplessly. It was clearly only their first meeting, but it felt like we'd been together for a long time.
I can only say that the connection between the artifact and its spirit is truly amazing.
"So you want to go home with mom?"
Lu Yun took the opportunity to ask, and at the same time stretched out his hand. On the back of his hand was the contract with Abai.
Ah Ming stared at the contract for a long time, then nodded happily.
"Well, Ming wants to be with mom..."
The little hands touched each other, and a soft light lit up between them.
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"Well... our goal has been achieved. Why don't we just go back? Otherwise, we'll have more troubles later."
Zhao Ming had already erected a barrier to confuse the surveillance equipment, while remaining alert to his surroundings.
"You achieved your goal, but I didn't. It's a rare opportunity to come here, so how can we not have some fun?"
Lu Yun put his hands on his hips. Ah Ming behind him followed suit.
"But..." Zhao Ming wanted to say something, but thinking of the other party's strength, he gave up trying to dissuade him: "Forget it, as long as you are happy."
"Let's go see what other fun things the alliance has to offer." Lu Yun said, pulling Chu Chu and running.
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On the other side, Miller had also left the alliance headquarters and returned to the nearby Family Alliance base island.
At this time, he was venting his frustration in the basement
"Damn it! This little bastard rejected me again! Damn it! Damn it!"
The whip with iron plates lashed the thin body of the girl in front of him again and again.
The girl started crying at first, but now she has fainted and has no reaction at all no matter how she is whipped.
Seeing this, he spitted in disdain.
"What a loser! Not even as good as my sister. This one is useless. Take it away for treatment and get me a new one."
After saying this, he untied it and threw it aside like trash. At the same time, he called a blind slave to clean up the mess. This was his personal servant.
"Master, there are no spares. This is the last one..."
The blind slave said tremblingly.
"Then go catch it again!"
"But our recent actions have attracted the attention of the alliance."
Hearing this, he also realized that his energy consumption rate had been too fast recently, so he had to give up.
"Get lost!"
The secret room fell silent again. After a moment, a disembodied voice suddenly rang in his ears:
"What a twisted soul, I like it..."
"Who is playing tricks? Come out!"
Miller was slightly startled and looked around but saw no one. Then he heard the voice again.
“Huh…
The flesh and blood of living beings, the essence of the strong, the souls of the crazy, offer these to me using the formation, and I will give you everything you want..."
The voice rang out again, and a layer of gray mist covered Miller's pupils. He pointed at the unconscious girl bleeding profusely at his feet:
"Then this piece of trash is for you..."
As he spoke, he carved a magic circle according to the sudden addition of content in his memory.
The next moment, the girl suddenly let out an unprecedented howl, and then her body shriveled up and turned into powder.
"A soul sealed in pain... is truly delicious..."
"Hmm... From today on, you are my apostle... Create more such sacrifices for me. Resentment, madness, fear, and pain will become the nourishment for your growth."
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This moment
Similar situations are happening all over the world.
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At the same time, the 38th Abyss Expeditionary Force
Ever since the last time John was taken to the next level by the Dragon Lady, he'd been often alone and in a daze. Although he still participated in combat missions as usual, he just couldn't figure out what he was thinking about all day.
When someone asked him about it, he just gave a perfunctory answer, but that was John's character all along, so no one was too surprised.
At this moment, Wilk saw John in a daze again and couldn't help but step forward and ask:
"John, what are you doing up so late?"
There is no distinction between day and night on the front line, every day is gray, so they have independent schedules.
Feeling someone tapping his shoulder, John turned his head stiffly.
"I'm trying to figure out how to break through your spatial defenses and devour your spirit. Don't mind me. Let me eat some more."
The tone was cold and the sentences were incoherent, like the ravings of a madman. This made Wilk take a step back.
"Hey, John, what's wrong with you? What are you talking about?"
Wilk felt a chill down his spine. He hadn't felt this way for a long time since he broke through the rule level.
"I'm thinking about how to eat your spirit now... Oh... Don't think about it..."
John grabbed Wilk's arm, and silvery white threads began to appear in Wilk's pupils.
Wilk wanted to resist, but John, as a veteran rule-level expert, was obviously much stronger than himself, a newcomer who had only entered the rule-level for less than two years.
With a slight whimper, the camp fell silent again.
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