"......" Hu Wei didn't say anything, just nodded and said no more.
When Dayi saw that Mr. Hu was silent, he realized that the other party had probably fought a tough battle. His face turned serious and he said, "Who did you run into?"
"Lin Xi, he has combined [Annihilation], which is a bit troublesome."
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Trial, a city in an unknown location.
In the basement filled with the smell of blood, six players tied to the wall opened their eyes one after another. After everyone could see each other clearly, a pastry chef easily broke free from his restraints and took out a retro wooden box.
He smiled playfully, picked up a cake from the wooden box, and then in front of everyone, made the cake disappear into his palm.
"What a coincidence! It looks like some people won't be able to eat the cakes I made."
Then he put the wooden box on the ground and greeted everyone politely:
“Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Shu, and I’m a pastry chef. I wanted to entertain you all, but something unexpected happened today, so I may not be able to take care of you all. Please help yourselves.
As for me...I met someone I didn't like, so I probably got a little angry."
As he said this, he raised his hand, destroyed the ropes in front of him, and let go of the player who was tied to the wall opposite him.
"Skeleton Xiaoqiang, today I want to see how many lives you have!"
Yes, the player opposite the pastry chef was none other than Zhang Jizu with squinting eyes, but this Chosen One of Death had obviously forgotten about him. However, after seeing his power of annihilation, he nodded thoughtfully.
Since they are rivals, it is not surprising that there is hatred between them.
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and looked around. After seeing the identity of his teammates, he suddenly realized:
“So it’s you, it seems something unpleasant happened the last time we met.
But I need to correct one thing, the skeleton of cockroaches grows on the surface of their bodies, so the term 'skeleton cockroach' is a repetitive and incorrect expression. I hope you can correct it next time.
Also, I'm not sure how many lives I have, but I think I have at least more than you."
"..." The eyes of the teammates who were watching the show suddenly became hot. The smell of gunpowder at the beginning was a bit too strong.
Mo Shu sneered and didn't waste time talking to Zhang Jiuzu. Instead, he rushed forward directly in this narrow underground space. For a warrior, no matter how much he talked, it would not be as satisfying as fighting.
However, if he could disgust the opponent during the fight, he would be willing to use slanderous means.
"Oh, after I kill you, I will carry your head to meet the fortune-teller named Cheng!"
Mo Shu moved quickly. He directly destroyed all obstacles in front of him and punched directly at the squinting man's face. Zhang Jizu's reaction was not slow either. Seeing that the opponent was bullying him with fists and feet, he instantly got ready, ready to exchange physical skills with this opponent.
But no matter how fast a pastor reacts, he can't be faster than a...
assassin!
"Bang--"
Mo Shu's fist did not hit Mimiyan's face, nor was it blocked by Mimiyan. Instead, it was blocked by an agile assassin and stopped in front of him by a hair's breadth.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the basement raised their eyebrows, Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes, Mo Shu's face darkened and he turned to look at the assassin who accidentally intervened and said coldly:
"You want to save him?"
"No, no, no, I don't need to save the Chosen One of Death. I just want to ask you about that fate weaver named Cheng you mentioned...
Could it be Cheng Shi?"
Mo Shu's eyes fixed, and he instantly retreated, staring at the other person without saying a word.
Instead, he squinted his eyes and nodded, and replied slowly: "It's him."
The assassin raised his lips and smiled happily: "You and him...?"
"Not familiar." Zhang Jiuzu said expressionlessly.
"Oh, I see." The assassin nodded meaningfully, then looked at Mo Shu who was not far away and said with a smile, "Hey, that pastry chef, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before, but I forgot. But it doesn't matter. What I want to say is, do you have a conflict with the young priest?"
"So what?"
“Simple, if there is, wouldn’t it be nice to just resolve the conflict?
You said...right?"
As soon as the words fell, a dim light flashed, and a melee broke out in the dim basement.
The power of faith was mixed and intertwined, and soon the entire space could no longer withstand the horrific power fluctuations, and with a loud bang, it collapsed completely.
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