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It seems like something has been missed.
The young man looked down at his intact body, feeling the gazes of those around him, some inquiring, some pleased.
He suddenly rushed in front of Lin Yin, pulled his hair and lowered his head.
Staring at the little fat boy with a pair of dead fish eyes, he grinned with endless malice: "What don't you want?"
"A little baby who was dragged into the main system to make up the numbers and give himself up to death, Yu'er doesn't want to be like this."
"Hahaha."
As if he had discovered something very funny, he laughed heartily at the little fat boy on the long table.
The little fat boy was frightened by the young man who suddenly approached him, and looked at Lin Yin's painful face as his hair was pulled.
Tears rolled down his red eyes, like a poor little tiger who couldn't find his family.
"Let me go." The little fat boy shed tears and tried hard to tear off the young man's restraints on Lin Yin.
But when the little fat boy stretched out his hand, the young man pinched his face with so much force that white marks appeared on the little fat boy's cheeks.
"Hmm."
He is so pitiful and so cute.
The crowd couldn't bear it, and the big man who was about to stand by and watch suddenly stood up and said, "Let him go."
The young man became more aggressive and tried to snatch the little fat baby from Lin Yin's arms.
But the next second, expressions of extreme horror appeared on the faces of the people sitting upright at the dinner table.
It seemed as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
The chill spread, and the young man let go of the hand that was pinching the little fat boy's face. His heart was beating fast, and he held on to his body: "Don't play this with me--"
“Pah—”
Icy liquid, cold enough to penetrate into the bone marrow, dripped down the young man's arms.
The young man took a few steps forward, his expression became extremely frightened, and he opened his mouth to ask for help.
But the mouth that spoke all those evil words had been sewn shut with dense stitches.
Blood kept oozing from the place where the needle and thread passed through.
Blood gathered from his lips at his chin and dripped onto the ground.
He turned his head stiffly, his fingers trembling as if trying to break free: "Uh-huh"
He was using an item, an SSS-level item dropped by his dungeon boss, which was the foundation of his livelihood.
It can pull him back to the main god space the moment it is used.
With such a prop and his own strength being quite good, he acted a little too arrogantly.
Fortunately, the props were as powerful as ever, and after a moment, he landed in the central square.
I just don’t know what the stitches on his mouth were made of, but any injury would be healed upon returning to the space.
But the needle and thread in his mouth didn't move at all.
But the young man didn't care about all that at this moment, his eyes were gleaming with relief.
"Oh my god, the sky is falling!"
A cry of surprise came from the side, and the young man subconsciously raised his head, and saw that the main god space seemed to be eroded by something, and the surging fog was overwhelming.
It was cold, and he was shivering.
An endless chill surged in my heart: "Uh—ah!" I was wrong!
But the fog came straight towards him, swallowed him up, and then dissipated in the main god space.
The survivors who came to play were still in shock: "The boss of Yan's Manor!"
"The one who died was the sixth-ranked arsonist!"
"How could that existence chase into the main divine space?"
Endless doubts spread, but the dark fog had already left.
At the moment the young man disappeared, the little fat boy was still comforting Lin Yin in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, Guoguo, the flying rabbit won't bite you."
Although he didn't know why Feitu came out so late, the little fat boy was not afraid.
He still had a lot of treasures given to him by Ding Ding. He said they were all stolen and told the little fat boy to use them without worry.
The two-year-old chubby baby doesn't know what stealing is.
The survivors sitting at the long table looked at each other in confusion. The big man who had spoken for the fat kid swallowed his saliva and said, "Kid—"
Before he could finish his words, a corpse was engulfed in dark mist and thrown onto the dining table.
Those exquisite foods with charming aromas were smashed to pieces.
As if seeing some treasure, the mist swirled around the little fat boy and stretched out a black finger.
Poked the little fat boy's cheek.
The mist gurgled as if it was boiling, as if it was seeking credit.
The little fat boy stretched out his hand, clasped his black fingers together, and whispered, "Flying Rabbit."
The fog stagnated for a moment, then continued to tremble and surge, as if it was extremely angry.
The little fat boy was a little at a loss, but then he thought with confidence that he didn't blame Feitu.
I called it, but it didn't come out.
The fish was almost bullied.
It turned into a pitch-black ball, but the fish didn't even mind!
The little fat boy, who had convinced himself, puffed up his cheeks and was about to argue with Feitu when he saw something spit out from the surging mist.
The little fat boy's eyes widened as he looked at the flying rabbit standing on the ground shaking its fur, and then at the rolling fog.
Feitu ran to the little fat cub with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, and started crying.
"Roar." Boy, this thing is too scary. Let's go back quickly.
The little fat boy struggled out of Lin Yin's arms and ignored the roaring Feitu.
His clear and innocent eyes were filled with confusion as he gradually walked into the fog.
Lin Yin's breath was choked: "Don't go."
He spoke too quietly. That was part of the dungeon boss. Didn't you see that the little guy's trump cards were all exposed?
The trump card Feitu: If you can do it, go ahead.
"The fish are not afraid." The little fat boy patted his chest and told Lin Yin.
Then he gradually approached the fog, with the inky color surging.
The entire manor was shaking, as if letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
The fog rolled and jumped, carefully protecting the baby in its arms.
The man with his eyes closed, as white as ice and snow, noticed the movement of the mist and frowned: "Shut up."
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