“Self-explosion?”

Vigil was stunned.

Only then did I realize that the power I released when I was extremely angry seemed to have exceeded the range that the small world of Baikou could bear.

If you don’t stop at this time, you will continue to be in a stalemate.

Even if the man in the red dress below did not self-destruct, he would probably be able to stop the rules of the small world from being able to stop the phantom of the ancient books when he "hand of the sky" smashed the phantom of the ancient books.

and……

The seventh leader of the "Sacred Slave" is so weak?

The vague feeling of something wrong made the night watch spirit stagnate.

What a person the storyteller below was? He immediately noticed this opportunity and immediately moved his broken arms forcibly and pinched his fingers.

"Yin and Yang Life and Death?, Seal!"

In an instant, the phantom of ancient books opened the "hand of killing the sky", and then turned the pages rustling.

Until a blank page appears, the magnificent light palm that seems to be able to overturn the sky and the earth turns into flowing light and is introduced into the ancient book space.

“Boom!”

After the flowing light was over, the phantom of ancient books shook.

As if overwhelmed, some sound of space shattering came from it.

The storyteller turned around and suddenly escaped dozens of feet away.

"Damn it, if I hadn't just brought a phantom over, even if I had just incarnated my body, I could have blocked you." He was secretly annoyed.

Last time in the Red-clothed Base, although he had transformed himself into an outsider, he was carrying "Yin and Yang Life and Death?" as he had originally gone there.

Naturally, even if Hei Ming has the ability to cut the top of the Tao, he is not his own enemy.

But this time I entered the White Cave, and the original body and "Yin and Yang Life and Death?" originally had more critical tasks.

He was just looking for "reminder" and seeking fun, and then exploring the external incarnation of the situation in Baiku. What qualifications are he qualified to fight with "yin and yang life and death?"?

If I really don’t stop, I would say that I would be killed by one round!

"Saint slave?"

The night watchman took his hands and took the night back to himself, and said indifferently: "The seventh leader of the Holy Slave, the storyteller?"

"good."

The storyteller raised his chin proudly and did not deny it.

He swallowed a pill and the injuries on his body recovered quickly.

"Seventh Commander, so weak?"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"weak?"

Storytellers were so angry that they couldn't stand such arrogant and arrogant people.

But now...

 The strength is completely unequal.

This guy just cuts the top of the Tao, and he is the power of Taixu that he can inexplicably realize after having the Nine Death Thunder Tribulation.

People are the slaughter and I am the slaughter.

What can I do?

"I just got injured by the bomb, otherwise, a finger could squeeze you out. Do you believe it?" The storyteller curled his lips.

"Blasting injury..."

chewing on this word at night.

I think if nothing unexpected happens, this storyteller fought against an unknown ghost beast, which caused an explosion?

"I have a few problems, and you need to cooperate." The vigil took a step forward and moved forward.

“Swoosh!”

The storyteller was like a frightened bird, retreating immediately.

"Can you run away?"

The vigil was shrunk into the ground, hanging from afar.

The storyteller's body stopped and finally stopped.

"I don't want to answer, you've hit me!" He pouted, rubbed his index finger, and burst into tears.

"I!"

I immediately got goose bumps from the soles of my feet and my whole body was covered with my body.

This kind of delicate momentum attack is even stronger than giving him a sword, a rough man with a bad temper.

"You can choose to self-destruct, anyway, I can take it and maintain the balance of operation of the White Cave Small World."

After a deep breath at night, he continued, "But you can also choose to talk to me calmly and live a life!"

The storyteller weighed the pros and cons, and found that he was no match for this guy at all at this moment, so he nodded helplessly.

“Okay!”

"I just promised you, just don't be too rough!"

"KaKa——"

The fist of the vigil was clattering.

He can't stand it anymore!

"First of all, the conversation is OK, but in the communication with me, don't have tones like 'a', 'la', 'a', 'a'."

"He claimed that he would not use 'other'!" He held his breath.

"You don't like it?"

The storyteller's eyes rolled and said in a sweet voice: "Then... Is that?"

"Bang!"

The void was blown up directly.

The way of heaven has collapsed.

  Status is calm at night, but he is not angry and powerful.

The storyteller covered his chest in shock, subconsciously pursed his lips, "I'm scared to death."

Vigil: “…”

Finished!

This guy has become a habit and can't change it at all, right?

He breathed heavily and tried his best to calm himself down.

The rule of red clothes is that you should not easily reveal your emotions in front of any prisoner.

Obviously, I have done very poorly just now.

"Quiet."

"From now on, what do I ask and what do you answer."

"Apart from that, let me say something more..."

The night watchman's eyes narrowed, and his eyes looked solemn: "Kill you!"

"oh."

The storyteller clamped his legs, folded his hands together, and stroked them to his waist, "I... understand!"

The corners of his mouth twitched at night.

“Ask a question!”

Before he could speak, the storyteller raised his hand like a good baby and said timidly: "I...uh, I...uh, can I change my skirt? I said so much blood..."

He frowned and lowered his head.

I was displeased as I watched my newly changed red dress stained with the smell of blood again.

Vigil let himself loosen his fists and said in a deep voice: "Another add, you don't have the right to ask questions!"

"oh."

"I know!"

The eyelids of vigil were pounding wildly, and he could not help it.
To be continued...