Seeing Jin Qing standing up and vomiting blood, 707 was very emotional: Stop pretending after being beaten like this.
The demons brought in by Jin Qing had already started eating crazily.
Jin Qing spat out mucus on the ground and looked at the huge fat man seriously: She did not have an advantage in size.
The fat man was more flexible than she thought. Before she could even touch him, he punched him in the chest.
It seems that if she wants to win, she must first get close to the fat man.
At this time, he saw that the fat man, who was still a little stupid just now, had slowly stood up.
His body was originally more than three meters tall. After standing up, all the fat on his body flowed to the ground. His feet could not be seen at all, and he looked like a solid mountain of meat.
After standing up, the fat man's face changed rapidly, and densely packed mouths appeared on his head and body, each mouth full of teeth.
Then he moved his arms, and the pool of fat on his arms quickly swung towards Jin Qing, and dozens of mouths on the fat bit at Jin Qing at the same time.
Jin Qing hurriedly stepped aside, but who knew that Fatty's other hand had already hit her from the other direction.
Jin Qing quickly retreated, but his chest was bitten by one of the mouths, tearing off a layer of flesh.
Jin Qing snorted and hid in the corner again: She couldn't get close to this fat man, so she had to suffer like this.
Jin Qing narrowed her eyes, or she could feed the fat man with one hand, and then beat him to death with a stick. Anyway, she didn't want to be pressed and beaten by the fat man all the time.
Thinking of this, Jin Qing stretched out an arm and directly hit the fat man's fist. Feeling the tearing pain on his arm, Jin Qing quickly picked up the mace with his other hand and smashed it towards the fat man's arm.
In the flash of lightning, the fat man, who had just entered a blackened and violent state, spit out Jin Qing's arm and stepped back in an instant, shouting to Jin Qing: "No fight, no fight."
Jin Qing took two steps towards the fat man with the mace in hand, but saw that the fat man had already sat down on the ground, grabbing something and stuffing it into his mouth, while looking at the mace in Jin Qing's hand angrily: "No. Hit, you go, the door is behind you."
Being fat does not mean being stupid. Although he is just a trace of consciousness left by the Gluttonous Lord, he can keenly feel danger. For example, just now, he felt...destruction...
After saying this, he picked up the fat on his arm and quickly smashed it at the demons squatting on the ground eating: "Spit them all out for daddy." Since you can't be daddy's food, don't eat daddy's food.
Jin Qing looked at the fat man with side eyes, and took a few tentative steps towards the fat man with a mace in his hand: just now, this fat man was so arrogant that he wanted to eat her, how could he become so pure and kind in an instant.
But the fat man looked motionless, still sitting on the ground eating wildly.
But Jin Qing soon discovered the clues. Every time she took a step, the fat man would step back without leaving a trace. Although he did not stand up, the food on the ground was dragged out with a trace by his body.
Jin Qing originally wanted to attack the fat man again, but he didn't expect that the fat man would turn his back and give her a backbone: "If you don't fight, I lose. You can't attack someone who admits defeat." As a monarch, he has no other advantages. , the main thing is to know the appearance.
The momentum of the mace just now was completely different from when Jin Qing attacked him for the first time. He felt the fear of being swallowed up.
Jin Qing held the mace, walked to the fat man cautiously, and stabbed the fat man with the mace: "I want to run away after beating you. How can it be so cheap?"
But before the mace could touch the fat man, the fat man had already fallen to the ground. He stretched out his hand to Jin Qing as he was dying: "You actually attacked a surrenderer!"
Jin Qing: "..." If you hadn't kept stuffing food into your mouth with your other hand, I might have believed it!
Stomping on the fat man's head, Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the fat man with side eyes: "How do you calculate my medical expenses?"
The fat man was also aware of the situation, and his fat hand, which seemed to be inflated, pointed in the distance: "You can take away the food on the ground and the weapons in the corner."
Jin Qing looked around and found a rusty sickle lying where the fat man was pointing, and there was a long chain attached to the sickle.
Jin Qing looked back at the fat man: "I want valuable things!" She didn't want these rags.
The fat man was careful not to let his fat touch Jin Qing's mace: "I don't even have any clothes on me. Do you think I can have anything valuable?"
Jin Qing: "..." That makes sense!
Although he didn't know why the fat man gave up so easily, Jin Qing still walked to the corner vigilantly and put away the sickle with the chain: This time, he suffered a big loss.
Feeling that the threat had been removed, the fat man sat up again and slapped the demons who had stolen the food with his fat: "I told you to spit it out for dad, do you want to die?" These useless trash actually wanted to eat his food.
Taking pictures of every last drop of the food that the demons had just eaten, the fat man grabbed it with his big hand and squeezed all the demons into a ball and held it in his hand.
Then the fat man took out an object similar to a glass bottle from his ear, stuffed the three thousand demons into the bottle and handed it to Jin Qing: "This is easy to carry." After all, he is the incarnation of the consciousness of one of the Seven Lords, so this little thing can still Did it.
707: "..." He never thought that this is how the devil bottle that imprisoned the devil came from.
Jin Qing reached out to take the devil bottle and saw that the devils in the devil bottle were all as big as millet.
But the strange thing is that she can actually see the expressions of these demons on these millets.
Holding the demon bottle in her hand, Jin Qing jumped directly on the fat man and pulled the fat man's other ear: "Is there any more?" Although she didn't know what it was, her intuition told her that it was very useful.
Fatty: "..." Why is this little monster kicking his nose in the face?
In desperation, the fat man could only take out the bottle from the other ear and give it to Jin Qing, and told Jin Qing that when he wanted to use these demons, he did not need to break the bottle, he just had to think about the demon he wanted to summon and pour the bottle. Just come here.
When encountering a disobedient demon, if the opponent's ability is inferior to his, Jin Qing can just poke the bottle at the opponent and put the demon into the bottle...
After hearing what the fat man said, Jin Qing raised his eyebrows: This thing is really good!
After seeing this situation, a dozen high-level demons looked at each other and asked, "Did Lord Beelzebub's consciousness betray us all?"
The only medium-level demon who controlled the monarch's space quietly curled his lips: Can you please remove the word "no"? We can't defeat that low-level demon now!
It sure is much easier to put the devil in a bottle.
At the very least, Jin Qing can carry the demon bottle around instead of driving these demons forward like a donkey.
