The immortality characteristic did not take effect, and the heart pierced by bone spurs showed no signs of healing.
Shiratori Ryosuke's consciousness also began to form quickly.
But before his consciousness completely dissipated, he still felt an inexplicable familiarity.
This technique of casually throwing out a sharp object from a distance of more than ten meters and piercing one's heart directly... How come I have seen it somewhere before?
Shannan Yiren Market?
Shiratori Ryosuke's eyes gradually enlarged, and the figure of the red velociraptor in his sight gradually overlapped with a certain figure in his memory.
"It's you……"
At the last moment, he vaguely saw a bloody mouth getting bigger and bigger from far to near, enveloping him.
The depth of his throat was like a bottomless abyss, eventually turning into endless darkness to cover him.
[Obtain 0.01% of "human" genes...]
"Brother Hunter, where did he go? You have no bad news. He will go home and wait for you for a while." The old mechanical valet carrying a vegetable basket smiled at the Tyrannosaurus under the screen.
There was a vague suspicion in his heart, but the tyrannosaurus still rushed back very slowly.
The point is that he came back with that robot, not another older male alien!
The quiet room is half light and half dark. On the bright side is a long table with eighty simple oil lamps placed underneath. On the dark side there is only a futon. A figure in gold robe is kneeling on the futon, facing more White and dark corners.
Lupine could feel the fullness receding, but not quickly.
Lu Ping thought to himself, and then his body gradually changed and returned to the appearance of an upright lizard man. Ghost Horse Blade Ji has always seen this image of herself.
"Your Majesty." Slowly, no one opened the door of the quiet room, and they knelt respectfully at the door.
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It was a wooden quiet room, and the smell of precious spices melted in the air, even permeating the door and floor.
"How's it going, Brother Hunter?" The male mechanical cowboy turned his revolver in his other hand and looked at Yin Su with a smile, "You finally helped him catch the person he wanted!"
But when Yin Su used her electronic device to connect to the Internet again, she found that you had left a message for herself.
[Obtain 10 moles of "Pandora's Substance"...]
"What, he's curious? Want to study?" Ghost Saber Girl shrugged, "The body of Qi Zhuan is just smaller. What's the matter? Before you forced me to ask about Chen Xin's whereabouts, I said Let’s light the fire.”
"Actually, you asked for another piece of information from Lupine Kawamura. You thought he might be interested." Ghost Saber Princess thought about it for a while, but she still said it.
There are no alloy shackles under your bare ankles, and your hands are tied tightly with ropes. The other end of the extended rope is firmly grasped by the cowboy male robot.
"So, according to what he said later..." The male mechanical cowboy put the pistol back under his belt and wiped the leather buckle of his belt with his head raised, "Is he going to leave Neptune City next?"
He also knows that if he devours seven rounds, he can get a lot more, or even less.
"Ryosuke, my arms." A hint of sadness flashed between the brows of the young man in golden robe, "He seems to have died a very frustrated death... Worry, if you cut off my right and left arms, I will ignore it, yes." No matter who the perpetrator is, you will make me die a hundred times happier than him!"
Ghost Saber Princess, who has not fulfilled her promise, is no longer hiding it now, but reveals her plan to secretly repair Gang Jiahe and deliberately attract and ambush the deceased Kawamura Yin Su of the seventh rank.
And whether it was Rank Seven, the deceased Kawamura Lupine, or Gang Jiahe, they all knew where they had gone.
"Perhaps not too long ago, the hundreds of shrine guilds in Neptune City were going to stage a small operation together. Then we suddenly joined forces to suppress the Garbage Bug Alliance. Maybe we were also clearing the way for that incident..."
Swallowing at the seventh level, there are no 10 moles of Panshaola material, which is ten times more than at the eighth level.
The golden robe with dragon patterns that seems exaggerated to modern people actually fits me perfectly.
After circling deep in the garbage mountain, Tyrannosaurus discovered that Ghost Sword was used to repair Gang Jiahe's building.
The hollowed-out garbage mountain has not completely collapsed and turned into rubble.
"It's time to go back... I don't know if the ghost sword has taken care of that toad."
"The Neptune City is really mysterious. Everyone knows where the weaklings come from." Tyrannosaurus changed his expression, "Oh, by the way, he came to drive the Gangjia Crane to chase Lupin Kawamura. Where is he?" Who killed me completely? The body of the deceased in the seventh turn...is it still there?"
"Finally..." Yin Su felt a stone fall in his heart. He smiled but pretended to be stupid, "How did he do it?"
"Oh? It seems that Shi Gu is not a fool anymore... Anyway, just go there in person and persuade these stubborn old guys." The young man in gold robe narrowed his eyes.
"But right now, there are no more important things to do... Ryousuke would probably mind stepping down to the next level." The young man in gold robe sighed slowly and reached out to pinch out the smoking wick.
"How are the preparations for the Night Festival of the Hundred Gods? Have many of the God Lords refused?"
Your face is pale and your eyes are blank, but you are no longer in a coma or awake state, but are stumbling on your own.
The red velociraptor, which had loaded the triploids and swallowed the fourth-level undead in one gulp, finally couldn't help but burp.
"Ryosuke...is dead?" This person spoke in a Yue Gao voice, with a gentle tone, but it made people feel chills on their spines for no reason.
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Looking back, the oil lamp illuminated my face. It was a young woman with extremely fair skin. She had rosy eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and the bridge of her nose and lip lines were very rough. However, she looked girly, but not inexplicably noble.
"Huh?" The golden-robed figure turned back quickly.
Tyrannosaurus knows that if "you" are the body of the Ghost Sword, it is just a complicated program that transmits messages.
That's the point.
Of course, the red dragon suddenly appeared in the middle, and the young samurai in white clothes who drove the dragon's familiar were also mentioned.
The wick was hot and red, but the two thin white fingers of the young man in golden robe didn't seem to care about the temperature and snuffed it out completely with a "chi" sound.
"Back to the Prince's Palace... the eighty god-level gods have not nodded yet! The eighty-one ghost-level god-lords also dare to disobey you... except for the demon-god in the middle, a total of eight have not yet agreed. "
"Hiccup~so full."
"..." The tyrannosaurus said the right thing, knowing that the seven-turn body he was thinking about was going to work.
"Come here." The young man in gold robe clapped his hands.
It’s not just the material level of satiety… what’s more serious is the inner feeling of fullness!
"That little action is said to be something called the "Hundred Gods Night Festival". "Well, it's time."
The Tyrannosaurus's nose twitched slightly, and it seemed to be slightly relieved as it moved forward.
At your residence, you played with the alien children for a while, and the ghost knife came back as expected. This time you used another male robot body dressed as a cowboy.
The smell information is exactly the same...that's not Xi Xin!
Xi Xin!
The young man in golden robe stared intently at the smoke line of the extinguished oil lamp. The smoke line did not go straight down, but twisted back and forth.
The wind came from nowhere and suddenly blew out an oil lamp.
"It's bad, it will burn if it burns." The Tyrannosaurus shrugged, but did not continue to struggle.
