The mountain master on the city wall was still making unreasonable assumptions that the courtesy of the group of upright female evolutionaries was completely equivalent to playing the piano to a cow as a spiritual body, and he was wrong.
He opened his mouth and smiled without any scruples,
"Tsk, but that's it, you can't communicate in depth~"
The word "deep" is particularly emphasized.
An old man next to him who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old and whose hair was half white sneered twice.
"Young man, this is a bit biased."
Huang Dashan had a question mark on his forehead, picked up the black locust spear and threw it down, nailing several strange beasts to the ground, and said absently,
"Old man, what do you mean? Master Shan, I am a professional!"
The old man smiled and said nothing. He was thin but not short in the slightest. His body was upright. He was sitting in a wheelchair and casually dropped a spear. The light and weak spear did not pierce any of the strange beasts. It fell sideways on the ground with a "pop" sound. on the ground.
Huang Dashan was about to open his mouth to taunt a few words, but he saw several bullocks surrounding the spear suddenly turned around, and their sharp and long horns directly opened the belly of their comrades behind them, and then overturned a dozen strange beasts. Only then was he trampled underfoot by the beast tide.
Master Shan suppressed his words. Could this old man be able to control strange beasts? This is so fucking awesome, I’ve never heard of it!
Not far behind the old man, several young and petite or mature and hot female evolutionaries let out a series of electric screams,
"Wow~"
“Zhouzhou is great~”
“Our family is the best every week!”
"Kouhu, Zhouzhou is mine!"
They all have one thing in common, that is, they are fair-skinned, beautiful, and have long legs. They are all very beautiful.
The old man waved his hand back nonchalantly, even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, his demeanor and aura were not affected at all.
This action immediately made the big girls and young wives who are fanatical fans of the movie scream. Judging from their expressions, they were dripping with sweat and pink-eyed, just like a collective.
Huang Dashan was stunned. Did I see a ghost? !
The old man said calmly,
"The joy of life is short-lived, but the joy of the spirit is absolute. A layman can only touch the cautious temptation of the spirit at the edge through the body, but those who are truly proficient in this way can do the opposite and use simple Mental stimulation brings spirituality and harmony to the extreme at the same time, which is a kind of sublimation!”
Huang Dashan looked at the sky and thought about it decently.
"Does this mean that those who can't lift and whose fingers are not flexible enough can only take the Platonic route?"
That scoundrel actually knows about Plato!
"..."
Mr. Zhou's fingers were trembling, and it looked like a mouthful of blood might spurt out three meters away at any moment.
Huang Dashan said to himself,
"Oh, it's so pitiful. When you get older, you can only use the spiritual victory method... It's so miserable... I really can't bear to hear it..."
Mr. Zhou took a deep breath and decided to give up communicating with this guy in order to avoid being pissed off on the spot.
Mr. Zhou then thought in his mind:
Mr. Zhou's personal ability is spiritual guidance and sorting, but what the Warlock plays is something that directly penetrates into the soul level. The spiritual power of the Warlock is extremely powerful. To put it bluntly, if the Warlock wants to, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman, a human or an animal, As long as you have free will, whether you are a raging sea or a sage is just a matter of mental imprinting. If tens of millions of people in Mingguang can resist this level of things, it will not exceed the number of two hands. This is not even considered. It is an attack method that affects the people around the Lord Warlock and unknowingly brings bad luck to them. This is just a chain reaction caused by the overflow of his mental power that is too strong and cannot be controlled.
"Originally, it seems that he is quite talented. Although it is rare to have two souls packed into one shell, he is not so low-minded as I am."
"Hey, what does this kind of person know? Looking at his smug look, he doesn't even realize what he missed, right?"
"No wonder he can only let another soul fall into deep sleep. It turns out that he doesn't have the talent to control it. Sure enough, when God opens a window for you, he also welds the door shut."
"Well, speaking of which, I have never seen many in my lifetime. How about we find a way to make him kneel in front of me and cry bitterly, begging me to accept him as my disciple and treat him?
"Wait, this guy seems to be Lord Warlock's friend. Why didn't Lord Warlock take action himself? Could it be..."
Mr. Zhou couldn't figure it out for ten thousand times, and then he stopped thinking about it.
"Master Warlock is as good as ever...his thoughts are definitely not something that a scumbag apprentice like me can just guess...every word and every action must have profound meaning!"
He squinted his eyes and turned to look at the warlock's figure, and whispered,
"I really miss the days of being an apprentice beside the warlock..."
As he spoke, he took another look at the missing part below his waist.
"It's a pity that this useless body is so fragile. It was just thrown away in a small experimental accident. It also caused the failure of Lord Warlock's experiment. Lord Warlock, if you wait for Zhou Yi to level up, Zhou Zhou can do it as long as he is level 1." Now that my spiritual power has materialized, I can get rid of the shackles of this useless and extremely fragile body and help you!"
Huang Dashan only felt that something in the eyes of the old man sitting in the wheelchair made him feel chills. Wu Cao, this old man must have some indescribable thoughts about the warlock, he is really playing tricks on his brain. People are all perverts!
It's the integrity of a straight man like me like Mr. Shan who has a high degree of preservation of his integrity. I don't understand what it means at all.
...
At this time, the power of the kerosene under the city had been exhausted, and only a few solitary small flames were still burning under the city. All the carcasses of alien animals that had been piled up on the ground were burned out, and even the descendants of the suspected pitcher plants planted in the pots were burned out. The plants of subsequent generations look a little haggard, but at least they are not on the verge of death.
Bonzai felt a little distressed when he looked at the good thing he had tinkered with, and he muttered and pouted.
"No, it won't bloom and bear seeds at all. The damn kerosene ruined my aunt's big business."
Bonzai waved, and dozens of recorders floating on the city wall arranged themselves again and changed their perspectives, each with their own goals. She still did not forget to draw materials for her unreliable movie.
Potted Plant had a displeased expression on his face, and heard a familiar strange cry from over there, "Oh shit, why are you so unreasonable, old man?!"
Huang Dashan flew straight through the crowd, and some suspicious blue pills were scattered all the way from the palm of his hand.
"Damn, old man, do you know how rare this thing is... Damn it, you picked it up just because you knew what it was... and you can actually eat it? That's nonsense..."
Mr. Zhou snorted coldly, glanced around, and saw the somewhat slack atmosphere of the evolvers. He waved his hand, and dozens of light pink lights jumped from his palms. Evolutionaries with good eyesight can completely see these pale pink lights. This is a kind of insect with tiny spots of light flapping its wings and turning its little head.
They flickered above everyone's head and left a faint mark, then pulled out a long trajectory and flew to the top of another person's head. Their speed became faster and faster until they covered the entire city.
At the end, the flashing light spots above everyone's head suddenly exploded, and all the evolvers were baffled by the foggy and ambiguous pink light.
But soon, they felt their chests were burning and their breathing intensified, and their whole bodies were filled with some kind of power, making them uncomfortable.
"Boom boom boom!"
In the next wave of black locust spears' offensive, the sonic boom forced out by the spear tip increased by at least 30%!
Mr. Zhou looked at Huang Dashan, whose distressed face darkened as he collected the pills all the way back.
"While I'm playing with this, your little cub is still nursing in your mother's arms."
Huang Dashan no longer dared to look down on this skinny old man who had lost half of his body, but he still said unconvinced,
"Do you know what this thing is? Do you know how precious it is? This is the secret treasure of Luan Mountain. In front of it, I guarantee that you can twist your fingers and soften a hundred steel-making eunuchs to stand up to the sky. There is no Luan Mountain." Fifty percent of extinction depends on it, and there is no free love that cannot be achieved in front of it. If you are willing, it can even be across races!"
"Grandpa Dashan, wasn't he just kidding you? How could he be so cruel?"
The people around him rolled their eyes wildly. This unscrupulous guy actually wanted to give blue pills to an old man who had lost his lower body. Damn it, was he still a human?
The old man curled his lips disdainfully,
"It's just a shoddy thing. It only has simple charm and erotic effects. Even the worst quack can squeeze out twenty kilograms a day."
Ignoring Huang Dashan's lustful eyes, the old man pointed at the evolvers on the city wall who were a little excited but still conscious and whose attack power had increased by more than 30%.
"Haha, let's take a look at my little trick first."
Huang Dashan is not stupid, he is just not serious.
"Well, isn't it just a group attack power buff, which can boost morale a little? Mingguang has similar bloodline abilities. At most, if your old man's level is higher, the coverage area will be wider, and the effect will be better."
The old man yelled,
"That's pretty much the same thing, but you know, this... well, what you young people call buff, does it have the same effect as the little blue pill in your hand?"
"Eh??"
Huang Dashan looked around and then at the small pill in his hand, feeling confused.
The old man said,
"This large class of drugs with enchanting and erotic effects was used in large quantities in some countries in ancient times. It can make soldiers passionate, which is also used in wars. If used too much, it can produce unconscious people in batches. Suicide Squad, if used less, is much more effective than Zhuangxing Wine. Oh, by the way, it is said that the improved version is probably the Love Gu in the Miao secret arts. I suspect that some witches in medieval legends have it. Love potions should be of the same ilk.”
Wan, I never expected it!
He, Mr. Huang Dashan, was actually crushed to death by an old man with gray hair in the field he was very good at. Look at what they are playing, how high-end and classy they are; look at yourself again, it is so worthless. Face to face with Mr. Jiangdong.
Mr. Huang puffed out his cheeks full of flesh, glared and choked out a sentence,
"You're not ashamed to be a digger, but you actually gave birth to an evolutive person from Quan Mingguang?"
Mr. Zhou was stunned again, maybe he was angry, who knows.
Huang Dashan glanced at the old man's wheelchair.
"No wonder Confucius once said, 'One testicle is as big as a human egg.' You have nothing... tsk tsk... a hundred thousand evolvers!"
Mr. Zhou, who was still in a daze, unconsciously repeated,
"Are you brave enough to be a master of art?"
Well, I'm afraid the old man hasn't reacted yet.
Master Shan smiled obscenely,
"Listen to my pronunciation, (yi) (gāo) (rén) (dàn) (dà)..."
...
But on the other side, a few tiny pink light spots shuttled between plants that were suspected to be descendants of pitcher plants for a while. These huge plants clearly erupted with unimaginable power, and the beasts underneath were cut into corpses in an instant. Mountains and seas of blood are all turned into nutrients.
The potted plant shouted excitedly,
"Wow, wow, wow, this time it's... It's worth all the efforts I put in to create this little baby. Wow, wow, wow... how much is this worth..."
She was dancing, when unexpectedly, a black thing whizzed over from behind her. The potted plant subconsciously thought of a standard black tiger to dig out the heart, hitting the target's noble buttocks.
The power of the potted plant is not small, it directly stopped this thing.
"Ah, Mr. Shan?"
Huang Dashan stood up unsteadily, rubbed his face and cursed angrily,
"Damn, this old man, hey...he's really dirty."
The potted plants are inexplicable;
"What are you..."
Shan Ye scratched his head,
"Hmm, I told a joke to someone who doesn't understand the joke, ugh..."
The potted plant looked Shan Ye up and down and said disdainfully,
"Is it your cold joke... No wonder... next time you tell a joke, you should choose someone who can beat it."
"Hey, hey, what do you mean by that? Master Shan, I have a very good sense of humor!"
"hehe!"
While they were talking, the person responsible for "protecting" Mr. Shan from the Production Committee chased after him. In fact, these people might not be able to beat Mr. Shan if they were kneaded and tied together. It's just that they all have good skills in escaping. In order to It would be really heart-breaking to avoid a famous stupid guy like Huang Dashan who gets hot and runs to fight the beast horde. Don’t forget that he also has the title of Prince Luanshan on his body. This can’t just be regarded as a crime. Mingguang's own domestic affairs, but diplomatic matters.
Of course, there is some surveillance in it, and the relationship between Luan Shan and Ming Guang is still very fragile.
Potted Plant held his chin and looked at the many awakened people at the gap in the city wall under his feet. His eyes wandered back and forth between Kong Yi and Lin Chou.
"Hey, I'm so angry. Which one should I choose...a handsome guy or a handsome uncle...it's so difficult..."
Huang Dashan gave the most pertinent advice without thinking.
"Young people have good physical strength, and uncles have many tricks!"
It was as if the potted plant suddenly realized something.
"Yes, of course I choose the rich one!!"
Huang Dashan will never fall.
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