"Just, just die like that?!"
Feng Jian Yuxiang watched with her own eyes a person who was about to step into the holy level, brandishing a sword and killing himself in front of her. She felt very unbelievable, as if the world had become unreal.
"If a mortal wants to step onto the holy steps, he must go through thousands of tempers and polishing like fire and gold! By the time he takes the last step, his mind has already become crystal clear, and everything will not haunt his heart. But like Azathoth, Such demon gods are different. They are the leaders of the gods when they are born. They have their own rules and skill trees. They have only two stages in their lives - being awesome and being even more awesome! They don't even have natural enemies. They were once imprisoned by ancient gods and are already the greatest. Despite the setbacks, life has been smooth sailing. The mind seems huge but is actually very fragile and vulnerable!"
Lu Yuan's words were like a knife, and he stripped Azathoth cleanly in an instant, and his tone seemed cold and ruthless. However, his pride was not due to arrogance or boasting, but because he actually killed a holy demon god as a foreshadowing, so he naturally had strong persuasive power.
"Maybe it's a coincidence... Besides, how could you have guessed that it was so ugly that it would commit suicide? It's impossible to guess!" Feng Jian Yuxiang retorted in a different direction unconvinced. Speaking of which, she actually felt that she was very worried about Lu Yuan. She tried her best to kill the God of Blood and rushed over, but in the end, this guy took down his opponent after sleeping comfortably... so she was very unhappy.
"Of course I can guess it." Lu Yuan chose to continue to show off - this guy's IQ was obviously off the line to take a rest.
He came to the pile of ashes after Azathoth's death - Azathoth was so ugly that he didn't even want to leave his corpse behind. It lit itself into a torch at the end of its life - Lu Yuan stretched out his hand and picked up the ashes from the ashes. The burning sword of judgment.
He waved his hand casually, and the flame on the sword extinguished, revealing the straight spine and curved single edge - it could be that sword if it wasn't Lu Yuan's "Chu Qing"! Youxiang bit her lower lip angrily, arguing that it was pointless. Azathoth even used Lu Yuan's sword to commit suicide in the end. Would you believe it if he wasn't plotted from beginning to end?
I can't say enough about this bastard...
So Feng Jian Youxiang raised her right fist (Sunflower Field also raised her right fist), "Ada~" and punched Lu Yuan away!
The woman did not move her hands or speak.
I saw Lao Lu being slapped on those iron hands like a gecko that had been slapped flat.
Youxiang then put down her fist with a smile and said something very insincere.
"Sorry, my hands were slippery."
After calling it a day, Feng Jian Youxiang switched the "Sunflower Field" to cruise mode and prepared to return - with Lu Yuan's teleportation technique, there was no need to fight out along the original path. However, after waiting for seven or eight minutes, Lu Yuan still sat on the iron hand and refused to come back.
"A man with a small belly," Youxiang instantly labeled him, and deliberately let him hear it... The women on the Dawn are not stupid, Maoyan feminism, and this is definitely not mentioned in a place where women can get privileges! Nowadays, even Youxiang can easily act coquettishly and act cute to gain an advantage.
Taking advantage of Lao Lu's machismo to gain benefits is a universal skill that everyone must learn, without any psychological burden.
Under normal circumstances, Feng Jian Youxiang only needs to say this. As long as Lao Lu still has breath, even if he doesn't stop vomiting blood, he still has to get up and act like a tough guy with a big spirit (?). That's right, Lao Lu is the kind of man in scumbag novels who can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman, which makes the majority of male compatriots want to get rid of him!
But this time Feng Jian Youxiang's trick failed. Lao Lu still didn't come back and even waved her over.
"Hey, how long are you going to keep pretending? I, I didn't slap you with the powerful Vajra Palm." Youxiang admitted her mistake in disguise. Her eyes quickly looked up and down Lao Lu's body, making sure that no serious injuries such as broken bones, severed limbs, punctures, broken eggs, etc. were found, and she felt a little more confident.
"I'm thinking about a problem..." Lu Yuan sat beside the iron palm in the shape of a meditator and said in a deep and slow tone. "Do you know? I broke into this world to chase someone. I didn't know that this was the territory of Cthulhu before I came in."
"oh?"
"Why do I have to sleep on these hands? It's because I'm waiting for that guy to come out! Although I'm not sure, I know that guy is hiding in this pile of debris... hiding his kingdom from someone. into the digested items, and then put them into Azathoth’s stomach—I have to say that the person we are guarding is a very smart guy!”
"Haha~" Feng Jian Youxiang knows who he is guarding! She immediately snapped her fingers together and said with a ferocious smile, "Where is the Painting King? Catch him and I promise not to beat him to death!"
Since Lu Yuan was so solemn, who else could be guarding his body besides the Painting King?
"It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here!" Feng Jian Youxiang said with a beaming eyebrow, "I thought that guy escaped again this time!"
Lu Yuan wanted to complain, "Your Chinese is so good, you can even use poetry!"
But I struggled for a long time between "I want to complain" and "I am seeking death", and finally chose to give up. Today’s m is already quite filling, so I’ll save it for next time.
"...Originally I wanted to wait for him to come out and surrender." Lao Lu took a deep breath and changed the subject. "After all, the purpose of our regiment is 'to be given leniency if you confess, and go to jail; to be punished if you resist, go home for the New Year' (you seem to have said it wrong), but now the situation has changed!" Lao Lu's voice was professional. He was deeply saddened and said, "You shouldn't, you shouldn't witness the scene of domestic violence!"
Feng Jian Youxiang opened her mouth wide, what did he say? !
"Since you saw something you shouldn't have seen, if I don't kill you, where will my face go? When the rumors spread that I, Lu Yuan, am a henwife, will I still be regarded as the leader of the martial arts alliance? I will lose my status in the world. ? I'm sorry, my friend, I'm in a dilemma too, but you leave me with no choice!" His voice was bleak, "Because you know too much..."
Youxiang's mouth grew bigger and bigger, because she saw Lu Yuan talking to himself with a sad face, as if he was struggling and suffering in his heart! What a hard choice!
But in reality?
He's laying traps everywhere!
What's even more funny is that as Lu Yuan confesses his thoughts, a broken brush inserted in the gap of the pile of garbage is slowly moving to the edge.
Move, move, and then step into the pit under the amused gazes of Lu Yuan and Youxiang.
The cosmic super invincible thunderbolt and lightning mousetrap made of giga-level metal materials clamps the brush firmly with just a "click"! With a scream, a young man in a green shirt rolled out of the brush holding his feet.
When he had finished shouting and remembered what the situation was, he looked up tremblingly. Two terrifying black figures had covered the sky above him.
"Hehehe~" Lu Yuan smiled evilly and took out the Chuqing sword; "Hehehehe~" Youxiang smiled evilly and picked up a hammer as big as a watermelon!
"Don't hit me!" The Painting King huddled up, his voice filled with tears.
"I, I am Ma Liang...the Ma Liang of the magic pen Ma Liang."
