After dealing with Xue Yuyu, Mr. Huang finally received a call from Mao Mao.
Huang Erye was a little surprised, because the original plan was to ask the fox to reply to him. If there was no accident, it would be impossible for the kitten to contact him. Now that the kitten is calling, it means that something has definitely happened to the fox.
Although Mr. Huang had thought that something had happened to the dark chess team, he still felt a sense of trance when the reality was before his eyes, because the fox was originally his most trusted trump card, even more than the black and white evil spirits.
The fox has been working with him since a long time ago, and the black and white Shuangsha joined in the middle. Of course, their position in his mind is different.
Now that Mao Mao's injury had recovered somewhat, he ran to a place with signal and called Mr. Huang.
She didn't dare to treat Mr. Huang lightly. If she did anything wrong, she would be the one pushed into the incinerator.
"Master, this is the general situation." Mao Mao roughly told Mr. Huang the whole story of what happened today.
Mr. Huang still couldn't believe it. He wanted to confirm again, so he asked again: "Fox, is he really dead?"
The kitten sighed and replied: "Master, yes, the fox was killed. Although I am also sad, please don't be too sad, master."
Although the fox had no feelings for the kitten, the kitten was pretty good to the fox. She had always regarded the fox as her good brother, so the death of the fox made her depressed for a time. At the same time, she also hated herself for not fighting to save the fox's life. Instead, he chose to live on his own.
There is no big deal between life and death, and human nature is complex. The kitten did have the ability to save the fox's life at that time, but if she saved the fox, she would lose the chance of survival. If she is not a loved one or a close friend, who would be willing to sacrifice his life to save an outsider? Woolen cloth.
Mr. Huang is not sad, he is just a little regretful. The fox is his right-hand man and provides him with a lot of information. Now that the fox is dead, he is blind.
"Who is the one who is fighting fiercely with the three of you? That Long Zi? Or someone from the old Longmen department?" Huang Erye asked Mao Mao.
Mao Mao said: "It's not Longzi, it's a person from the old Longmen department. His name is Li Si. He is very short. He seems to have dwarfism and has never grown taller. But the three of us underestimated each other's strength. , unexpectedly none of the three are his opponents."
Mr. Huang frowned again and said, "So, Man Niu is also dead?"
The kitten said: "Master, the bull is dead. He was killed by that little dwarf before the fox."
Huang Erye's face became more and more ugly. Although the three members of the dark chess team were not completely wiped out, they also lost two of the strongest ones. What made him even more uncomfortable was that none of the three belonged to the other party. Opponent, is the old Longmen team really that strong?
Huang Erye was really surprised this time. He thought that the old Longmen tribe was nothing more than a group of stragglers, and they were not necessarily united.
Regardless of whether the old Longmen team is united or not, the strength really impressed him. The dark chess team that he valued couldn't even beat the opponent. This was too hard for him to accept.
"You three, are you no match for the other dwarf? You must have slacked off over the years!" Mr. Huang said coldly.
"Master, although the opponent is a dwarf, he is really strong. He and the fox should be about the same strength, but his overall strength and fighting will are stronger. In fact, the fox could have killed him, even with his finger. His temples were damaged, but he turned out to be a disguised person, and the hood blocked the fox's finger attack. It can only be said that fate plays tricks on people!" Mao Mao recalled it with sadness.
"However, it was not the dwarf who killed the fox in the end, but a man wearing a hoodie. His face and head were covered by the hat. His face could not be seen clearly. He could only hear his voice. The voice is deep but very penetrating. He should be around forty or fifty years old."
At that time, Chu Yang not only covered his face and head, but also processed his voice. He practiced Xuanmen magic and could change his voice without using a voice changer with only a few tricks.
Mao Mao continued: "He is really very strong. If the dwarf and the fox are equal in strength, then the mysterious middle-aged man who came out at the end is a dimension-reducing blow!"
