Abnormal items

"Ah, ah, there's no good show anymore, let's go." Hughes stood up from a hillside next to District 60 and clapped his hands regretfully.

"Xie Zuo, I couldn't have fun with you last time because of the rules of the game. Fortunately, we still have a lot of time." After Hughes finished speaking, a black hole appeared behind him. Hughes jumped into the black hole, and the black hole shrank until it disappeared. not see.

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The bombing continued for seven or eight minutes until nothing was left standing on the ground.

Xie Zuo stood up from the ground and scratched his head: "Ah...hey hey, up, down, left, right, left, right, baba, Xie Zuo is alive again, hahaha."

Jie Zuo smiled and pointed at the ground: "You scumbags, you fell down before I even exerted any force."

In the spiritual world...

"Damn Tower of Babel, I will make you pay the price." After saying that, "Jie Zuo" combed his hair: "But if there is a first time, there will be a second time. I will go out sooner or later."

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"But that loser actually died three times in the explosion. Sure enough, he is still not as good as the real Mr. Jie Zuozuo. Hahahahaha." Jie Zuo laughed with his hands on his hips. After laughing for a while, he felt a little regretful that no audience around him could see his graceful appearance.

Jie Zuo looked around, seeing scorched earth and stumps all around. He rolled his eyes, hammered his left hand with his right hand and made a flash of inspiration: "Ah ha, the smart IQ has occupied the high ground again." After saying that, he ran to the side to pick it up. He picked up a broken limb and stuffed it into his arms.

The vortex in the sky began to dissipate, and a huge voice came: "Jie Zuo! I want you to die!!!"

"What does Jie Zuo's destruction of your ritual have to do with me, Xie Zuo Zuo, haha." Jie Zuo spat in the sky, and then the saliva fell on his face again.

Jie Zuo wiped the spit off his face, picked up the Soul-eating Hammer and jumped back.

In the 60th District, the Tower of Babel temporary camp...

Qi Zhu had already drawn his sword and was confronting the people from the Tower of Babel. Zuo Xi looked helpless, and the people from the Religious Council stood there not knowing who to help.

"Little girl, if you have something to say, please put down the knife first." No wonder Zuo Xi is a little timid. Just now, this seemingly cute little girl killed his slime with one knife. His slime is said to be physically immune. Yes, what kind of monster is this?

"Put down the knife? You just said to Xie Zuo that you need to hold on for thirty seconds. I heard you all. Why did you start bombing just ten seconds later! I want to seek justice for Xie Zuo today!" Qi Zhu raised his knife with tears in his eyes. About to chop, Zuo Xi was so frightened that he quickly took the potion from his bag. At this critical moment, a cry came from behind.

"Who is the person in charge here! Ah!" The voice was very familiar. People on both sides were stunned at the same time and then turned around. They saw the person walking in with an arrogant attitude: "Ask you? Who is the person in charge?"

Zuo Xi was stunned - even if he wasn't dead, he was still a human being?

Qi Zhu was happy at first and then immediately began to observe Jie Zuo. It was not until he saw the dead fish eyes of the sign that he immediately ran to Jie Zuo with a cheer: "Jie Zuo! Are you okay? I thought..."

"Ha! Who are you looking down on? Back then, I was wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace and fighting hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals. If they hadn't invited Jiang Ziya to sacrifice for the list of gods, I'm afraid I would still be my saint warrior next to Athena. ?”

"Uh..." Qi Zhu didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, let's stop talking to you. Who is in charge here?" Jie Zuo saw Qi Zhu's blank look and ignored her, taking a step forward.

"Who's in charge here, come out."

Zuo Xi took a step forward, feeling a little guilty.

"You were the one who ordered the bombing?" Jie Zuo asked.

"Uh... no..." Zuo Xi saw Ji Zuo's serious expression and wanted to explain.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Jie Zuo knelt on the ground with a plop and took out a stump from his arms.

Zuo Xi was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if Jie Zuo's brain was blown stupidly. What was this?

"Ahhhhh..." Jie Zuo cried loudly: "Xiaoqiang, you died so miserably, I wish we had grown up together. The two of us helped each other, you carried water, you watered the yard, you cooked, I'm eating. You wash the dishes while I work hard... I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to leave before me. You asked me, a white-haired person, to send a bald-haired person to you. My Xiaoqiang!" Xie Zuoban Weeping bitterly on the ground.

"Uh..." Qi Zhu slapped his hand on his face, too embarrassed to look at it.

Zuo Xi looked at the guy crying on the ground, and he didn't know how to express his complicated emotions for a while.

When I first heard that this guy was a preparatory C-level investigator who came in through the back door, and he also used A's back door, I was very envious of him, and I disdain this kind of behavior. Later, he saved himself, but he gave him an order to hold on for thirty seconds. Unexpectedly, the headquarters launched an attack within ten seconds, and he felt a little guilty.

Now that this guy has done such a trick, Zuo Xi wonders if he has been blown away. He won't keep raising him in the future, right?

"Uh, Jie Zuo, what are you doing?" Zuo Xi looked at the remains of a monster lying on the ground, wondering how he and the monster had grown up together.

"You blew up my Xiaoqiang and asked me what happened. Is there any justice?" Jie Zuo cried.

"Um, how about we cure your Xiaoqiang?" Zuo Xi was sure that this guy must have been stunned by the explosion, so he said to Jie Zuo like he was coaxing a child.

"Oh, that's no need, just pay the money." Jie Zuo wiped his tears and said with a cold face.

Zuo Xi finally figured out what this guy was going to do - Pengci actually encountered the Tower of Babel and came up, which was commendable for his courage.

"Then how much do you want?" Zuo Xi looked at Jie Zuo and thought for a while that if he dared to ask for a high price, he would let him know in advance how the Tower of Babel welcomes newcomers.

"One...a thousand?" Jie Zuo said cautiously.

"Ten million!" Zuo Xi asked loudly. Although his voice was loud, he thought in his heart that this boy is quite sensible. Ten million is not a small amount, but it is worth the credit alone.

"No, it's one thousand yuan." Xie Zuo corrected

Zuo Xi was shocked: "Ink marks lasted for a thousand dollars? And didn't you grow up with this guy? Is he worth a thousand dollars?"

Seeing Zuo Xi's expression, Jie Zuo thought he was about to get high, so he quickly changed his mind: "A hundred is fine, it can't be any lower. Your organization is so big and won't even give me a hundred yuan, right? This is my hair." My beloved friend since childhood!" Jie Zuo sat on the ground and asked Zuo Xi.

Zuo Xi took a deep breath, unwilling to reconcile Zuo's entanglement. He took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and threw it to Jie Zuo, then turned and left.

Zuo Xi walked halfway and turned around inadvertently, just in time to see Zuo put the money into his pocket, then stood up and kicked the stump away.

Zuo Xi's lips twitched: "It's really unlucky to be your friend!"

Three chapters completed

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