At the same time, the golden finger came too late

Chapter 82 82. Special Individuals

Rol had experienced the feeling of flying like an eagle catching a chick, but he was a chick, and it was too uncomfortable. Their altitude was rising, the ground became distant, and the coastline began to become round.

"Where are you taking me?" Roel shouted.

"My collection, but this is the first time I have collected a living one. Don't make me feel bored, otherwise you can only stay here as a head." Jibril thought for a while and replied.

Listening to the other party's words, Roel was sweating profusely. This was simply a time bomb. No wonder it was called chicken stewed with mushrooms.

Soon, Jibril took Roel back to the place where the Flügel species lived.

"Xiaoji, what did you bring back, a monkey? Or a living cat?" A Flügel species flew to Jibril to show off.

"Hey, what are you, a monkey?" Jibril looked at Roel at this time. She didn't know what race the other party was.

"I'm a monkey." Roll answered without hesitation. He would not expose the human race for the so-called dignity. He believed that these superior races would not investigate him.

"It's really a monkey." Jibril felt bored.

"Xiaoji, you collect a monkey, meow, hahaha, I'm so amused." Azriel laughed.

Jibril was so angry that she wanted to kill Roll on the spot. She was not good at Azriel, and now she was even more uncomfortable.

"Xiaoji, I heard that you caught a live monkey. What kind of monkey is it?" Other Flügels came after hearing the news.

Looking at the curious eyes of the Flügels, Roll felt like a monkey in the zoo at this moment. These women wanted to tear him apart for research.

"This is not important, can you let me play with it?" Another Flügel said in a pleading voice.

"No." Jibril was of course unwilling. This was her collection. She quickly grabbed Roll and returned to her collection position. There were heads of various races here, including the dragon spirit species, which was placed in the most conspicuous position.

Fortunately, in this world, Luo Er was used to seeing dead people, so he didn't feel anything about this scene. But would he live in a place full of heads in the future? Many races are humanoid.

Jibril immediately said, "Tell me all the functions of this pair of glasses."

"Can you give me a book?" Luo Er shook his head.

"Oh, monkey dares to negotiate?" Jibril showed a dangerous expression.

"Just give me some books to pass the time. It won't cost you anything, right? And I will tell you everything." Luo Er sighed. This feeling of being helpless was not good. The other party was a war weapon, and his strength was too strong. Although he shared it, he didn't know what his strength was, and there was no benchmark.

Jibril then used space to move away. After a while, he appeared with a large number of books. Luo Er immediately explained all the functions of the glasses to him, and also gave him the Foot Power.

Hearing the description, Jibril was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that the small glasses could hide so many functions. Then he left Luo Er and went out to study alone.

Looking at the skulls around him, Luo Er swallowed his saliva. Living here was too challenging. Fortunately, there was less black and gray here. He didn't have to worry about it because he was dressed tightly. He picked up the book of the Flügel species, frowned, and started to learn the language of the Flügel species again.

After just one day, Luo Er realized a serious problem, that is, there was no food. The other party didn't eat food at all, which made Luo Er want to cry without tears.

The only food he could accept here was the head of the Dragon Spirit species, but if he ate it, there was no doubt that he would die ugly.

So, in order to distract his attention, Luo Er put his energy into the books again. He didn't know how long it took, but he could barely understand the books of the Flügel species. He relied on guessing between the lines.

After all, there were no books of the same species in other languages ​​for comparison, so it was more troublesome to learn, and he was not a genius like Blank.

The sun rose and the sun set. After several cycles, Luo Er saw Jibril.

"Great, you are finally here." Luo Er was weak.

"The monkey is going to die?" Jibril was a little surprised.

"Well, I want food. Can I eat that?" Roll pointed at the head of the dragon spirit.

"Hehe." Jibril sneered and threw the man and the book into the space tunnel. Roll appeared in another place.

Unfortunately, there was no food here. The Flügel did not need to eat. Roll was a little helpless. This was the second time he was almost starving to death.

Jibril took out the sickle. After all, she was just curious about Roll and had no other ideas. Once Roll was useless, she would not hesitate to collect his head.

"Go to your chicken stewed with mushrooms." Roll cursed in his heart, and then said: "Kill me, you don't even know why the God of War Artosh lost."

Jibril stopped swinging the knife and looked at Roll with an angry face. He dared to call that adult by his name. It was unforgivable, but he couldn't pretend not to hear what he said. Will the God of War lose?

Don't call him by his name.

A huge sense of oppression came over Jibril, and she quickly knelt on one knee and bowed her head.

"Weaklings, interesting, are you sure I will lose?" The God of War's voice was flat.

"Well, God of War, you don't understand the actions of the weak, nor do you understand the wars of the weak." Facing the suffocating feeling, Luo Er answered fluently, even though he was already very hungry.

"I see, I've been waiting for too long, weakling, I look forward to the war you mentioned." The voice subsided, and the sky was clear. This was the first time that Roll saw the sun. It turned out that there was still sunshine in this world.

At this time, a large number of Flügels rushed over here and surrounded Jibril.

"What happened, meow, why did Master Artosh say that?" Azriel flew back and forth between the two, as if trying to figure out what happened.

Roll's heart calmed down. With the words of the God of War, he would not die, but there would be constant trouble in the future. He might have to deal with these Flügels, and it would be best to give convenience to other human species.

"Why did Master Artosh say that?" Jibril didn't understand why he looked forward to the battle of the weak. She could easily take Roll's head, but she really couldn't figure out why he said that.

"Monkey, what did you do, meow." Azriel looked at Roll, a little angry.

"I'm hungry." Roll felt that he should solve this problem first, otherwise he would starve to death first.

Jibril grabbed the corner of Roll's clothes and walked towards the ground from the space tunnel. Fortunately, Roll wrapped himself tightly outside, otherwise Hei Hui would have been in trouble.

"Monkey, why did Master Artosh approve of the war you said? You are so weak that you may die if you touch the air. You are so weak that you will die if I leave you alone. You are so weak that I can easily kill you without Sky Strike. Why?" Jibril didn't understand.

Roll looked at her and was slightly stunned. Other Flügel didn't believe it at all, but only Jibril was different. It seems that the last special individual is still different.

"Why are you so sure? Why does He believe it?" Jibril continued to ask.

It was the first time that Roll saw Jibril lose his composure like this, and then he said: "Let's play a game. If you beat me, I will tell you everything."

"Okay." Jibril rarely threatened, but agreed to Roll's game request.