Disaster Shelter

I am Dasacoin...

It's a big coin...

coin...

There was a deathly silence in the mountain and wild flower house, and the voice of the Son of Smoke echoed in the air.

The six monsters were silent at the same time.

The demon hunters outside were also silent at the same time.

After a while, Sholmer coughed lightly: According to the records, the strength of the Holy Son is far beyond the general cataclysmic level. You are blaspheming by doing this...

Wen Wen waved his hand indifferently: That bastard was stabbed to death by the Holy Spear. The old man who stabbed him back then lived well to the end of his life. It's okay for me to slander him once in a while.

Besides, that guy's blood alone has produced so many moths. He himself is probably not a good bird for you. If you scold him, you will scold him.

Not to mention the Holy Son, even Wen Wen, the great master behind the blasphemous blood, has scolded him.

He has never been in awe of these so-called great beings. He has provoked several serious catastrophe-level beings. Is he still afraid of a guy who is already dead?

Although the six-headed monsters are slow in thinking, some of their original memories are still stored in their brains. As long as they are given some time, they can still figure out some things.

After seeing the absurd things done by the Son of Smoke, coupled with the dialogue between Wen Wen and Sholme, they finally realized that the Son of Smoke was a fake, and it was the one in front of them who did such a blasphemous act. A man with small eyes.

The six monsters looked at Wen Wen at the same time, with a substantial killing intent in their eyes, the blasphemer...must die!

Aren't you curious about how I lured them over, hehe, that's how I lured them over.

Wen Wen patted Sholmore on the shoulder, and then ran away. The six-headed monster didn't even think about it, and it seemed that the posture would not stop until Wen Wen was torn apart.

Sholmore looked at each other, and they all followed. In their opinion, these monsters are not easy to deal with, and everyone may need to go together.

Wen Wen ran to the lake, looked around, then cut off a bamboo and threw it into the water.

Seeing several monsters chasing after them, Wen Wen kicked the bamboo suddenly, and stood floating on the bamboo by himself.

Wen Wen wanted to cross the river with one reed again. Last time he was not strong enough so he sank to the bottom. This time his strength is much stronger, so he will definitely succeed.

The bamboo was like a sharp arrow cutting through the water, standing on it gently and lightly, waving at the six-headed monster and Sholmo and others.

This time Wen Wen kicked the bamboo more than ten times stronger than last time, so even though Wen Wen was standing on the bamboo, he still moved forward quickly.

A few monsters jumped into the lake like dumplings, and quickly chased Wen Wen.

But what Wen Wen didn't expect was that the bamboo rushed all the way to the center of the lake, and it couldn't bear Wen Wen's strength, and it disintegrated and shattered.

So Wen Wen sank to the bottom again under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Sholmore and the others were silent. They were all professionally trained and never laughed when they shouldn't, but they still couldn't help laughing when they saw Wen Wen pretending to fail.

But as soon as the corners of their mouths were raised, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

I saw a stream of water breaking out, and Wen Wen was riding on a two-meter long colorful fish. The colorful big fish twisted its body, and its slender fins swayed strangely. The fish actually carried Wen Wen to the other side of the lake. !

It turned out that Wen Wen sank to the bottom of the lake on purpose, just to ride this magical big fish.

Ye Wen sighed in a little surprise, I never thought that there are miraculous fish that can fly in this hot spring lake, but how did the detective know that this fish can fly?

When I was in the hot spring that day, the detective was the last one to go back, so he must have discovered the magic fish at that time. The wanderer guessed.

The speculation here is hot, but sometimes, the truth is often not so complicated.

After Wen Wen sank to the bottom, his brain was running fast, thinking about how to save his face, only to find a big fish two meters long.

So he forcibly arrested the big fish, and then flew with the big fish between his legs...

Don't pay attention to some small details in between, in short, Wen Wen reached the other side of the lake easily, and at a glance, he found that the place has become a vast expanse of whiteness.

This white expanse is not fog, but spider webs. The spider girls from the Mountain Flower House have already arranged dense spider webs here. As long as the six-headed monsters rush into this place, they will definitely not be able to escape from it.

Wen Wen walked a certain distance inside, found a stone with a suitable shape and sat on it, waiting for the arrival of the monsters.

The area of ​​the hot spring lake was huge, and Wen Wen flew extremely fast in the second half, so it pulled down those monsters by a certain distance.

In fact, this is what those monsters asked for. Even if they run around the lake, they are faster than they are now, because they jumped to the bottom of the lake to run, and the bottom of the lake is extremely deep, and the temperature and alien energy are far from what can be seen above. Than……

After Sholmo and others arrived, the monsters who set off first arrived late, standing on the bank panting, looking at Wen Wen fiercely.

Several demon hunters in the assimilated state glanced at each other, and felt a little relieved. The intelligence of these monsters is so worrying, it is not a problem to deal with them.

Six, why are you chasing me?

Blasphemy! The blasphemer must be punished.

Oh, then wait a moment.

How about these six-headed monsters being upright, Wen Wen said to let them wait a while, and they really did.

Wen Wen turned around, took out two pieces of paper, snapped his fingers, and the two patterns were printed on the paper.

This is the ability of the composite printer, which can print patterns on other objects out of thin air.

He carried a piece of paper back, and then showed it to the six monsters from left to right: On these two pieces of paper, there are two people drawn, one of them is Da Sacoin, the son on the left, and the one on the right. ...

The one on the right is Daza coin! Lao Shiren pointed to the piece of paper on the right and said loudly.

Wen Wen asked meaningfully: Do you think so too?

The six-headed monsters nodded one after another. In any case, they couldn't say that the Holy Son was a big coin.

Holmes turned his head slightly, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Although these monsters were twisted and evil, they were really stupid.

Since you all think so, you are now blasphemers too! Wen Wen turned over the piece of paper on the right, and the painting on it was still the Holy Son, and the two pieces of paper were clearly identical.

Normal people would not be fooled by this simple method, because they must confirm the identity of the person on the two pieces of paper before making a conclusion.

But since these monsters are not thinking actively now, don't blame Wen Wen for bullying others.

The blasphemers must be punished. Now please punish yourself first.

Wen Wen snapped his fingers again, and an ink-colored force flew towards the six monsters respectively, and printed the three characters of 'blasphemer' on their heads.