Fist of Imagination

After Liang De finished speaking, he first built a new Haina Magic Cang on the spot, and then stuffed the Carrion King into it.

"What are you doing? You!"

What not to do, just take some safety measures.

The incoming enemy is obviously a Jie Yuan Walker. When the fight breaks out later, he may move from the internal world to the outside world. This is not suitable for carrying important personnel with him.

Leave it here first, no one will steal it anyway.

He was about to do the same thing to the master and disciple of "Zhu Zhenxian" when he suddenly remembered that they could not be put together with Lao Wang and had to be stored separately.

Why is it like the Wolf Sheep Crossing the River word problem... Then build another Haina Magic Hidden.

Just be slow in this beat.

The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic, and the sudden shock tore through the space like a storm. Under the manhole cover, a hexagonal crack shone brightly.

"Let go of those men!"

Mi Xiang walked out of the inner portal with the IV pole held high, her blue and white striped hospital gown shining brightly, lighting up the entire sewer. She walked firmly and looked solemn, as if a goddess had come to the world.

Although it was her first time to be a savior hero, she felt that she had found the feeling.

"That's it for the bald lackey of Thunder Bluff!"

Huh, I'm super cool!

Liang De glanced at the steel-blue hexagonal crack on her back and said:

"It turned out to be a friend with compound eyes. What advice can you give me?"

He stopped what he was doing and threw aside the "Zhu Zhenxian" master and apprentice.

Don't feel bad if it's not your own. This woman illegally operated the company's equipment and forcibly blocked the exit of the teleportation door in the area. It completely disrupted the spatial order of this area. Now it is very difficult to create a new Haina Magic Hidden and access objects. .

It’s strange that she was so targeted in the first place. How did she know what I was doing? My consciousness was clear and I didn’t feel like I was being invaded or monitored...

Is it your own supernatural power?

Liang De calmly activated the martial artist's spiritual sense, repeatedly washing away the alien enemies and things around her, but still only sensed the strong killing intent from her, and gained little else.

Lingjue, can you be more reliable? What kind of data are you sending back?

Height, weight, body measurements, blood uric acid, total cholesterol, red blood cell distribution width... I don't want to know these things at all, okay?

"Hey, Baldy."

Mi Xiang hesitated for a long time, pointed at the two men superimposed on the ground and asked:

"Are these two going to fall in love before the end?"

"Friend, you misunderstood, they have a master-disciple relationship.

"Although their current positions are indeed a bit ambiguous, I think this is a technique to increase the overall strength through the parallel connection of the flesh, and it has nothing to do with Feng Yue, and..."

Liang De's expression straightened as he spoke, and he said solemnly:

"And I'm not bald, I just look like I have no hair. The reasons are very complicated. You can't simply and roughly classify me as..."

"The master-disciple relationship...I understand, it turns out to be an unethical love!" Mi Xiang suddenly realized.

Yan Jia Tuan, please listen carefully to what others say!

Liang De kept smiling and silently adjusted the running Rendu engine to deflagration mode, preparing to give his compound-eyed friend a wake-up call.

There is no need to talk about the moral and procedural justice of the evil heretics like Compound Eye. Since there is murderous intent, I will just ignore the suspicion and attack her first!

Hey, the murderous intention is gone?

How can we just break up? There was a time when you were so fierce and enthusiastic!

"Wait a moment."

Mi Xiang raised a hand to signal a pause, and at the same time contacted the director of the station who didn't know whether he was in the second dimension or somewhere.

"Director, I can't do this. I think this Utopian Fist is right."

"What are you crazy about? Didn't I tell you everything? Just follow it and don't make your own decisions!"

"Did you read the photo I sent you? Do you want me to support two people falling in love? Are you sick? Do you need to support such an ugly and unethical relationship?"

"...Then don't worry about love for now, go and thwart Thunder Bluff's conspiracy and save the world, okay?"

Mi Xiang flatly refused:

"What is the need to save a world where this kind of unethical love has happened? Director, will you continue to use your job that has been stained with shit?

"Tsk, maybe someone like you can really... stop answering. I shouldn't have asked. It's my fault."

The director suppressed his blood anger and said:

"What do you want to do, what do you want!"

"Why don't you understand yet? Why is it so difficult to communicate with you..."

Mi Xiang twisted his eyebrows in pain:

"The task objectives are not in line with the values. There is no sense of accomplishment in working every day. The direct superior is a fool... Director, tell me what I want. I don't want to work. I want to take paid leave!"

"You have to make things so complicated that can be solved by killing someone. I don't want to save the world or investigate. I'm very irritable right now. Can you please just let me kill him?"

"Do as I say and I will give you six months of paid leave every year for the next hundred years."

"Really? Silly... Bao?"

"No regrets for what I said."

…

Mi Xiang cut off the call with satisfaction and looked at Liang De again.

“Bald man, I support you in my heart, but work is work, and once people work, they have to do some things they don’t want to do.

"I won't say any more unnecessary words. I'll beat you half to death first so that you can get to know me and know who I am.

"It's okay if you don't want to be beaten. Just answer whatever I ask and do whatever I say. Do you understand?"

"Although I don't know why you support me, thank you anyway."

Liang Desan took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, tucked the end of his black tie between the two buttons on his chest, and moved his neck and shoulders ritually.

"My friend, the frequency of your killing intent flashing back and forth is very abnormal. You may have a serious illness. Do you want to drink a cup of hot water, and then I will take you to see a doctor?

"You are still on an IV drip. If you insist on working with an illness, you will easily die suddenly."

"The most damning thing about you warriors is that you carry a large lump of snot-like spiritual perception with you, and you like to rub it on others. It's smelly and disgusting."

Mi Xiang pinched her nose, and a small tornado suddenly appeared in the infusion bag hanging on the shelf.

The dark red blood quickly flowed back along the hose, drawn from the back of her hand, and continuously injected into the infusion bag.

"Is it very smelly? Then I'll apply something else to cover it for you. "

Before Liang De finished speaking, several Haina Huanzang were crushed by him, and countless black mud-like "Wu De Xi Ran" poured out, rushing towards Mi Xiang from all directions like a mudslide.

The moment before the black mud covered it, Mi Xiang, whose blood was drained, made an unusually satisfied sound.

The mummy with pale skin pulled out the needle on the back of his hand and stabbed it into the black mud in front of him.

Liang De's heart was alarmed. He was about to abandon the "Wu De Xi Ran" that was forcibly transfused with blood, but his martial arts soul began to beat uncontrollably.

Deep in the soul, the revolving lantern of life turned spontaneously.

What's going on... I'm facing a death crisis?!

The fight has just started, I don't think I'm in trouble!

Huh huh huh huh huh huh!