Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

Swish swish!

The flames suddenly changed their form and turned into sharp thorns.

Qin Mo's thin figure flashed quickly among the thorn bushes, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Swish!

While dodging, Qin Mo held a black long sword in his hand and kept cutting off the thorn spikes approaching him.

Qin Mo did not linger for long, as he knew that in the flames, the thorn spikes had extraordinary recovery power.

In a few breaths, Qin Mo passed by.

The soft flames all turned into tough and sharp thorns.

The sea of ​​fire turned into a bush of thorns, and Qin Mo's shelter moved from the ground to the air.

Disaster Fire still stood on top of the fire snake, looking down at Qin Mo's struggle.

In Zaihuo's eyes, Qin Mo, who was running around, was like a dirty rat that had lived in an underground pipe for many years.

Qin Mo, who was avoiding the flaming thorns, had no idea how he looked in the eyes of the disaster fire.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't be angry, he would just be happy.

click!

Qin Mo glanced at the disaster fire and drew his sword.

Click! Click!

After cutting off some of the flaming thorns, the distance between the fleeing Qin Mo and the big hairy ball of the black fog creature gradually shortened.

Looking for an opportunity to wake up the sleeping big ball of fur, the real purpose hidden behind Qin Mo's disorderly running.

The disaster fire broke through the blockade of the ice and snow arrows, and Qin Mo also found that the big ball of hair lying on the ground was not dead as he thought.

Special abilities...

After a little thought, Qin Mo thought of the key.

In combat, even if the rules are as powerful as fire, they will still be affected.

Qin Mo believed that the big fur ball's innate ability must be powerful and special.

No need to think too much, the big furry ball is the best choice as the beast to share the pressure of the fire disaster with him.

Puff...Puff!

Trickles of blood flowed along the flaming thorns to the ground, and the snoring big fur ball suddenly opened his eyes.

A look of confusion flashed across his scarlet eyes, and the big furry ball, with sleepy eyes, supported itself on the ground and sat up.

Sizzle...

The flames licked the big fur ball's dark skin, and the burning sensation quickly awakened the big fur ball's confused mind.

Click... click!

The big furry ball's scarlet eyes were filled with anger, and its claws reached for the flaming thorns standing around it.

In an instant, a large number of flaming thorns broke off.

The big fur ball hated these fire thorns that made it irritated and injured, and almost exchanged its injuries for fire thorns.

The plan was successful, and Qin Mo was not going to sit and wait for death.

Swish!

The sword energy swept across, and the flaming thorns that blocked the way broke into pieces.

The wind blew past, lightly brushing the slightly longer hair on Qin Mo's forehead.

Light amber eyes, sparkling with tiny bits of gold.

The rules of time quietly start to take effect.

In comparison, paying certain rules in exchange for the disaster of using the rules.

Qin Mo has very few restrictions on the use of rules.

The only thing Qin Mo needs to worry about is his own understanding of the rules.

This point can also be helped by the covenant with the devil, so we can ignore it.

The person who controls the rules of time lacks time the most.

Give Qin Mo some time, and he will be superior to most humans.

By then, disaster fire would no longer be his opponent.

Hiss!

A huge fire snake tongue stretched from bottom to top, separating Qin Mo and the disaster fire.

Zaihuo's eyes moved downward and his color darkened.

The missing corner of Xuan Yi seemed to mock him for falling into the hands of a despicable rat.

Qin Mo's sneak attack failed and he quickly evacuated.

He had already anticipated that his attack might not be able to harm the disaster fire at all.

Qin Mo secretly became alert as he saw Kong Wei's figure.

"Hahaha".

"Fire, you will have this day too."

Kong Wei's words suddenly added fuel to the dark fire burning in Zaihuo's heart.

Swish!

A beam of fire rushed straight towards Kongwei.

"roll!".

The voice of the disaster fire is low, containing endless rage.

"snort!".

Kong Wei snorted coldly and hid his tracks.

The light amber eyes flickered, and Qin Mo's gaze fixed.

He noticed something strange that suddenly appeared on Zaihuo's body.

In the dark robe of the disaster fire, a faint flame was visible through a tiny gap.

Playing with fire?

Qin Mo thought unconsciously.