The strongest illusionist is a pineapple head

You don't even need to see the face, you can already know who it is just by hearing the voice.

There is no way, the voice of his stupid apprentice is too special.

After the indigo mist dissipated, the person who had just spoken finally appeared.

Wearing a huge pineapple headgear, blue hair, two dead fish eyes staring blankly ahead.

Fran looked at Liudaomu standing next to him, and then at the bound phantom Liudaomu on the ground. He held his chin as if he was thinking about something.

"Master... It's been a long time since I haven't seen you, and your interest has changed from pineapple head to self-tied//tied play yourself? Sure enough, master is still as bad as ever." Fran complained expressionlessly, and his tone unexpectedly And with a hint of disgust.

"Kufufufu, what are you thinking? Get those strange thoughts out of your mind." Liu Daomuo looked at his ineffective disciple, still a little surprised by his appearance.

"Me didn't think about anything. Or did the master think of something weird by himself so... wait, did the master become smaller?"

The matter of becoming smaller was a sore spot for Liu Daomui, and he didn't know how to explain it.

In Fran's eyes, the master's silence meant the truth.

As if he had discovered some new continent, Fran circled around Liudaokuo: "Wow! What a powerful technique! The first time I looked at Master at the same level, it was incredible—"

Fran's height can reach his master's shoulder at most, and now the master has become smaller and is only a little taller than himself.

Being as tall as the master is a small dream of Fran, but he never thought that the realization of this dream is not because he grew taller but because the master became shorter.

"Stop talking about such useless nonsense." Liudao Mu abruptly changed the subject, "How did you find this place?"

"The people in Pengo Lie said that the master died in the air crash, but I think that my master is not so easy to die. I felt the fluctuation of the illusion of the master, so I wanted to try my luck, but I did not expect me to find it. Sure enough, pineapple Head monsters don't die so easily."

Hearing this, Liu Dao transformed into a trident, and stabbed the idiot apprentice's pineapple headgear with a backhand: "Stop being silly."

"It's too much, master, it's the limit for me to maintain the current tangible illusion, and the master is still destroying it."

"As my disciple, it is natural to achieve this level of illusion." Liudaokuo took back the trident.

It was very gratifying to hear what Fran said about the physical hallucination Liudao Mu.The tangible illusion is the illusion of a physical body, and the requirements for accuracy are very high.Casting a tangible illusion at such a distance is no easy feat.Apart from being a bit toxic and annoying, this apprentice of mine is still very talented in illusion.

"It hurts so much master, my tears are about to come out master." Fran continued to complain with a slumped face, "but it's great that master is still alive. Pengo Lie is about to hold a funeral for master. Although I also want to know what the funeral of the master is like, but thinking of the enlarged black-and-white photo of the master being hung in Pengo Li's headquarters, I am worried that people who see the photo of the master will be scared and have nightmares at night."

"Shut up." Liudaokuo repeated the action just now, and poked three holes into Fran's headgear again, "Go back and tell Pengo Lie that I am alive and well, and there is no need for funerals or anything."

"Yes—" Fran replied with a long tail, "Then me will go back first, and it is still very tiring to maintain the tangible illusion. Goodbye, master."

Fran's figure disappeared into the room.

It seems that his ineffective apprentice is still of some use.

Seeing the disciple he hadn't seen for a long time, Liu Daoku seemed to feel much happier.

Just as he was about to go out to start the investigation, Liu Daoku heard many footsteps at the door again.

Listening to the sound is definitely not one or two people, but a large group of people.

Is this the so-called umbrella?

Wanting to find out, Liu Dao Mu used illusion to cover himself, opened the door openly and walked out.

A group of people in black suits and sunglasses came over, led by an elderly man.

The human traffickers were a little flustered when they saw so many people coming suddenly, as if this was not what they expected.

Liu Dao Mu expressed a little strange about this.

Aren't these people their umbrella?

The old man at the head glanced at the people in front of him and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you all. Recently, I heard that some gangs in the slums have stolen the name of our port mafia for human trafficking. I don't know if you have any impression of this. Woolen cloth?"

The flustered look on the faces of human traffickers is the best answer, but they still have to continue to fabricate lies: "People, human trafficking? This...we don't know. The people in the room are all relatives of our own brothers, aren't they captured people."

Obviously no one mentioned this matter, but those human traffickers insisted on bringing it up themselves.

Maybe this is the legendary self-reporting.

Liudaokui already fully understood after seeing this place.

There is no so-called umbrella at all, it is just a hat that these traffickers give themselves.

Originally, he wanted to use the traffickers to find the protective umbrella behind him, but he didn't expect the umbrella to appear by himself, saving him the effort to investigate by himself.

So now all we have to do is figure out how to sneak into this so-called port mafia.

The old man from the port mafia leisurely took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket and took out a cigarette: "Clean it all up."

The old man naturally lowered his head and lit his cigarette, and the well-trained men in black behind him stood in a row, picking up the mechanism///gun and shooting.

The screams and roars of human beings seemed so insignificant in the hail of bullets.

Liudao Mukuro still kept a smile on his face, but his eyes were radiating a chill.

Sure enough, the mafia is still so annoying——

The shooting lasted less than a minute, and there should be no living people inside.

"Master Guangjin, everything has been cleaned." The man in black came over and reported to the old man.

Guangjin Liulang took a deep breath of tobacco, raised his head and spit out a smoke ring in the air: "Why does the smoke always have a different flavor after work?" The words of closing the team were already in his throat and just when he was about to say it, another sound came from the house next to him. There is movement.

"That... are you here to save me?" Liudao Mukuro gently pushed open the door, with one hand clenched on his chest, and cautiously came out of the house.

The men in black present glanced at each other.

—They are supposed to come here to kill people?

"Thank you!" Liudao Mu smiled faintly, and stared at the person in front of him with watery blue eyes, "I thought I was captured by the bad guys just like that."

The man in black couldn't tell whether Liu Dao Mu was with the group just now, so he could only leave the decision to Guangjin Liulang.

Guangjin Liulang carefully looked at the boy who suddenly appeared——

The age should be about ten years old, and the thin arms and legs feel like they will break if touched.

"That... I really have nothing to thank you." Liudao Muku took out a piece of bread that looked clean from his pants pocket, "This was given to me by those bad guys just now. I didn't eat it. I gave it to you." Grandpa. Thank you for saving me."

A pair of dirty little hands held a piece of bread and slowly stretched it out in front of Guangjin Liulang.

Seeing that the old man didn't pick up for a long time, Liu Dao Mu blushed in embarrassment: "I'm sorry... I really don't have anything better, sure enough... the old man should not accept it, I'll think of other ways .”

Guangjin Liulang quickly got the bread before it was taken back by the boy. It wasn't that he was interested in the bread, he was interested in the boy's so-called other methods.

"What are your other options?" Guangjin Liulang casually played with a small piece of bread in his hand.

"I——" Liudaokui didn't seem to expect to be asked this way, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, his lips were tightly pressed, his eyes were floating and he didn't know how to answer, "I...I can help grandpa clean, I am very diligent He is also very obedient and can do anything.”

Guangjin Liulang was not very satisfied with the answer he heard: "It's a pity, we don't need people who can do everything." Throwing the bread on the ground casually, Guangjin Liulang waved his hand while turning around, "Fix it, call it a day .”

A line of black guns/// were aimed at the skinny boy in front of him.

Almost at the same time, Liudao Mu quietly took out the trident from behind and stabbed at the old man whose back was facing him.

Guangjin Liulang held the trident with his backhand, and he turned his head to look at Liudaokuo, as if he was not surprised: "Courage is commendable, but——"

Liu Dao Mukuro looked at him warily.

"You have to admit your own insignificance before you can see the vastness of the world."

"Extraordinary ability—Luochun."