The Endless Shuttle

It seems that the negotiations have failed.

Just as Istar sighed inwardly and felt that the negotiation had broken down, noise came from the inner door of the temple.

"Frini! You can't go there, the goddess is summoning the distinguished guests!"

"Wow! It smells so big... How much alcohol did you drink Frini?"

"You guys get out of my mother! I heard that the most outstanding and beautiful alien **** came to this happy street! The happy street is definitely looking for a woman, so let the old mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, go there for a while The **** of another world...hiccup."

Soon a woman who looked like a toad appeared.

She is tall and bloated, and anyone who looks at it will see an ugly woman with a "monster".

The head of the family of Istar, "Man Killer" Frini Jamil.

Istar stood up angrily.

"Frini, who gave you the courage to break in while I was hosting a banquet?"

"Hiccup..." Frini hiccuped and looked at Rope with a squinting look: "Don't be so stingy, Lord Istar, since there are some prey, you should also let your children taste it. Well…"

"What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and drag Frini out of me!"

Istar gave the order, but no family member dared to approach Frini.

The reason was that Fryni had a weapon in his hand.

The strongest "LV.5" of the family of Istar, coupled with that crazy character, Frini didn't kill people once or twice in the past. Had she not been strong enough for Goddess Istar to tolerate these faults, she would have been swept out by her family.

"Such a beautiful male god, let me Fryni Jameel to take good care of you..."

Rope stopped tapping his fingers on the desktop.

He stood up and stared at Istar with cold eyes.

Meishen was watched by this line of sight, and couldn't help but step back a few steps in fear.

The gaze from the top powerhouse sequence in the multiverse is not something she, a little beauty, can resist.

"Master Rope, this is a mistake, not a deliberate arrangement by me."

"Istar, your transaction is over."

"I will personally come to my door to make amends to you later, and now please enjoy the hospitality on Happy Street for the time being..."

"no need."

Rope said indifferently.

"Your transaction is over, but mine is not yet."

Chapter 42: The First Dead God in History

Endless malice spread in the palace.

Istar slumped on the ground, no longer the beautiful image, cold sweat slipped from his forehead and back.

In her gaze, the slight anger on Luo Pei's body affected the killing intent, and the slightest bit of it caused the atmosphere to be distorted into a weird appearance, spreading his teeth and dancing claws into a human-devouring appearance.

Click—

After the sour sound, there was the scream of the members of the family of Istar.

"Frini!"

"Frini, Frini are dead!"

The ugly toad could no longer make a disgusting sound.

She was pierced by countless spikes rising from the ground, hanging in the air like a piece of bacon, losing the breath of life in the painful struggle.

The family's woman was screaming, Istar couldn't believe it.

During the whole process of killing Frini, Rope didn't look away a little bit.

Looking at that kind of garbage, he felt it was an insult to himself.

After screaming, Rope's footsteps echoed in the calm hall.

He walked up to Istar, stretched out his hand and roughly grabbed the long hair of the goddess of beauty, and smashed it on the mahogany table with quite terrifying force.

"Well!"

Where did Istar have suffered this kind of pain, and immediately groaned, dizzy.

She was like a fish that left someone, trying to get up struggling, but Rope pressed her head firmly to prevent her from moving.

"Now is my trading time."

Rope said in a voiceless voice.

"Very simple new transaction. Istar, you give me Haruhime, and I let you go. You have ten seconds to think, and if I don’t hear a satisfactory answer after ten seconds, you won’t have It must continue to be an eye-catcher in my sight. I will let you not even have a chance to return to the heavens."

In pain, Meishen's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seriously.

This alien **** is absolutely serious!

There is no basis, but Istar can feel the killing intent that has penetrated into the bone marrow.

The hand that grabbed her head and pressed it on the table contained the power to make the gods tremble. Coupled with the scarlet blade shown that day, Istar had no reason to disbelieve Rope's words.

But the long-term pampering and the dignity of the gods still make Istar struggle endlessly.

An anger rose in her heart.

"Rope, are you crazy? Are you going to kill a god?"

Istar did not beg for mercy or chose to agree to the deal, and sternly questioned the black-haired youth.

"No matter how lazy the gods of the lower realm are, they still have principles. If you dare to kill me, do you think our gods will give up? You outsider!"

God will not die if he is killed in the lower realm.

Being killed in the heavens is just waiting for rebirth.

Since the birth of the world, no **** has entered the state of "absolute death."