: 1225 Don't take yourself seriously.

The words of the sweet-faced mask made some pressure on the air.
In this regard, Fang Li did not even lift his head, still sitting on the bed, drinking the soup prepared by Silvia to help himself, directly ignore the sweet mask.
Looking at such a party, the sweetheart can not help but step forward and ask questions.
"Don't you want to say something?"
The hostility in the muzzle has been quite obvious.
At this time, there were people outside the door who came in one after another.
Come, it is a group of s-class heroes in the Heroes Association.
"What are you doing? Sweet mask?"
Banggu was carrying his hands and frowning at the sweet-skinned mask.

The people of the Heroes Association told us that you asked the residence of one of the Rakshasa, and then rushed over, because it felt like you were a bit wrong, so we informed us that we are still in the association.

The atomic warrior followed the knife wearing his waist, and the mouth was so, and his eyes were left on the face of the sweetheart.
Also in the same place are the children's emperor, king, super-alloy black light, vest sage and even flashing.
Even the tornado flew in after a few seconds.
"What games are you playing here?"
The tornado is like this.
However, the sweetheart mask just turned around and looked at a group of s-class heroes.
In the eyes and face, all are filled with disappointment and irony.
"Is you still here?" The sweet-hearted mask said mercilessly: "A s-class hero who can't even protect a city has a face left here. This is why I underestimated you, are you? I don’t even know the most basic shame?"
In a word, it is to offend everyone.
Bangu, atomic warrior, child emperor, king, superalloy black light, vest sage and flashing Frye frowned at the same time.
No way, the sweetheart mask is too harsh.
But the sweetheart mask is completely ignored.
"Do you know what is the mood after I learned this?" The sweet-faced gaze swept over one hero after another and said loudly: "I am very disappointed, very disappointed, obviously in a hero. The existence of yours is so unbearable that even a city can't protect it. How can you protect the world and fight against evil in the future?"
The words of the sweet-faced mask are aggressive and strong emotions.
"As a s-class hero, your performance is like this. I am very troubled. It is really troublesome." The sweetheart sighed and said: "If the outside world thinks that the hero has only this level, what should I do?"

This kind of discourse is finally to let some people's faces sink.
Especially the tornado that the temper is not good.
"...Dare to say, you."
The tornado was suspended in midair, and a pair of eyelids stared tightly at the sweetheart mask.
On the contour of the body, the light of the power of the mind gradually brightens.
"You want to say that my performance is also very unbearable, my strength is only the level that makes you look down?"
A strong sense of oppression suddenly emerged in the tornado.
Everyone can be sure.
As long as the sweetheart says "yes", he will disappear here in the next second.
Moreover, it is still following this newly rebuilt hero association.
If it is normal, perhaps, the sweetheart mask will be a little scrupulous.
However, at this moment, the mood of the sweet-skinned mask is completely uncontrollable, and nothing happens.
"Indeed, you have a powerful force." The sweetheart masked the face of the tornado, and said coldly: "But with such power, nothing can be protected. What is the ultimate weapon of the Heroes Association?"

"...!" The temper of the tornado was so badly blown out.
Just as the tornado was going to start, Fang Li finally opened his mouth.
"Is it finished?"
Fang Li gave the soup to drink, but the head did not return, and suddenly made a sound.
"Although my fever has not returned, I am not going to be caught on my head."
When you heard the words in the party, the action of the tornado was stagnation.
The sweetheart mask was re-viewed in the square and said: "Is it finally going to give me an account?"
When I heard the words, I couldn’t help laughing.
That was the act that would have been produced after hearing something very funny.

Representation?
Fang Li turned his head and looked at the sweet-faced mask. He said directly:
You too take yourself seriously? What reason can I give you an account?

"... is it?" The sweet-skinned facet stared straight into the square and said, "That is, do you admit your incompetence?"
"Incompetent..." Fang laughed again.
Immediately, Fang Li opened his bed and stood up from the bed, looking at the sweet-faced face and looking at the past.
The ice-blue magic eye flashed in its eyes.
"!"
The sweet-skinned mask only felt that the whole body was cold, and the pupils shrank.
"This…"
"just…"
Even the surrounding s-class heroes seem to have been affected, and they are shocked and show a surprised expression.
Fang Fang just looked at the sweetheart mask and smiled indifferently.
"What's wrong? Mr. Sweetheart Mask? Are you just scared?" Fang said with a smile: "In the face of such incompetent me, you should not want to say that you are afraid?"
The sweet-skinned mask clenched his fist and his face became ugly.
In the words of the party, how can the sweetheart mask not understand?
If it is said that the party is incompetent, then afraid of such an incompetent person, what is the sweet mask?
"You seem to feel that you are the spokesperson of justice, have the responsibility to investigate the faults of others, and even think that you must manage the heroes and protect this society from being eroded by evil?"
In the face of the sweet-faced mask, Fang Fang said a faint sentence.
"I will ask you, why are you?"
The outspoken speech made the sweetheart face wide open.
In the face of such a sweetheart mask, Fang Li still disapproved.
"If you still can't see the reality, let me tell you, the executor of justice."
Fang Li took a sweet-skinned mask and smiled and spoke.
"Don't think that setting a just position for yourself can mean everything."
"Here, people who are better than you are not."

Here, as a consultant to bring everything to the Heroes Association, there are people who can do better than you, even better.

"That is to say, for the Heroes Association, for the world, there are not many you, and you are a lot less."
"Don't take yourself seriously, something that is not self-sufficient."
In a few words, let the emotions in the heart of the sweetheart suddenly blow up.
"call!"
Without any precursors, the sweet-hearted fake face twisted the body fiercely, pulling the arm like a full-stringed bow, and then suddenly burst out the fist.
The fist is like the wind, turned into a roaring tornado, wrapped around the fist of the sweetheart.
The forehead and neck of the sweet-skinned mask have been covered with blue veins, with a cold killing intention, and in front of the square, the whistling fist wind.
"What...!?"
Everyone present was shocked.