Chapter 1150: Fear controlled by demons (Part 2)

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Underground sea, unnamed island.
Wen Zilong and Ezeroth have already solved half of them.
At this time, ten people had already been killed that could not afford the injury.
Wen Zilong was also surprised when he saw his record.
Although I knew that the time attribute is very strong, I didn't expect it to be abnormal.
A second-order, after more than one hundred third-order mid-level rushes, actually killed ten third-order mid-levels.
Even the original Wen Zilong couldn't do it at all.
Time attribute, it seems that he has picked up the treasure this time.
However, after all, the injury is only in the middle of the second order.
The energy in the body is limited, and the mental strength is only the second-order peak.
His space is caged, covering more than one hundred third-order mid-level strongmen, and has already consumed a lot of his energy.
The blade of mental power control, killing ten third-order mid-level strongmen in succession, consumes too much.
So he looked pale and gasped.
Seeing this, Wen Zilong immediately said to the old demon:
"These are here for you."
The old devil didn't answer.
Hiss--
Hiss--
Hiss--
The sound of the torn cloth was more frequent.
Click--
Click--
Click--
The sound of bones being torn off also sounded more frequently.
This is the old devil's answer.
Old Devil Azeroth, has never liked to talk.
Society, my demon brother, few people talk harshly.
You have thousands of enemies, but you can't tear them up.
And Wen Zilong quickly rushed to the side where he couldn't afford it, and supported him.
While taking advantage of the time, the effect of the cage was not over, and directly used purple lightning and death scythe to reap the lives of the remaining 100 people.
At this time, the injury can no longer persist, and fell in the arms of Wenzi Long.
His eyes were filled with guilt.
"Master ... I'm sorry ... I'm useless."
Wen Zilong also moved slightly.
Nodded:
"Well, you are useless."
After I finished speaking, I felt a bit wrong, and then reacted.
I've lost my mouth and said one less word.
Quickly corrected:
"Actually what I want to say is‘ it ’s not you useless ’.

But I found out that I couldn't afford to be fainted.
I ca n’t afford to be hurt.
One person crossed the ranks and singled out more than 100 third-ranked mid-level strongmen, killing ten.
For other masters, the snot bubbles might have popped up at this time.
He could have done well, and he was directly given the sentence "Yes you are useless".
It's strange that he can afford to hurt.
The couple of Shang Baidu certainly understand Wen Zilong's idea.
Both of them already had tears in their eyes.
They are proud of their son.
I am also glad that my son can have such a master.
If there is no such master, his son must be well-formed and study step by step.
If you want to cross the ranks to pick one hundred, and kill ten, even if it is fast, it will take a few years.
Now, it has achieved such an achievement in more than ten days.
In this battle alone, his son has become a celebrity.
At this time, on the scene.
Of those 1,000 people, only 300 were left.
This is still being torn by the old devil.
At this time, some people finally counseled:
"Let me go!"
"Please let me go."
"Let me let me tell you who instructed you."
After being reminded by this person, others also spoke:
"I know it too, and I know who instructed it."
"Leave me alone and I will tell you everything I know."
"You are framed, and I can take you to the person who hired us to frame you."
On the barrage, the wind direction finally changed completely.
"Did you see it? Someone framed it!"
"I told you a long time ago, it's impossible for Balala Lama to falsify!"
"If you have such power, you can still falsify. Isn't that sick?"
"Who just said it was fraudulent, stand up, and I promise to kill you!"
"What about spraying? Why don't you speak? I heard you can spray out under any circumstances, but now spray it for me!"
However, on the barrage, there is no sprayer to continue spraying.
Everyone confessed it personally and had to spray it. Isn't it a scolding?
Say the old magic fairy team they forced confession?
Sorry, the old Moxian team didn't say anything at all, didn't say anything.
On the barrage, those true love fans have become active.
"It's been more than four hours, and I suffocated to death. Now the truth is finally revealed."
"Yeah. With the personality of the old Demon Team, after knowing the messenger, when I return to the city, I am afraid that I will do a big job."
"This kind of framing directly caused the popularity of the old magic fairy team to fall to the bottom, and how much the loss was. It is strange that the old magic fairy did not trouble them.
"Just wait and see who instructed them after they confessed."
At the same time, in the neighboring city bullfighting headquarters.
The general manager can loosen his hand holding the cup and can't help but tighten it.
Although he did this very secretly, he was very cautious.
It was to find a few middlemen, let them go to find other middlemen, and then let those people find these 1,000 third-tier mid-level strongmen.
Even if the old demon finds the middleman of the joint, it is difficult to find their bullfight and his right to be loose.
However, he was still a little worried in his heart.
At the same time, in the east suburb of the neighboring city, in the humble shed of a waste city.
A fat man, holding Xingnao, is watching the live broadcast.
When they saw the picture, those people started to tell the truth, he couldn't help but his heart jumped.
"Damn, why is the old magic fairy team so perverted!"
"I knew that, and I wouldn't dare to take this job if I was killed."
Thinking of this, he quickly tossed Xingnao aside and started packing.
At this time, in the underground sea, on the unnamed island.
Wen Zilong heard the words of those people, and there was no change in the expression on his face.
There is no meaning to answer them.
寧
寧
寧
The scythe of death passed through and continued to harvest the lives of those people one by one.
Hiss--
Hiss--
Hiss--
Old Devil Azeroth, still tearing those people one by one.
Including those who ask for mercy, and those who say they want to confess.
This is their answer.
That meaning is obvious.
I don't want you to confess, as long as you die!
In front of the screen, everyone was stunned.
This can greatly exceed their expectations.
Originally thought that the old magic fairy team will stop and wait for these people to explain.
After the explanation is over, they will let them go.
After all, this is a live broadcast.
If during the live broadcast, they confessed clearly, and they will kill them at the end, then they will be sprayed by many sprayers.
But now.
Old Moxian also knew that if they had confessed, they had to let them go.
Therefore, they are not given the opportunity to explain.
I just want to kill you.
One can't be less!
Apart from the shock, the style of the painting changed again on the barrage.
"Unexpected! Really unexpected!"
"Old Demon Fairy Domineering!"
"Awesome!
"6666666."
"I don't want you to confess, as long as you die! It's too domineering!"
"People who have annoyed me, still want to live? Only one die!"
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