Chapter 1402: Shameless and narcissistic beautiful girl

Chapter 1402 Shameless and extremely narcissistic beautiful girl
At that moment, Lingyu finally saw a trace of fluctuations on Farrid's melancholy and indifferent face.
That is the perseverance of seeing death as home, unwilling to give in!
He wants to stop himself!
I saw the man who was madly sucked away by the huge black lotus, holding up the broken lightsaber tenaciously, the dark green beautiful pupils flashed with relief and indifference, and suddenly he pierced the broken lightsaber into the center of his own chest. , Immediately after, he took out a silver syringe from the pocket of the robe, and when he was about to inject it into the artery of his neck, he was approached by the spirit, kicked the syringe, and then snatched it away.
She looked down at the syringe in her hand, which was a silver metallic liquid.
"If you can't beat me, you choose to die? Who taught you? Of course you have to remember the shame if you can't beat, and turn around to fight back! Of course, you will be unlucky when you meet me. You don't think you will ever beat me in your life. , I am really strong!"
Lingki stood proudly in the night sky, fully demonstrating what it means to be "smelly shameless" and "narcissistic to explosion". Seeing that the black rosette sucked away all the chaotic power in Farrid, he backhanded the black rosette back.
Obviously, the reason Falried possesses the strength that can make the spirits recognize "strong" is because of the strength in his body. Once that strength disappears, he loses most of his abilities.
The whole person fell vertically, and when he was about to hit the ground, he was dragged by the black wings by the spirit to avoid a heavy fall.
Lingki landed leisurely, knelt on one knee, and violently drew the dagger that pierced Farreid's chest. Without that power, his recovery ability was still amazing. After almost three seconds, he saw his chest fatal. The stab wound was completely healed.
Ling raised her eyebrows, she understood. There are three kinds of supernatural powers that this man possesses: seeing through, reflecting all eyeballs, super-rapid regeneration, the ability to replicate anyone's spells, spells and powers, plus that I don't know where the power of Chaos comes from, so this man is so strong.
However, although it is strong, it is still too shallow compared to Lingyu.
Farreid lay on his back in the large smoke-filled pit, his dark green eyes staring at the silent night sky blankly, his chest undulating, he stretched out his hand, the back of his hand was against his forehead, his melancholy pupils were dim.
"It's been a hundred years. I lost for the first time. You shouldn't save me. The imperial punishment for the losers is death and replacement."
"It's not ashamed to lose to me." Linggui held the silver metal liquid syringe snatched from Farreid in his hands, "but if you are on the plane, use this to me, instead of using it to kill me. Maybe you won’t lose tonight."
Yes, Lingyu knew that there was something hidden in the pocket of this man's robe that she was also afraid of.
If it were her, she would use it directly on the enemy, where so many things would happen.
"I am not Franciscans. I disdain to use such despicable methods. To win, I have to be upright... So I am tired of fighting. There is no absolute good or bad in this world, just a different position."
Farrid exhaled a deep breath, sat up melancholy, and found that the pet bag slung on his body was gone, only the broken lanyard was still wrapped around him.
This man was really a cat slave. When he saw that the white puppet was gone, he suddenly curled his eyebrows, his dark green eyes flashing with anxiety.
"What about the cat?"
The huge black wings behind him gradually disappeared, returning to his normal appearance, in a suit and leather shoes, but slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, it just fell from the sky, didn't you notice it? I guess... you fell there." Linggui recalled, pointing to the direction of the forest that had long been razed to the southeast of Yuankeng.
Seeing Farreid struggling to stand up, rushing in the direction pointed by the spirit.
With few remaining leaves and dead branches everywhere, a broken black pet cat bag was left alone there.
Farrid knelt to the ground, gently opened the cat bag, and took out the white kitten with no heartbeat inside.
The black curly hair is messy, and the dark green pupils are soaked in regret and sadness.
"It's dead."
The spirits followed, and the black lotus followed obediently. Hearing the words, she squatted and took a look at the kitten without any wounds on the outside.
"Scared to death." She said in a cool voice, "We landed at a high altitude of twelve thousand and two, plus the fight between us, normal people can't stand it, let alone a little cat..."
"We killed it..."
Farreid gave Linggui a melancholy sad look. The look in his eyes was as if this cat was his beloved treasure, his treasure was gone, and he was very sad, very sad.
Ling Ling looked at Farreid strangely, "Huh? Then should we kowtow to it, make a payment, and then give it a good view?"
In the cognition of the spirit, the people who came out of the Sixth Empire must have no emotions and cruel methods. Since this Falried is of such a high level, then he must be more than the so-called mutant races. terrible.
However, just because of a dead puppet, showing a sad and melancholy expression, is this man too glass-hearted?
Unexpectedly, Farreid started trying to give the kitten CPR.
At this time, another incident occurred.
Somehow, her lotus suddenly fell into her arms, and the petals of the black lotus began to wither and began to fade.
"Little quirky... the power of this man and your spiritual power can't be integrated... I feel uncomfortable... I want to vomit... This power is too dirty, not pure at all, it's disgusting!"
"Then you throw up."
Spiritual caressed the black lotus in his arms, crying uncomfortable, and saw that Lianlian blinked her eyes and vomited out all the chaos power she had sucked away. The power of chaos was condensed by the black lotus into a dark green The black ball of light floated between the palms of the sly.
Once the vomiting is over, the black lotus is much better.
However, even if Farreid saw his power, he was clenched in his hands by the spirit, and he was indifferent, just holding the dead kitten, as if he wanted to save it.
"Do you still want your power?" Lingyu stretched out his hand and handed it. "Maybe you have restored this power, and you have a chance to save it."
Unexpectedly, Farrid looked like the source of the power in the hands of the abomination spirit. He moved his eyes away, melancholy and indifferent: "The power of the devil will only bring death. I hate this power. You like to take it. ."
The spirit is cunning and speechless, what the is going on with this man! Why doesn't he play cards according to common sense!
Take away his Chaos Power, continue to fight her, or sneak attack on her or whatever!
However, he was just trying to save his little cat. What happened?
Does he have a brain problem?
"Wake up! It's dead, it won't be saved! I like buying another one!"
"Only this one can get into my eyes, I only want it!"
"..." Lingki was silent, his complexion suddenly became weird, brother, the cat you were looking at should be the cat when I was possessed? Doesn't that mean...
"Can you save it?" The curly black hair brushed across his cheeks, and Farreid looked sadly at Lingyu.
Lingyu rolled his eyes, "Yes..."
The next second, the man in front of him handed the dead kitten over and stuffed it into her arms.
(End of this chapter)