Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they saw the God's toilet exploding in front of the screen. The bright fire was like a twinkling star on a midsummer night.

Very bright.

In the suburbs, Su Cheng stared blankly at the man wearing a mask and carrying a rocket launcher.

To be precise, his gaze should have fallen on the object hanging on his waist.

That small pink pig pendant is so eye-catching.

"Yes, it's Brother Xiao Qin!"

Moving her lips, Su Cheng lowered her head and spoke slowly.

The Peppa Pig pendant was a gift from her to thank him for helping her beat up some bad girls...

…

Looking at the burning scene in front of him, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

When the rocket launcher was first invented, it was used to deal with civil construction.

The effect is outstanding.

But it's a bit difficult to deal with level 5 experts.

People are alive.

Things are dead.

The screams and wails of the special forces in my ears suddenly stopped.

Qin Feng's ears twitched.

He turned around and came to a mummy, squatted down and took out a gray walkie-talkie from his pocket.

After listening for a moment, he casually crushed it.

Not interesting.

Some words threatening themselves, saying that fighter support is coming.

Looking up and glancing at the rather luxurious residential buildings nearby, Qin Feng revealed a mocking smile.

The building that can be built next to the Yasukuni Shrine is naturally extremely luxurious, and its status and status are also extraordinary.

Small island countries are not very large.

If you have the guts, shoot missiles at yourself!

Waiting for the Deadwood Lord to control the rhizome to eat the last hidden sniper, Qin Feng jumped up to the Deadwood Lord's shoulder with a smile.

Sitting cross-legged.

A piece of paper was slowly taken out.

Astonishingly, it was the address of the real Yasukuni Shrine that the hypnotist gave me in exchange.

The ashes of many generals from the war are buried inside.

Substituting one thing for another.

The sacred toilet that was blown up just now was just a fake to hide people's ears.

Qingli's unknown remaining body parts were transported there.

Visual inspection should be used for research.

After all, small island countries like to study things.

Shred crinkled paper.

Qin Feng's eyes fell on the red light district not far away.

Who would have thought that the real Yasukuni Shrine was built under the red light district for biological research.

"roar!"

The Deadwood Lord let out a low roar.

Turn around and walk towards the red light district with heavy steps.

As the steps rise and fall, the stone brick floor will roar and vibrate violently.

The cold wind blew and I looked down at the deserted residential area with the alarm ringing in my ears.

Qin Feng took out a piece of Huazi, held it in his mouth and lit it.

Earthquakes occur frequently in small island countries.

He did a pretty good job of escaping.

In just ten minutes, all residents had evacuated the area and fled to shelters.

It can be said that it can run faster than a rabbit.

Just when Qin Feng was bored and thinking about what part of Qingli was missing, there was a sudden roar in the sky.

Shaking the cigarette in his hand, he looked up.

I saw dozens of silver fighter jets speeding towards me in the formation of wild geese flying south.

The dazzling firelight flickered.

Several small missiles streaked across the trajectory and struck at the huge body of the Dead Tree Lord.

"Bang!"

Explosive sounds came one after another, and the blood-colored vines on the body of the Deadwood Lord ignited violent flames. In just a few seconds, the flames disappeared, leaving only a faint black mark.

Small missiles cannot break through the Krypton Gold version of the mid-level seventh-level Peak Deadwood Monarch!

At most, it will cause scorched black damage to the deadwood thorns on the body surface.

Tickling properly.

Many water friends watching the live broadcast couldn't help but gasp.

Small missiles can't do any damage.

Should I use a large one?

Soon some politicians who were watching silently shook their heads.

Small island countries are not large in size and use large missiles to attack their own territory.

It's impossible even if you think about it.

Suguo in the suburban house covered her lips and stared in shock at the deadwood monarch wielding vines to bombard many agile fighter planes in the live broadcast.

Why are there such terrifying creatures?

What's going on?

Putting down her phone, she quickly poured herself a glass of water and drank it to calm down and refresh herself.

"Creak," the door was closed tightly and opened. Su Cheng, with a red face and bare black stockings, walked out and sat down next to her stunned sister.

Glancing at the live broadcast on her phone, Su Cheng pursed her lips tightly and reached out to touch her side.

"sister."

"Um?"

After Su Guo regained consciousness, she twitched her nose and turned to look at the sister who looked exactly like herself.

"Sister, did you...did you make a bet with Brother Xiao Qin and lose?"

Su Cheng blinked and cautiously asked her sister.

Suguo's expression froze, and his eyes were full of panic.

Quickly calming down her mood, she said in a very calm and soft voice, "Xiao Cheng, who told you this? Someone named Qin?"

"Um."

"Brother Xiao Qin said you were being a swindler."

"I…"

Su Guojing moved her lips and felt like crying without tears.

I did lose the bet.

It is impossible to lie to your own sister.

Is it possible that you really want someone you’ve only been with for less than two days to do... nucleic acid testing on you?

But when I saw it in the toilet...it was so big at that time.

No matter how you think about it...all...

All…

Can’t fit in!
To be continued...