"Squeak!"

The mad shark sitting on the "Iron Throne" raised its head and let out a harsh roar.

The rabid dog's joyful jumping stimulated the blood rat king, making him feel that he had been provoked.

So, the mad shark jumped down from the Iron Throne and pounced on the mad dog without hesitation.

When the mad dog faced his mad brother, he was not prepared to go toe-to-toe with the mad shark at all. It shrunk its gun body, then slammed the gun handle towards the ground several times, jumping and jumping.

He ran towards Aaron and immediately shamelessly asked his master for help.

However, the jumping speed of the rabid dog is limited. Before it could return to Aaron's feet, the mad shark caught up with the rabid dog.

I saw the Blood Rat King raising one of its forelimbs towards it, and scratching the rabid dog's fleshy gun body with one claw!

The three people present noticed the commotion at this time. Aaron stretched out his hand to stop the mad shark, and John also wanted to control the mad shark... The former was a little too late, while the latter was stopped by Mark calmly.

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The crazy shark's claws are so powerful that it was like no one in the blood rat group. No blood rat can block its claws.

And such sharp claws were slapped on the gun body that turned into flesh and blood.

"Pfft——"

Blood bursts out.

But it was not the rabid dog that spurted out blood, but the rabid shark that swung its claws.

The blood rat stared down at the forelimbs it had swung out - only to see that a large section of the forelimbs that originally had sharp blood claws disappeared out of thin air, and blood spurted out from the smooth cross-section onto the ground.

It also splashed on the gun body of the rabid dog...

Soon, the pain came slowly, causing the mad shark to scream in pain. The Blood Rat King, who had been showing off his power just now, actually fell into fear.

But before it could run away out of fear, the rabid dog, which was originally extremely frightened, blocked its retreat.

Although it has entered a state of pure flesh and blood, the rabid dog shotgun still looks like a cold metal texture. It no longer shakes its body in fear, but just stands quietly in front of the mad shark. In an instant, the mad shark seems to have forgotten

Painful, he raised his head blankly to look at the rabid dog in front of him, and then stretched out his other forelimb somewhat absentmindedly, touching the rabid dog's gun body.

The next moment, the crazy shark suddenly disappeared under the eyes of Aaron and others.

"Fa...what happened?" John rubbed his eyes vigorously and made an incredible sound, "Where is the crazy shark? Where did it go?"

"Stop looking for it." Mark raised his eyebrows and excitedly asserted: "That mouse was eaten by it!"

He stared at the rabid dog with some fanaticism, and the greed in his eyes became more and more obvious - this shotgun was the holy object he dreamed of, full of flesh and blood wisdom, and as powerful as a god's family, which was more energy-consuming than John's.

The flute is much stronger!

Mark secretly swore in his heart that he must get this rabid dog shotgun.

Even if he had not seen the power of a rabid dog with his own eyes at this time, the command and high status it showed at this time were enough for Mark to make up his mind... He must grab it no matter what, and for this he could

No matter what the cost!

Aaron raised his eyebrows.

He can't read minds, but even so he can guess what Mark is thinking at this time - he wants rabid dogs.

Haha, wishful thinking.

At this time, the little rabid dog's muzzle opened and flickered slightly, as if he had burped. Some sharp teeth flashed through the muzzle, and the inside of the muzzle returned to its original smooth metal shape. After that,

The mad shark overestimated his ability to challenge, and the mad dog seemed to realize that these rats were the work of the strong outsiders, so its jumping movements seemed much easier.

But before the rabid dog could take a few steps, several blood rats rushed past it, scaring it so much that it jumped up on the spot, and then started to tremble again.

Aaron: "?"

No, this gun shouldn't have been so timid before, right? Is the seal of Xihuo Church so effective?

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, he took the initiative to take steps, stretched out his hand to hold the rabid dog in his arms, and caressed its body.

"Bird."

At this time, Mark suddenly stopped Aaron.

"What's the matter, Mr. Lewis?"

"Can you sell me this sacred object?" Mark finally spoke at this time. He was still staring at the rabid dog and said a little fanatically: "Ask your price!"

This was beyond Aaron's expectation - he thought Mark would choose to fall out with him directly, but he didn't expect that he would actually choose to "buy with money" to get the rabid dog.

Aaron put himself in his shoes. He felt that if he were a flesh-and-blood believer who kills without blinking an eye, and was still fighting at home, he would definitely command the ghouls and blood rats to attack him, and use the toughest means to capture the rabid dogs!
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As for Aaron's identity as a "flesh and blood believer"? As long as he didn't say it, and John didn't tell it, who would know that Mark Lewis had made a move on "Bird Taylor" who was also a flesh and blood believer?

He has become a flesh-and-blood believer, but he still maintains the "conscience" of equal exchange. Isn't it a huge burden?

After comparing his feelings with others, Aaron was already ready to fight.

But Mr. Mark is not like this. When he can spend money in vain, he really does not buy for zero dollars.

Is this the thinking mode of a big (big) household (head) who is wronged by a dog?

Aaron couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then he said somewhat solemnly:

"Mr. Lewis, this sacred object is the starting point of my faith. Rather than vulgar money, I hope to grow up with it. I'm sorry..."

Mark frowned, and the rabid dog held in Aaron's arms seemed to be able to understand their conversation. While enjoying Aaron's touch, it clicked the muzzle of its gun, seeming to be very satisfied with what its owner said.

"However." Aaron did not finish his words, but showed a meaningful smile, "If you can show enough sincerity, I can't give it to you."

The implication of Aaron's words is simple.

Rabies are my siblings...you have to pay more!

Hearing these words, the little rabid dog twisted around desperately, but Aaron slapped it expressionlessly, and then roughly stuffed it back into the metal box.

Mad Dog: Loved by the wrong person.

However, Mark patted his belly with great satisfaction. His behavior was not like that of an elite businessman, but rather like an upstart who suddenly got rich. He neither concealed his purpose nor greed, nor did he behave like an elite businessman.

There is no intention to bargain and use the lowest price to achieve the goal.

He rubbed his hands and prepared to make an offer to Aaron that he couldn't refuse.

At this moment, Aaron quickly stopped him - of course he did not intend to agree to Mark's deal, but he was also worried that his firm idea would change due to the other party's offer.

In order to prevent himself from being really moved, and to prevent the little rabid dog from turning his face because of this, he said:
Chapter completed!