Volusdin's level of provocation wasn't weird, but Prius didn't think it was worth my anger.
I doubt that, or I doubt the gap. It seems that we all care about that thing, but it also seems that we are all waiting for that thing to happen.
But from He Xiaojun's perspective, Volusdin's soul seems to be enough to control that level of power!
As Tyrell walked across the street, a frivolous and lazy voice came.
But Bulcasso only appeared.
I don't really hate the taste of coffee.
Volusdin has always had a good reputation due to his exaggerated performances.
"The first thing to say is that you will sit back and wait for death."
Prius's tone was still irritable, but his agreement was no longer muddled.
The bitter and mellow taste was not praised by He Xiaojun.
I am observing human beings, from life to behavior and even emotions.
Solving me means that there is a little more pressure on mankind."
Volusdin himself is a well-behaved guy, but when it comes to being deviant, it's a bit embarrassing.
Volusdin waved his hand with a smile.
You think it's possible to do that, you just need a little help.
Although Cytorak lost his temper and lost his own soul.
Are you curious why he would have such thoughts?"
"Who is he going to say this to? Bulcasso?
I smiled, as if I had thought of something bad.
I didn't speak first, but quietly waited for Prius to give me a more detailed answer to my question.
There is no smile in my eyes!
That is a reincarnation, at most for a specific life!
"He said there is no possibility. What if you lose the ability to kill him?"
Volusdin took a puff of cigarette into He Xiaojun's face very offended.
There is no death until there is no birth.
There is no death without birth, that is the cycle of life.
Prius said thoughtfully.
It's just that there's something weak about refusing to show off.
"The gifts you brought to them later turned out to be the power of the Burning Hell. You were more or less satisfied with that.
Tyrell showed some enthusiasm, although this enthusiasm was certainly not more or less sincere.
Now I don't need to worry about that, but now I have to worry about Bulcasso flipping the table.
Volusdin didn't bother to remove his horns. That expression was appropriate for the time.
"Is he trying to find an explanation on behalf of humanity?
Agents of SHIELD took notes while passing the news to Tyrrelli.
The more nonchalant I appeared, the harder it was for the Prius to understand me.
"I'm sure you plan to be that Nephalem. As a little angel, will he be willing to help?"
In fact, as a Nephalem, willpower is a necessity!
That way you can tell us apart."
Although people who know me often become like-minded friends.
Although your accuracy will probably affect their decision, you still want to know if they have any intention of making up for their accuracy?"
Everyone who knows me thinks it makes sense.
And if you let them go to this crimson universe with a master, you can guarantee that they will endanger the enemy.
As for whether it was a clearance or whether the people outside were not from SHIELD, I didn't bother to ask.
Prius glanced at the faint red light emanating from Volusdin's men, half-smiling.
When we sat face to face in the coffee shop, Volusdin just looked at the Prius quietly.
It's not polite to show that kind of behavior, but the Prius will also care.
Chapter completed!