Chapter 137 The Agreement at Dusk (Twenty)

The moment the barrier of the refuge was broken, a new barrier appeared, steadily blocking the giant monster's pace of progress. The monster was fooled by this force and angrily slapped the new barrier, but there was no sign of damage at all, but firmly protected the refuge.

In the refuge, those who thought they would die this time were undoubtedly cheering surprises, and they hugged each other and thanked God.

Dr. Lu gasped heavily, and his trembling right hand could hardly hold the lucky revolver given to him by Qi Leren. Looking at the monster blocked by the barrier outside the window, he cried with joy. The joy of the survivor of the disaster occupied his heart, giving him the courage to continue to gamble.

The cheers of the crowd were so loud that the nameless timid hero wiped his tears while cheering himself up: Lu Cangshu, you can do it, hold on for a while, and the rescue will come soon.

The skill card [European's Taunt] is turned on, and with his usual luck, he believes that he can overcome the difficulties, just like countless times before.

Dr. Lu held the gun, and his cold gun body was clenched hot. He was afraid of it, but he had to rely on it. It could take his life at any time, but it protected him, and there were so many people.

This contradictory feeling reminded Dr. Lu of his best friend. When Qi Leren used SL Dafa, he probably felt like this now. He was so dangerous and would die if he accidentally did, but he used it again and again, sometimes to protect himself, and sometimes to protect others.

He always felt that he was very timid and could never do such a thing in his life. When he encountered danger, he would only think about how to escape. For Qi Leren, he sometimes felt that his friends were too stupid. Is there anything more important than living on his own?

However……

As he looked at the approaching monster and listened to the desperate screams in the crowd, he finally raised the gun, not only to protect others, but also to protect himself.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Dr. Lu suddenly felt that his weak self had broken free from the fearful pupa and saw light in the darkness.

It turns out that he can do it too.

A minute passed in a flash, and the barrier from the lucky revolver began to become dim. Doctor Lu opened his eyes in horror and looked at the shaky barrier. Leviathan felt that the barrier was fading, and excitedly waved his ugly tentacles and slapped the barrier ahead even more frantically.

But the rescue still did not come.

Dr. Lu sobbed in a low voice, and extreme fear came again. He bit his lips, but couldn't help but burst out the tears in his eyes.

He raised his gun again and bet on his life.

The goddess of luck smiled at him again.

【Lucky Revolver】Remaining usage count (4/6).

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In the underground ice palace, the deceiving demon king did not hold back. The prophet who was repeatedly tortured by countless memories mixed with illusions was on the verge of collapse. However, no matter how hard the deceiving demon king tried, he could not get the hiding place of the scepter of hell from the prophet's memory.

His memory is like a damaged film, and every frame is a messy picture. He saw countless pieces of memory, fragmented and unable to form any complete fragments. It makes people wonder if this is a normal person's memory.

"When playing hide-and-seek is meaningless at this time, I can always find it." Su He's tone showed a hint of helplessness.

The prophet, who was covered in cold sweat, suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and squeezed out two words from his teeth: "Do it!"

The huge magic circle lit up from the ice lake where the prophets often slept. The dazzling light instantly enveloped the entire underground ice palace. The prophet and Su He in the confrontation were instantly swallowed by the light and fell into riots among the two powerful domain forces.

Su He was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he really thought he had two more domain-level opponents, but soon, he realized that it was not.

"Mr. Shepherd, and the Dragon Ant Queen." Su He looked at the two opponents who suddenly appeared and said slowly, "One of you is not guarding the tomb on the Undead Island, and the other is not guarding the Realm Gate in the Underground Ant City. Is this considered negligence?"

The prophet sneered: "This is called helping others."

"Even if you go together, it's just to make the clock time go slower. The sunset bell is about to ring, and no one can stop it." Su He said, as if he was stating a very obvious fact.

Indeed, this is true. Aya came incarnated, her strength was only half of the domain. The shepherd held the origin of death, but her strength had fallen back to the realm of half of the domain. The only one was a domain-level prophet, who was steadily restrained by Su He, who had a pocket watch, and there was no suspense in this battle.

As long as the power of the deceiving devil king releases the outside world, he can turn the tables in an instant.

The prophet smiled. He stood up tremblingly with the table. He still had the sequelae of the mental confrontation just now, but his expression was stronger than before: "I just need it to walk a little slower."

Su He seemed to have realized something, and a slender sword appeared in his right hand, carrying the power of the domain, stabbed towards the prophet like a thunderous thunder, but the prophet's figure was like a mirror flower and water moon.

The long sword pierced the Kongo, and the prophet who was originally standing opposite Su He disappeared, leaving behind a confused and ignorant little Zhi. No, from the beginning, the person standing here was this incarnation little Zhi, but just now, the prophet's own consciousness was always the prophet's own consciousness, so the memory was broken until the second time.

Now that the prophet's own consciousness has been withdrawn, Xiaozhi stared blankly at the stranger in front of him, at a loss.

The formation of the underground ice palace was also completed at this moment. No matter how powerful the deceitful devil king was, he could not leave this place within a quarter of an hour. Si Lin, who had controlled all this progress, let out a long breath, and the frozen original power was almost overdrawn.

Still at this point, Si Lin leaned tiredly on the bench, put one hand on his chest, and held the pendant given to him by the prophet.

Finally, this day came to this day.

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The Qile people ran wildly on the sparsely populated streets, heading towards the coast.

After coming out of the underground ice palace, he kept running for a while, in order to go to Ningzhou earlier.

He did not dare to delay a minute or a second. The tide of fear kept beating his heart cliff and swallowing him at any time, and the terrifying and powerful destructive power was the same. It would swallow Ning Zhou at any time.

He must be by Ning Zhou's side. If Ning Zhou was really like his father, he was completely devoured by the source of destruction, he would never leave. He would rather die under Ning Zhou's sword!

In this devastated world, where is the time of peace and happiness, and where can you hope for eternity? Even if you just hold the hand of your beloved, it is a luxury.

He even thought of "Let's be crazy together and die together, and he can do whatever he wants, as long as he can still be together.

Along the way, Qi Leren passed through countless corpses. He looked straight and stopped without any intention until he saw a familiar person.

"Illusionist?" Qi Leren suddenly stopped and turned around to help the Illusionist who was lying on the ground covered in blood.

This friend, who was not a friend, was quietly lying in his arms. His gorgeous face was covered with blood, lifeless, and he could no longer see his bright and ostentatious spirit.

Qi Leren stretched out his hand to test his heartbeat and breathing. Before his hand touched the tip of his nose, his eyes were attracted by the illusionist's chest.

Something was shining between the two fake breasts, which were made of materials, as if it were a chain of necklaces.

Qi Leren, who was in a complicated mood, reached out to pull the necklace. It happened that an injured player was avoiding the pursuit of the crazy believers. While running away, he looked back. He accidentally fell beside the two of them, looking in horror at Qi Leren who seemed to be molesting the corpse.

The crazy believer who was chasing him smiled and rushed towards them. The player screamed, closed his eyes and waited for death, but suddenly a gunshot came from his ears.

The player opened his eyes and saw the man holding the corpse put down his pistol, pulled the corset away, and threw something out.

Two sponge pads fell at the player's feet and were soaked in blood. The man pulled out a string of necklaces from the chest of the corpse. The part of the pendant was a piece of quaint metal feathers, which were emitting a bright light at this moment, quickly healing the trauma of the illusionist.

In this light, the lifeless person suddenly started to cough, and while coughing, he cried intermittently: "Damn, it hurts so much!"

The player looked at the scene of resurrection from the dead in numbness. This was not what shocked him the most. What shocked him was that the beautiful woman in a long skirt had a flat chest with "her" being torn apart. This was definitely not a woman's figure, and the sponge pad that fell at his feet was obviously two false breasts.

"What the hell are you doing?" The illusionist who felt a chill on his chest trembled and asked Qi Leren angrily.

"Help you collect the body, who knew you were alive." Qi Leren felt relieved when he saw that he was still alive, "Are you okay? I have something urgent to do."

"Get out!" The illusionist stood up from the ground with difficulty, closed his open clothes, and glared at the innocent witness, who immediately did not dare to silence.

"Who did it?" Before leaving, Qi Leren asked.
Chapter completed!