Er Zhuzhu felt Uriel's hesitation, and immediately understood in his heart, he said that something was not right about today's matter, and something had indeed gone wrong.
I asked you to come here just to help fight. If you are so disobedient, why are you here?
The holy metaphor given by the big boss, whether it is chicken feathers or not, should be used as an arrow.
Erzhuzi decided to ignore it and mustered up the courage to shout.
“The will of our Lord is the invincible weapon of believers, destroying all enemies and letting the glory of the Lord shine on the earth.
The big boss wants to deal with her."
Er Zhuzi's words are more euphemistic and vague.
It's not my idea to let you come, it's the big boss's idea. If you don't want to do the work, you can take care of it yourself.
I don’t know if Uriel’s Chinese interface is the latest version, but she understands Erzhu’s meaning anyway.
Does spreading the glory of the Lord have anything to do with yourself?
Uriel started to get distracted just by mentioning the big boss.
Yes, it must be the big boss's intention to come here, otherwise he wouldn't be sent here.
Holding the big sword, he flapped his incomplete wings, jumped up high and struck at He Naizi.
In fact, He Naizi was nervous the first time she saw Uriel. This was indeed a big challenge, a challenge that would not end until death.
Before Uriel came out, her legs were the longest of everyone present.
Now that he can only be ranked second, how can He Naizi endure this?
Before Uriel could rush over and absorb the energy of the magic circle, He Naizi was also growing taller.
And it grows very fast. After the proportions are enlarged, the height is not inferior to Uriel at all. This scene is more beautiful.
A beautiful Western warrior wearing armor.
Another oriental beauty Shaman in short skirt and black stockings.
Is there anything more exciting than a battle like this?
Except for Duan Xiaohong, everyone present wiped their saliva unconsciously. The picture was so beautiful.
Uriel was shocked to see He Naiko transform.
The original contempt has completely disappeared. It seems that this woman is not simple.
Her inherent fighting instinct prevented her from coming into contact with He Naizi. She did a beautiful roll in mid-air, stopped in the air, and looked warily at He Naizi, who had also grown in size.
"Liba Liba Alaba?"
After He Naizi transformed, he raised the black leather drum and shook it confidently.
Is this decent? I am definitely not the second tallest now, I just can’t fly.
Seeing that the angel did not continue to attack, he hesitated to speak and answered more confidently.
"I don't understand your bird language, your legs are longer than my mother's, you little bitch."
Young Master Long nestled under He Naizi's giant legs like a little chicken. When he saw the angel in mid-air, his brain was completely exhausted.
My only thought is, is it really good to be so competitive?
In such a serious occasion, just to compare whose legs are longer?
Also, you don’t understand at all, so why are you so confident?
Is there any basis for this?
Young Master Long didn't dare to ask, he could only raise his head and look at Uriel.
Maybe it's because of the angle, but as I watched it, my saliva flowed down unconsciously.
As the summoner and the only translator present, Erzhu stood up obligingly.
"Uriel said.
What's your number?
Which group are you from?
What's the deal with those servants?"
Sure enough, it is Pan Dao. Does this process exist before the battle, whether in the East or the West?
However, when they mentioned servants, Cai Gen and the others' faces turned dark.
Why can't you say a word?
Is this typical Western thinking?
Is it another typical thankless task?
Do you have a chain of contempt or is it because of other bad habits?
Can belittling Cai Gen and the others enhance her sense of superiority?
Duan Xiaohong glared at Erzhu fiercely. She couldn't speak clearly, so she had to translate everything?
If you say this, you will put us all in the same dung heap with you, which is really embarrassing to our ancestors.
After receiving Duan Xiaohong's eyes, the two pillars were like rays of light on the back.
Originally, this language was not popular, so I was concentrating on translating. I was afraid that I would misunderstand it, and ended up not paying attention to what was being said, which would offend others.
He Naizi sensitively heard the word servant, as well as the expressions of Cai Gen and the others as if they were eating shit, and felt inexplicably happy.
If we can talk about it, there is no need to fight. Who can fight life and death for a servant?
I just wanted to introduce myself as a family and make a small deal or something, but after all, this winged birdman doesn't look like a good guy.
She accidentally saw the drooling Young Master Long and his lewd eyes, which ignited her raging flames of jealousy and instantly burned away all her sanity.
"You're a bird. If you want to fight, fight. Who are you showing off to?"
After issuing the territorial declaration, He Naizi's long black hair began to flow automatically, her eyes became golden, and her aura spread, almost holding a torch high to imitate the Statue of Liberty.
The aura released by He Naizi was like a strong wind, which made Cai Gen unable to open his eyes.
He hurriedly hid behind Xiao Tianmao, and couldn't help but complain in his heart. With the bearishness of Mr. Long, who else but you, He Naizi, can take a serious look at him?
This is the legendary tortoise who looks at mung beans. Does He Naizi see a dragon in his eyes?
What Cai Gen and his friends felt on the ice were just strong winds, but what Uriel felt in mid-air was a typhoon.
The strong wind, like the shock wave of a bomb, caused Uriel to spin several times in the air. She swung the big sword and took a while to stabilize her body.
He glanced disdainfully at the drooling Young Master, then at the frantic He Naizi, smiled sweetly, changed his tactics, and actually curled his fingers at Young Master Long, pursed his lips and blew a kiss.
After this move, Cai Gen and his group were instantly petrified.
Angel, right?
Uriel, right?
Just fight, there is no need to influence the enemy's emotions, is there no bottom line?
He is indeed rich in combat experience and will do anything to win.
It’s just that others are watching, it’s a bit dirty, isn’t it?
It's more serious than He Naizi's words. I'm really willing to give it up.
From the looks of it, the style of work at Erzhu's unit is not very good.
No matter what others think, Mr. Long is proud in his heart.
For the first time in my life, a beautiful woman was jealous because she was in Gust.
And there are still two, that’s two.
It was so unreal. This feeling of happiness was so exciting that Young Master Long felt a little dizzy unconsciously. Wasn't this a dream?
Seeing Mr. Long's silly, happy face, it touched He Naizi's nerves.
It’s not about how good Mr. Long is, let alone how despicable Uriel’s actions are. As a Shinto leader, He Naiko hasn’t seen such despicable things?
But He Naizi's possessiveness is so strong. Long Shaosheng is He Naizi's person, and his death is He Naizi's dead person. Even if he is burnt to ashes, he must spread them on his own kang, which is sacred and inviolable.
Regardless, He Naizi seemed to have regained her composure, and her face began to shrink with a cold face, returning to normal size, regardless of whose thigh was longer.
He took a step across to block all of Young Master Long's sight, staring intently at Uriel in the sky.
"Any man who dares to seduce me is the end of you."
