Four Hundred and Fifty Three: City of Death Second (This chapter is free)
Patrocros looked at them with interest as if they were looking at animals...or them.
In an instant, all the heirs dispersed and surrounded Patroclus. Only the city lord's daughter still faced Patroclus and tied her hair, "Patroclus is worthy of being Patroclus, but you
How did you see it?"
"Haha, I don't seem to need to tell you, and do you think you can stop me by just you, or do you think there is someone in this space city who can stop me?" A cold murderous aura flashed in Paltrowros's eyes.
The parasitic people's bodies are also quite sensitive. They seem to have forgotten one thing. The person in front of them is not only a handsome guy, but also the youngest martial god in human history!
Yalansli measured the situation. With the strength of these people, they could not trap Paltrowross at all. And as he said, if he made up his mind to run, even if he gathered the strength of the whole city, he might not be able to catch it.
He, the Zerg is also very clear about this person's strength.
Yalansili's eyes turned, "Dear Mr. Patroclus, since you are willing to say so much to us, I think there is a message below, let's listen carefully."
Patrochros nodded, "It seems that parasitics have not made you stupid. I'm curious, how do you feel now?"
Yaransli looked at Patroclus and suddenly showed a charming smile, "Your Excellency, just like you have seen, we are called by God and become God's people, our flesh has been reborn, and will live forever and die forever
Enjoying youth, there is one thing you are wrong. We are not the Zago tribe, nor are we humans, but a brand new race, the strongest race in the universe with human wisdom and the evolutionary ability of the Zago tribe."
It can be seen that Yalansili is full of pride from the bottom of her heart when she speaks, and is not controlled.