Dress up and fight!

Chapter 1882 From Hell (8)

Seeing Jin Qing vomit blood while getting up, 707 was very emotional: Don't pretend to be beaten like this.

And the demons brought in by Jin Qing have already started to eat like crazy.

Jin Qing spat mucus on the ground, and looked at the huge fat man seriously: she has no advantage in body shape.

The fat man was more flexible than she imagined. Before she could touch the fat man, he was punched in the chest by the fat man.

It seems that if she wants to win, she must first get close to the fat man.

At this time, he saw that the fat man who was a little silly just now had slowly stood up.

His body was originally more than three meters high, and when he stood up, all the fat on his body flowed to the ground, and he couldn't see where his feet were, and he looked like a real mountain of meat.

After standing up, the fat man's face changed rapidly, and densely packed mouths appeared on his head and body, and each mouth was full of teeth.

Then he rounded his arm, and the fat on his arm quickly swung towards Jin Qing, and dozens of mouths on the fat bit at Jin Qing at the same time.

Jin Qing hurriedly dodged sideways, who knew that Fatty's other hand had already hit her from another direction.

Jin Qing backed away quickly, but his chest was bitten by one of the mouths, tearing off a layer of flesh.

Jin Qing snorted, and hid in the corner again: She couldn't get close to this fat man, so she had to suffer like this all the time.

Jin Qing narrowed her eyes, or she could give the fat man a hand, and then beat him to death with a stick, anyway, she didn't want to be pressed and beaten by the fat man all the time.

Thinking of this, Jin Qing stretched out one arm, directly hitting the fat man's fist, feeling the pain of tearing from the arm, Jin Qing quickly swung the mace with the other hand and smashed it down towards the fat man's arm.

In the blink of an eye, the fat man, who had just entered the state of blackened rage, spit out Jin Qing's arm in an instant and stepped back, shouting to Jin Qing: "No more beatings, no more beatings."

Jin Qing took two steps towards the fat man with the mace in his hand, only to see that the fat man was already sitting on the ground, grabbing something and stuffing it into his mouth, while angrily looking at the mace in Jin Qing's hand: "No Hit it, let's go, the door is behind you."

Being fat does not mean being stupid. Although he is only a sliver of consciousness left behind by the gluttonous monarch, he can keenly sense danger. For example, he felt it just now. Destruction
After speaking, he raised the fat on his arms and quickly threw it down at the demons squatting on the ground eating: "Spit it all out for dad." Since it can't be dad's food, then don't eat dad's food.

Jin Qing looked sideways at the fat man, and tentatively took a few steps towards the fat man with a mace in his hand: This fat man was still acting like he wanted to eat her just now, how could he be so pure and kind in an instant.

But the fat man looked as immobile as a mountain, still sitting on the ground and eating like crazy.

But Jin Qing soon discovered the clue, and saw that every time she took a step, the fat man would retreat a little without a trace, although he didn't get up, but the food on the ground was dragged out by his body.

Jin Qing originally wanted to fight the fat man again, but he didn't expect the fat man to turn his back and give her a backbone: "I won't fight, I lost, you can't do it to someone who admits defeat." As a monarch, he has no other advantages , the main thing is to know each other.

The momentum from the mace just now was completely different from when Jin Qing attacked him for the first time. He felt the fear of being swallowed.

Holding the mace, Jin Qing cautiously walked up to the fat man, and poked at the fat man with the mace: "I want to run away after beating me, how can it be such a cheap thing."

But before the mace touched Fatty, Fatty was already lying on the ground, and stretched out his hand to Jin Qing, dying: "You actually attacked the surrender!"

Jin Qing: "." If you didn't keep stuffing food into your mouth with your other hand, I might believe it!
With one foot on the fat man's head, Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the fat man sideways: "How do I calculate my medical expenses!"

The fat man is also sensible, I saw his fat like inflated fingers pointing to the distance: "You can take away the food on the ground and the weapons in the corner."

Jin Qing followed the trend, but found a rusty sickle was thrown at the position pointed by the fat man, and there was a long chain attached to the sickle.

Jin Qing looked back at the fat man: "I want valuable things!" She doesn't want these rags.

The fat man carefully kept his fat from touching Jin Qing's mace: "I don't even have any clothes on me. Do you think I can have anything valuable?"

Jin Qing: "." Makes sense!

Although he didn't know why the fat man gave up so easily, Jin Qing walked to the corner vigilantly and put away the sickle with the chain: this time it was a big loss.

Feeling that the threat had been lifted, the fat man sat up again and slapped the demons who stole food with his fat: "I told you to spit it out, don't you want to die!" These useless wastes still want to eat his food.

After slapping out every drop of the food that the demons had just eaten, the fat man grabbed it with his big hand, squeezing all the demons into balls and holding them in his hand.

After that, the fat man took out a glass bottle-like object from his ear, stuffed the three thousand demons into the bottle and handed it to Jin Qing: "This is convenient to carry." After all, he is the consciousness incarnation of one of the seven monarchs. did it.

707: "." He never thought that the devil bottle that imprisoned the devil came from this way.

Jin Qing reached out to take the devil bottle, and saw that the devils in the devil bottle were the size of millet.

But the strange thing is that she can actually see the expressions of these demons from these millets.

Holding the devil bottle in her hand, Jin Qing jumped directly onto the fat man, and pulled the other ear of the fat man: "Is there any more?" Although she didn't know what it was, her intuition told her that it was very useful.

Fatty: "." How could this little monster push his nose up to his face!

In desperation, the fat man could only pick out the bottle in the other ear and give it to Jin Qing, and told Jin Qing that when you want to use these demons, you don't need to break the bottle, just think about the demon you want to summon, and pour the bottle upside down. Just come here.

When encountering a disobedient demon, if the opponent's ability is inferior to his, Jin Qing can put the demon into the bottle as long as he pokes the bottle on the opponent's body
After hearing what the fat man said, Jin Qing raised his eyebrows: This thing is really good!
After seeing this situation, more than a dozen high-ranking demons looked at each other in blank dismay: "Did Lord Beelzebub's consciousness sell us all?"

The only middling demon controlling the Sovereign's Space curled his lips quietly: Can you get rid of the word "not", we can't beat that lowly demon at all now!
It is much more convenient to put the demon in a bottle.

At the very least, Jin Qing can walk around with the demon bottle in his mouth, instead of driving these demons forward like donkeys.

(End of this chapter)