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Chapter 323 Young Bell
Although Zhima didn't know what was done to the queen by that gloomy theater troupe member, she was quite happy to see that incomparable woman in such a mess.

He always believes that the screams of people are the things that can best reveal the essence of people.

Through the woman's screams, he could feel that she was not a real "queen", but just a brat pretending to be sophisticated.

Affected by the boundary line, she was dazedly sewn onto another person's body, and all her strength depended on the charity of the boundary line. After all, she was a pretentious little girl.

"Batu, are you okay?" Chi Ma asked Batu who had just blocked the queen's attack for him.

"Roar..." Badou let out a muffled voice, the wounds on his body recovered quickly, and the spears pierced on his body were also pushed away by the proliferating flesh and blood.

"Very good." Zhima showed a smile, "Although I don't know how the troupe created this world, but apart from being stable and huge, it is far less powerless than the 'world' I have seen. After all, it is an incomplete world. 'Jie', if they want to kill us, they still need other members of the troupe to do it, but without the support of 'Jie', these people are nothing but punks in front of us."

"I bet they won't be able to survive. If there are no strong enough members to stand up and make a final decision, we just need to wait until the world reaches a certain point and then collapse naturally."

The more Zhima thinks about it, the happier she feels.

Gui Yiren and the high priest of the Baimu sect seemed to have suffered a loss and lost all news.

The gang leader is thrown into chaos after being spiritually stitched.

Troupe hard power is tricky but not deadly.

And thanks to the theater troupe, the scene is in chaos now, and Bai Cangjiao doesn't know how many people were killed by those bombers.

Although the members of the fraternity should have lost a lot, but it's a disaster, the end is death, it's too normal.

As long as he and Badu are still alive, the final victory will still belong to their Fallen Brotherhood.

……

Brother Supervisor and Brother Modern were still discussing how to deal with the dragon, but after receiving the message from the main body in the group, they immediately spread their hands and prepared to destroy it.

The leading actor is coming, and it's time to step aside consciously to pave the way for the atmosphere.

"It turned out to be that one, is it really okay for him to come?" Brother Hyundai said with some surprise.

"This is actually part of the test. After all, the broken page on which the man in Caiyi wrote that sentence is the main purpose of worshiping Cang this time. We have already obtained some results from the queen, but we still need a little deeper test. Then It’s a good thing someone is willing to come and test it himself.”

"Indeed it is."

"Having said that, we haven't seen him make a move for a long time, right?"

"That's not..."

The conversation between the two paused for a while, and they looked at the Ferris wheel in the distance at the same time.

"After all, he is already a decadent uncle who only knows how to eat and sleep."

Whoosh!
A figure jumped up from the skyscraper in the distance, piercing through the black sky and disappearing briefly.

Then, purple-black meteors fell from the sky.

"What's that!?" Zhi Ma saw that thing at a glance, and suddenly felt like a light on his back, as if some terrifying beast had come out of the cage.

The white dragon was also attracted by the shooting stars in the sky. Its huge body trembled slightly, but it still spread its wings to block the chaotic queen.

Zhi Ma thought for a while, and directly raised the tin stick and swung it vigorously. The fluctuations spread and then condensed on the top of Batu's head.

Batu understood, the flower-like head opened, revealing the ferocious mouthparts, in which the ether energy was highly concentrated.

If there are professionals here, they will be amazed at the mouth of this giant beast at this moment, the concentration of ether is comparable to that of a general ether furnace!

After gathering to a certain point, the giant beast landed firmly on its four limbs, and bloody rays of light swayed out, carrying the fluctuations of Zhima and rushing towards the purple-black meteor in the form of a spiral beam.

The two collided at high altitude.

呲——

The painful rubbing sound lasted for a short time, but Zhima's face became serious.

He and Badu teamed up to have nothing to hinder the other party's whereabouts!

The bloody spiral light beam collapsed, and the purple meteor fell directly not far in front of them, leaving a deep pit on the ground, and a figure slowly stood still in the smoke and dust.

……

Looking at the figure, Zhi Ma felt a sense of disobedience in his heart.

what happened?

There is no sense of oppression similar to those strong people I have seen all along, and there is no sense of detachment that seems to no longer exist at the same level of life.

The other party seemed to be just a person who appeared on the scene in a strange way.

but why?
His intuition, as a person who has experienced life and death battles, Zhima's intuition is already extremely sharp, which can help him make the most favorable choice in various situations.

But at this moment, the intuition he relied on seemed no longer reliable.

It seems to be divided into two parts.

Part of it tells Zhima: No problem, the other party is the same on the outside and inside, just a strong man who may be a little tricky, nothing too special.

But another part is sounding the alarm.

However, it is not clear what it is warning.

Which side should I trust?
The inexplicable sense of confusion caused Zhima to fall into a short period of sluggishness.

tread--

The sound of footsteps came, and the person in front of him walked out of the smoke and dust, carelessly and full of flaws.

The first time Zhima saw was a pitch-black boot, the texture should be very good.

Up, black military pants.Further up, there is a military jacket that is a little disheveled and has no buttons on the chest.

This military uniform has a lot of similar clothing styles, and it always feels very cold and has some bad meanings.

The white lines on the black military uniform make this feeling slightly diluted, adding a sense of layering.

Then, Chima saw the owner of this suit.

A young man with tough facial lines and good facial features. You can see the beard that has just grown on the chin, and the scattered and irregular black hair on the head is suppressed by the hat.

very young.

Zhima's pupils trembled slightly.

This body is very young. According to his judgment, no matter from which angle you look at it, it looks like the body of a young man in his mid-25s.

And after very professional and rigorous training, it has reached an extremely excellent level.

So what's the matter?
Just relying on this, how can you make me feel so confused?

Zhima pursed her lips slightly and said, "Who are you?"

The waves carried his voice and spread out.

Hearing this voice, the young man showed a hearty smile: "In this period, please call me 'Bell'."

I'm not asking about your name, where did the military uniform on your body come from, what is its relationship with the theater troupe, why is your whole body revealing the normal, yet there is an inexplicable weirdness.

That's what Chima wants to know.

But if all of them were asked, it would directly expose his fear of such an ordinary person.

accurate.

Zhi Ma closed her eyes, calming down her inexplicably restless mood.

It doesn't matter, whether the other party has a problem or not, you can't get the result by thinking alone.

The most direct way is to...

"Batu!" Zhima called out.

All the tentacles on Badu shot out at the sound, and smashed towards the young man who claimed to be Bell.

Bell thought for a moment, clapped his hands together, and opened them again, a long black stick appeared in front of him.

He held the long stick and swung it at the rapidly approaching tentacles.

Stab it!

The thick tentacles were torn to pieces on the spot. They were obviously hit with sticks, but they seemed to have been injured by the minions of some kind of ferocious beast.

"Roar!" Badu roared, and Zhima was even more surprised.

The purple-black aura on Bell's body formed a hideous outline but was quickly suppressed.

Holding the stick behind his back, the other hand gently covered his temple, where a bloody eye had just opened.

"Well, even if I use the troupe chief's body to recreate my past youth, it still doesn't seem to be able to change the fact that I can't go back to the past."

Bell's expression was slightly silent, but everything was soon covered by a hearty smile.

"There's not much time, anyway, let's recall the days when I was young first." He stepped out, pointing his long stick obliquely at the ground, with an indomitable momentum.

(End of this chapter)