The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 883 Gathering in the Dark Night!
An arrow-toothed boar was swept by a water-blue sword.

'Shua la' is as beautiful as the sea water scattered, the water blue sword mang disappeared, only a shallow wound with some water marks appeared on the neck of this arrow-toothed pig beast.

"Kadi, your swordsmanship is getting better and better!" A tall man in a white priest's robe was grinning wide, revealing two rows of white teeth, with an iron rod stuck in his waist, Walked over with a smile and shouted loudly.

Next to the arrow-toothed pigbeast's body, a water-blue figure soon appeared.

His long sapphire blue hair was draped around his waist in big waves, his sapphire blue eyes were full of hesitation and longing, and his hand gently stroked the sword in his hand as if stroking a lover.

This is a long sword with a hilt, and the blade is engraved with simple and simple patterns. There is a small hole in the blade, as if there should be something embedded in it.

"The sword is much faster..." The cold voice, the cold person, the cold sword.

Nabalu appeared.

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Still the same long brown hair, brown eyes, black windbreaker, and a black scabbard in his left hand.

The sword was still in the sheath, the words came out, and the ground was covered with frost.

If the sword is out of its sheath, I am afraid that none of the nearby creatures will survive.

If you compare Zixuan, the iceberg beauty, with the ice cube swordsman in the night mercenary regiment, there is no doubt that Balu is better.

Zixuan's coldness is just the coldness of the students who pursue her on campus. Her grudge is thunder and lightning. Occasionally when she releases sword energy, she gathers some lightning elements in her hands and releases a thunder arrow or lightning. Magic Swordsman.

What about Baru?

He went directly to this stop, and it was cold for a long time.

He is cold to himself, cold to the people around him, cold to his words, and even colder to his enemies.

Kadi gracefully stroked the strands of hair in front of his cheeks, a strange blush appeared on his face, he looked at his sword, and said word by word: "Compared with your sword, who is faster? "

"You." Nabalu said coldly and without a trace of humanity.

"It's rare, even Ice Cube knows to admit defeat." The barbaric priest Hans walked over and laughed.

Hearing Hans' words, even Kadi looked up at the cold Nabalu strangely, and he was also surprised.

"What are you talking about? So happy?" A voice sounded, and two figures appeared beside the three of them with a 'shua' sound.

The person who spoke was dressed in black and was not tall. His face was covered by a black silk scarf. His hands were dexterous. He stood casually leaning against the tree. In fact, a pair of eyeballs turned around. turn to.

This man really looks like a thief.

But he is indeed a thief, and he is still a very powerful thief. See those dexterous hands?

If there is a difficult problem, his dexterous hands can solve all the problems in the fastest time.

The safest way to solve the problem is to kill someone!
The dead are always the safest, but it seems to be a bit troublesome when you encounter a necromancer. If you also kill the necromancer, then...

Of course, these dexterous hands occasionally do some speechless things, such as pulling out valuable things from the dead.

As far as this is concerned, I am afraid that no one else in the world will do this except him who is greedy for money (in the case of fighting, pulling money from the corpse while fighting).

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In the face of those doubts, he only answered one sentence: "Our boss said: people die for wealth, and birds die for food."

So people all over the world remember him, some call him 'Pulling Thief' and some call him 'Scrooge', but he himself prefers others to call him 'Thief'.

What an artistic name!Rogue Barnick, the name is destined to shine in the dark world of thieves.

Standing next to the black-clothed thief was a young man. His figure was thin and small, and his eyes were always cloudy, but he carried a huge black bow bigger than himself on his back.

This bow has shot many things.

There are birds flying in the sky (angels), people who can use grudges (gold-level fighters or swordsmen), and some useless bastards (people below the gold level).

He sometimes raises his bow and shoots arrows, but he doesn't like to open his eyes. He is very lazy. He often stands still and can sleep.

He is very confused, and if there is no friend around him to guide him, he will even go the wrong way; but once a battle breaks out, he will never be confused, his arrows are always the most accurate, fastest, and most timely.

With his existence, this team can survive fierce battles again and again.

He also has the nickname 'Confused Archer'.

His enemies understood the word "confused" as two meanings: this "confused" could describe his usual confused, and it could also describe those who died under his arrows, who were still confused until their death.

This is such a person, such an alternative archer.

"You guys come too!" Hans smiled and walked towards Bean and Barnick.

"Dude, I don't like to stand with you." Barnick laughed dryly, and before Hans approached, he had deftly jumped onto the branch at the other end, and what about Bean?Confused archer?
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The huge bow on his back didn't affect his speed, and he followed Barnik leisurely.

He didn't pay attention to the farce at the side, the cold swordsman Nabalu said slowly: "Your sword is fast, mine is not faster, only kills!"

Hearing Nabalu's explanation, Kadi smiled self-deprecatingly, and shook his head lightly, his long wavy sapphire blue hair fluttering casually, he stroked the sword in his hand, and said He muttered: "No matter how fast a sword can kill a person, it is useless..."

"Since when did the bus like to explain so many things?" Nabarnik rolled a pair of dead fish eyes, and smiled strangely.

"How long have we lived here?" Nabalu didn't answer Nabanick's question, but asked the few people present.

"A month...maybe longer..." Hans looked up at the dense branches and huge leaves.

"I don't know the boss and the others..." Kadi put the long sword into the sheath, and said with some hesitation.

"Boss will be fine!" The answer this time was not the big Hans, nor the talkative Nabanick, nor the ice cube Nabaloo, but Bean, the confused archer who could sleep standing up.

"Why did you..." Kadi just said four words, only to hear a few women's screams not far away.

"No, something went wrong!" Nabarnik whispered, and before he finished speaking, he and Bean had already rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Nabalu held a long sword in his hand and rushed towards the distance. Hans and Kadi looked at each other and followed Nabalu with all their strength.

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When the poet heard it, he was overjoyed and thought, is there such a talented woman among the prostitutes?Exported into poetry, humorous.

He replied:

The gods gave me a gun,

Always hit the old place.

Now the reform has opened up,
It was found that the bullets had been fired!
Miss:

I kept calling my hometown,

Fighting with empty guns.

Enemies are everywhere,
See if you are in a panic!
(End of this chapter)