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Of course, once the act of using the White Night King is discovered...

Cold sweat oozes from the Yalong's body.

At that time, he should die.

Use the life of the culprit and all the liquidity of the fire dragon in exchange for the pacification of the White Night Demon King.

The impotent Wulong panted heavily.

Nobody wants to die.

He is also included.

but--

From the current point of view, the probability of him surviving in the future is actually not high.

If only the power of a father, or even an ancestor...

that would be nice.

Yalong's expression became more and more unwilling.

It is obvious that his ancestor was one of the strongest star kings of the Chinese gods.

Why, I am so weak.

Weak enough to use the lives of fellow community members to strengthen the status of the community.

It is so weak that once it is discovered, people will have to bring their own heads and the property of the community for hundreds of years to plead guilty.

"So, do you want power?"

At the moment when Yalong was extremely unwilling, it was extremely abrupt.

There was such a voice.

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Who?!!

Almost instantly, Mandela's scales stood up.

Without feeling it at all...

Someone found his office? ! !

At the time when the heir was young and the leader was old, Mandela was actually the leader of the community.

The garrison near his residence...

Without four digits, you can't get in at all.

But four digits...

Mandela was sweating all over his body.

That is already a role comparable to that of the father in his heyday! !

how come...

"Do you crave power?"

The boy quietly walked to Mandela's desk and continued to ask.

Mandela instinctively wanted to press the secret button to let his subordinates evacuate the members of the community, but he couldn't press it yet.

He found out.

——I forgot how to press the button.

Yes.

He forgot the basic action of "how to press a button".

as if...

From the design sketch named Mandela, a function is directly blacked out.

No, not right.

It's not just button presses that are deprived.

But all matters related to escape! !

Extreme coldness... emerged from the bottom of this dragon's heart.

Awareness override.

The power of the lawer of knowledge.

Little consciousness is limited by IQ and knowledge, it can only create some illusions.

However, Lu Li has always been a master in the spiritual field.

In fact, when dealing with tyrannical and outrageous guys, the Sunshine Gun's ability to attack through time is extremely ineffective.

——The group of monsters are basically immortal, and have a poor relationship with time.

Therefore, Lu Li's most common use is the dark king soul - the spiritual and human king soul, which indirectly kills the enemy.

For him, imposing a compulsory impression on people who are weaker than him is just basic practice.

"Don't think about rebelling or anything."

"If you want to fight me, you have to let Tai Sui come."

In this regard, the boy said something that was simply fatal to Mandela.

Tai Sui...

It's another name for his ancestor! !

Calling your own ancestors so lightly...

Mandela felt that his pores had almost turned into water pipes, and his sweat was flowing wildly.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You have to know that the White Night Demon King will visit here next time. No matter what you are thinking, if you get her attention, it will be difficult..."

Mandela tried to use the name White Yasha to intimidate the man in front of him.

Those words made the young man's expression involuntarily a little distressed.

"Ah... that guy White Night King... is really difficult."

"He's obviously an idiot who doesn't even have the qualifications to lead a group of gods, but he cast a good fortune..."

Those words made Mandela's heart almost completely cold.

other side...

I just find the White Night King difficult...

Difficult and invulnerable.

But completely two concepts.

Also, what this guy calls the White Night King is a well-fed idiot...

...

This guy's tone doesn't look like a four-digit number! !

Mandela had to consider the worst possibility.

Hakoniwa's three-digit number is generally not bounded.

Because, compared to the upper layer.

The middle and lower floors of Xiaoting Garden cannot be said to be the wilderness, but it can only be said to be walking into the construction site.

Moreover, generally speaking, three-digit numbers really cannot stay for long.

The lower bound must pass the review of the Heavenly Army.

When Bai Yasha came down, he had to ask Sakyamuni to guarantee him, and he was also monitored.

why...

Can he come down?

Are you kidding me?

Cold sweat, flowing more and more.

The meaning behind the appearance of a god with a three-digit level in the lower realm is too terrifying.

"What do you need... If you need it, please ask..."

Mandela's smile was forced.

"Become my vassal."

The young man simply and neatly threw out a contract.

"In exchange, I will give you the right to live."

What arrogance.

Mandela clenched his fists tightly.

So rashly asking for loyalty from myself and others...

Otherwise die.

"Don't you think your behavior is somewhat inappropriate?"

Yalong spoke slowly.

He knew that he had little room for negotiation.

Because the opposite is the same bastard god and demon as Shiroyasha.

The price needed to appease his anger is no less than that of angering Shiraiyasha.