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Chapter seven hundred and sixty-seventh -- yuan slot bomb

Little King Kong is here!

Little King Kong beat up the Bird King!

Little King Kong is here!

Little King Kong did not choose to renew!

Little King Kong is gone!

Watching Little King Kong show off his explosive skills, the young man complained: "Could it be..."

"Young man, your guess is correct! He is just here to cause drama!" said the female complainer.

"You're really here to drag the drama! But by the way, where did you go to play in the whole chapter just now? You didn't appear at all!" complained the little brother.

"It's too troublesome to explain the positions of so many people! So the author didn't write it! Anyway, I'm not the protagonist!" said the female complainer.

Yang Hongru coughed slightly: "Actually... Comrade Little King Kong came to see me. In a sense, I should be his enemy. But he couldn't beat me, so he randomly selected a lucky audience member to hurt him.

Damn it. Unfortunately, the King of Silence is the lucky audience..."

"It's really like beating a bird to show the sheep (Yang)!" said the complaining guy.

"Aren't you all gods? Do the gods still fight with each other?" asked the female complainer.

Although they are called gods on some indigenous planets, they know that they are still in the category of mortals after all. Therefore, the Tucao stars are still very curious about gods.

Yang Hongru nodded: "Of course I can fight! Back then, the fight between the gods was a major event that swept across the multiverse - it was known in history as the Battle of the Creation Scepter! That battle was a scourge of all creatures; that battle was Ragnarok! The Southern Gods

With the fall of Ra, the Northern God, Eastern God and Western God camps suffered heavy losses."

"Then which pantheon are you from?" the Tucao star asked.

"Me? I'm a Sanxian!" Yang Hongru said: "If you don't obey the rules and don't respect heaven, you will be struck by lightning every hundred years!"

Female complainer:······

Is it still okay to be like this? Is it okay to be struck by lightning or something?

The average loose immortal has not committed many crimes. After five or six thunder tribulations, it is still very easy to live for seven or eight hundred years. Even the great king can almost live to this age - guilty of two energy

After all, it is one of the creation powers, so it is normal to have various miraculous effects.

The Bird King was very angry after being hammered by Little King Kong, and Little King Kong ran away, which made the Bird King even more angry. What does it mean to run away after beating him? You were like this hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years ago

You are still like this!

Is it over? Is there any royal law?

So, he set his sights on Yang Hongru, who had an intersection with Xiao Jingang.

"You know that guy, right? If I catch you, I can threaten him to come out, right? I'm targeting you!" King Niao Bu Shi's energy regrouped, and a brand new armor was formed.

Yang Hongru clasped his ears: "Young man! It's not a good thing to have such a bad temper. Wouldn't it be better to resolve the matter calmly? Let's have a piece of roasted sweet potato to calm down the mood!"

"Baked Sweet Potato, your sister! Aolai roar!" King Bird Shit pushed out an energy cannon with his hand.

"What kind of Aolaihou is this? Isn't it just a simple Qigong wave?" the complaining brother couldn't help but complain.

Yang Hongru was still closed and pulled out the energy cannon with one hand.

"Young man... do you know why I can become a god even if I can't defeat you? Because you can't defeat me either! It can even be said that no one in the entire universe can defeat me!" Yang Hongru tried his best to beat the bird.

If you don't shit, the king will smash it out.

The damage done to the King who lands on his face is not high, but it is extremely insulting!

"You...how dare you do this to me!" King Bird Shit became even more angry.

"Young man! King Bird Shit is your enemy! If you let me hold you back again, I will restart the earth!" Yang Hongru turned around and said.

Complaints:······

You, a god, ask me, a mortal, to fight for you? Where is your face? Is it polite to nag you like this?

Forget it, forget it! You know God can’t be trusted!

The Tucao boy concentrated all the Tucao energy in his body and manifested it into a rocket launcher.

The little brother aimed at the King of Silence and pulled the trigger, and a rocket filled with the energy of complaining roared towards the King of Silence.

The Bird King stretched out his hand and stopped the rocket, just like catching a small rubber ball: "Weak chicken! Compared with the gods, you are really weak!"

Yang Hongru took a back seat, then set up the stove and started roasting sweet potatoes. The inventory was almost sold out, so how could he claim to be a sweet potato roaster if he didn't prepare some fresh ones?

"Brother! Hold on! The earth depends on you to protect it!" Yang Hongru encouraged: "I promised to treat you to roasted sweet potatoes!"

"You're still roasting sweet potatoes? The earth is about to be destroyed!" the complaining guy said angrily: "Can you give me some awesome support?"

Yang Hongru spread his hands: "You really think too highly of me! I'm just a poor god! Otherwise, why would I come back to Earth! And I have to rely on selling roasted sweet potatoes to make a living? Gods are very miserable! They have their own responsibilities.

If you want to fulfill your obligations, you can’t cross the line to enforce the law... It’s worse than going to jail!”

"Are you still talking about gods?" The complaining guy said while fighting the Bird King, while not forgetting to talk nonsense with Yang Hongru.

Yang Hongru curled his lips: "This is a god! This is why Sanxian would rather be struck by lightning than become a god... By the way, your situation is not very favorable! The king can really beat you like a hammer if you don't shit.

ah!"

"Yes! If you don't give me support, I will be beaten to death!" said the complaining guy.

"I'm just passing by. Your novice instructor is a Tucao star, okay? Ask the Tucao girl if she has any good props! Doesn't she have a fourth-dimensional Rugou?" Yang Hongru said.

"That's right!" The young man quickly looked at the female complainer who was squatting aside and eating roasted sweet potatoes - most of Yang Hongru's roasted sweet potatoes were eaten by this female melon-eater.

When the female Tucao star saw that everyone was looking at her, she quickly said: "This is the planet talker! You can talk to people all over the world through it, and the energy of their complaints will be collected by your stupid hair, and then released into the yuan channel.

bomb."

"Yuancao bomb? Why don't you remember the name? It's a copycat Yuanqi bomb! And this global intercom! This style can only be used to call Mouri Kogoro!" The complaining boy frantically outputted his complaining energy.

"My compatriots on Earth! The situation is urgent, so I'll just say it briefly! I'm currently fighting the King of Birds who wants to destroy the Earth. My ability can turn complaints into energy to fight! But King of Birds

It’s too powerful, and now I need you to help me recharge my energy! For the sake of our earth!” Brother Tucao said to Xiaojie through the global intercom.

“Why does complaining generate energy?”

"Why is this kind of thing used in battles?"

"What kind of copycat vitality bomb!"

"······"

The energy of complaints from countless people came to me like raindrops. I felt the full energy and smiled at the corner of my mouth! This is the last hope for the whole earth!
Chapter completed!
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