Dozens of caregivers flew out at the same time, colliding with the "mysterious" people who came one after another, and an earth-shattering "mysterious" melee broke out.
Lin Qiye wore a cloak and looked at the battlefield quietly. At this moment, his temperament no longer looked like the director of a hospital, but a gang boss who led a group of gangsters out to fight.
"Instructor Lin!"
"Nanaye-sama!"
Seeing his figure, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo's eyes lit up at the same time, and they spoke excitedly.
Lin Qiye hummed and his eyes fell on Fang Mo's wound that was being bandaged. The amount of bleeding was not much at the moment. As long as he waited a little longer, the bleeding should be completely stopped.
Lin Qiye opened her mouth and was about to say something when her eyes suddenly froze and she suddenly reached out to grab the white cat Fang Mo and quickly stepped back!
Over the mountain forest, a pencil instantly penetrated several kilometers of nothingness. At a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, it passed through the place where Fang Mo was originally lying. After the pencil's torso had passed by for a few seconds, the ear-piercing sonic boom roared.
It exploded in the air.
If Lin Qiye's movements had been slower, Fang Mo might have become a dead cat torn into pieces.
The pencil passed through the huge waves in the air, flying away Li Zhenzhen and Lu Baoyou. Lin Qiye grabbed the white cat Fang Mo with one hand, wearing a crimson cloak dancing wildly in the wind, and his eyes fell on the sky hovering above his head.
on the pencil body.
That is……
"It smells so good, I really want to eat it... It seems, I really want to eat it..."
A scalp-numbing whisper came from beside Pencil, and the pressure of the "Klein" realm suddenly descended.
Lin Qiye's face became visibly serious.
With the divine ruins on his body and the Tian Cong Yun Sword, Gao Tianyuan's first artifact behind his back, Lin Qiye is not invincible even if he is faced with the "mystery" of "Klein".
But the problem is that the current situation in Shangjing City is very special. He cannot release any aura to participate in the battle, otherwise Chen Han's road to becoming king will be completely aborted.
Although there is a group of "Klein" level nurses available in the hospital, now his realm is only "infinite" and he cannot summon them out, so he can only fight them by himself.
A few glimmers of light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, he raised his finger slightly, and a gorgeous magic circle opened under his feet.
The next moment, his figure quickly distorted and transformed into Chen Han wearing a military coat and leather boots.
Transformation magic!
Since he had to participate in the battle no matter what, Lin Qiye had to completely cover up his own aura, and the best way to do this was to use Chen Han's own aura fluctuations instead.
In this way, even if he joins the battlefield, other "mysteries" will not notice anything strange. Even if a "mystery" discovers that two Chen Hans appear at the same time, they will only regard this as Chen Han's special ability and will not be aware of it.
One is not Chen Han himself.
Lin Qiye put down the white cat Fang Mo in his hand and reached into the black box behind him...
Clang——!
Hearing the sound of a sword, Lin Qiye held Tian Congyun Sword in his hand and faced Bixian from afar.
…
The Asylum of the Gods.
Jigme Garsh opened the door, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the bathing of the morning sun, feeling very happy.
As early as the ancient Babylonian period, one of his biggest hobbies was to face the first ray of light in the morning, sit on the highest and most gorgeous throne in the entire kingdom, and taste the food while overlooking the busy people working below.
Intoxicating wine.
Now, although there is no throne or fine wine, it is still a good thing to be able to step out in front of the first ray of rising sun and take the group of caregivers busy preparing breakfast for yourself.
His happy mood had not lasted long when a dull collision sound came from next door.
Gilgamesh frowned and looked sideways.
At the door of the ward next door, an ancient ape was sitting cross-legged on the fence, holding a jar of fruit wine in both hands, looking up and drinking.
Wisps of water followed the hair around his mouth and dripped onto the cassock covered with fine cracks. He stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, smacked his lips, and threw the heavy wine jar on the floor of the corridor.
The wine jar rolled in front of Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed.
boom--!
The wine jar under his feet exploded instantly.
Sun Wukong, who was sitting on the fence, suddenly frowned. He looked back at Gilgamesh and said coldly:
"you wanna die?"
"Only you?" Gilgamesh replied calmly.
The busy caregivers downstairs were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound of the wine jar exploding from the second floor. Then they turned to look at the time, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Oh, it turns out it’s time for those two to fight at work...
The caregivers looked as if they were used to it and continued to do their own things. No one cared about the reason why the two people upstairs got into a fight today.
Second floor.
The gazes of Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong collided in the air, as if they were about to spark.
The fighting spirit in the eyes of the two people became more and more fierce. Just when Gilgamesh snorted and was about to take the lead, Sun Wukong seemed to have thought of something and stretched out a finger.
"Wait a moment."
"Um?"
Gilgamesh was stunned.
"There is one person missing." Sun Wukong looked at the ward next door.
"...Tsk, it's really troublesome."
Gilgamesh spoke displeased.
The two looked at each other and walked towards Brachi's ward.
boom--!!
Just hearing a loud noise, the door of Ward No. 3 was kicked open, and Brachi, who was having a sweet dream in bed, suddenly woke up!
When he saw Sun Wukong and Jigme Garsh standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, then moved back a little in fear, and stammered:
"You, what do you want to do?! Don't touch me... don't move..."
Before Brachi could finish his words, Sun Wukong walked directly in front of him, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him towards the door expressionlessly.
"The two of us are fighting and we need some background music." He said calmly.
"..."
Blaki:(#｀д??)??????
Brachi tried to resist, but he didn't know what spell Sun Wukong had cast. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the monkey-hair-covered palm.
This handsome blond guy from Nordic mythology, wearing blue and white striped pajamas, looked like a helpless little chicken. He was dragged by Monkey King from the second floor to the yard. In the process, a large number of caregivers were attracted
Watch.
For a moment, Brachi felt that all the Nordic gods had been humiliated by him.
After the musicians were in place, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh stood on both sides of the courtyard. After a brief pause, they quickly rushed towards each other.