The ice cracked, and A'Zhu, who was completely frozen, was unable to fight back.
"Damn you! Don't touch my sister-in-law!"
Zhang Dalong's eyes were red, but he was stopped by the reformers.
Regardless of the damage, the mirror ghost forcibly seized a body and desperately moved closer to A'Zhu.
Unfortunately, no one can stop it.
Freezing and dismemberment, this level of damage is too serious even for Kaitan.
"well."
Mu Mu sighed, but unfortunately the smile on her lips revealed her true thoughts.
An atmosphere of despair began to fill the air, and Wang Jin and his group were about to lose an important combat capability.
The ice cracked, revealing A'Zhu's pale face.
Unscathed.
"Um?"
Mu Mu was stunned for a moment, and the bandage was whipped away.
Still unscathed.
All that was broken was the ice on his body.
Even the frozen muscles were slowly regaining their softness, and the pale face gradually gained color.
After a while, A'Zhu opened his eyes.
At the same time, the door of the unit in Building 44 was kicked open.
The fragrance of iris echoed in the air, and the petals fluttering in the wind dotted the blood-stained Mingyue Community.
The pure white crown seemed to be born just for him, bringing a majesty that people dare not look directly at.
There was no expression on his handsome face, and his pure black pupils seemed to be burning with flames.
The young prince returns, the rapier in his hand is his thunder and fury.
He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was canonizing his subjects.
"A soul of anger and paranoia, I grant you."
"Give you a body that will never be injured, and grant you endless strength."
"Punish for me, destroy for me."
A pale throne appeared behind him, and a heart-stopping power slowly poured out from it, covering A'Zhu.
The frost slowly melted, and A'Zhu's condition improved rapidly.
Metal gradually emerged on her body, condensing into blood-red light armor.
Complex patterns appeared on the body, and the lips turned into a strange bright red.
Petals fell in the air, and another aggressive fragrance filled the air.
Rose.
"I give you a long whip and light armor, allowing you to show my majesty to the world."
The illusory throne gradually solidified, and Wang Jin sat down with a cold face.
"good."
A'Zhu smiled and nodded, looking at the long whip covered with barbs in his hand.
"You're not dead..."
From the moment Wang Jin came out, Mu Mu launched an attack without hesitation.
Reality is not a special photo shoot, no one will watch you finish your transformation.
Of course there is no such thing as invincible time for transformation.
Chacha——
The bandage was suddenly cut off, and Mu Mu looked at the ax floating in the air with some confusion.
"Hiccup... he's so handsome..."
Leonard looked at the prince in white sitting on the throne, not to mention how envious he was.
"This line is too middle-of-the-road."
Wang Jin leaned slightly on the throne, but secretly scolded Old Peter in his heart.
This old guy specially designed his lines and clothes to resemble the drama of his time, so that Wang Jin had to experience the life of an opera actor.
There is no way, after the medal is modified, the second line must be said, otherwise the blessing of the will of paradise cannot be passed on.
What's even more outrageous is that the more emotional Wang Jin says it, the more realistic it is, and the stronger the bonus he gets.
After all, it is the blessing of the will of paradise, and of course the more happy it makes old Pete, the better.
"Hiss...it's so cold..."
Wang Jin trembled slightly.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.
When the will of paradise is transmitted, he is equivalent to a carrier and cannot act.
In other words, it is a router.
Not even as good as a router.
Don't look at the arrogance of the lines, and talk about a body that will never get hurt.
In fact, it's because the damage was transferred to the throne.
Although the Pale Throne will offset most of it, Wang Jin will still pay for the rest.
In addition, the consumption of inspiration is even more terrifying.
Even the ancient god Wang Jin could suppress his inspiration for a moment, and he could only maintain his throne for about five minutes.
It must be under the condition that A'Zhu is not too injured.
That's why he didn't release the madman.
The eldest brother relies on his own ability to heal himself. He always trades injuries for injuries in fights. If he is happy, he may even commit suicide.
Wang Jin really can't stand it.
"Boom, boom, boom."
There were footsteps coming from behind, accompanied by the cold air and the laughter of children.
Wang Jin knew that this was the couple and Wangwang.
Wangwang's parents sensed their child's breath before and couldn't wait to go to the top floor to look for it. Now it seems they have found it.
"Thank you, this is my child!"
The two came over and bowed deeply to Wang Jin.
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you to the end."
The man's gentle face showed a smile and nodded to Wang Jin.
"Then please take care of me, both of you."
Wang Jin smiled and nodded.
The invisible Leonard shouted, then rushed towards Zhang Dalong and Shou Gong.
"Great! So damn good!"
Zhang Dalong's eyes were red, and Wang Jin felt that he was happier than himself.
Clapping his palms, Zhang Dalong suddenly remembered that Shou Gong was being pinned to the ground by a bunch of reformers.
"Brother Gonggong! Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay."
The guard slowly crawled out from the crowd, and Zhang Dalong noticed that his tail was missing.
"Escape with a broken tail, you really have it."
Zhang Dalong smiled and patted his shoulder, and his fists hitting the reformer became more powerful.
"Your biggest mistake was to choose betrayal."
A'Zhu waved his long whip, and the strange red color was very conspicuous in the night.
The aggressive fragrance mixed with the smell of death makes people feel fear for no reason.
The barbs on the whip fell irregularly along with the petals, leaving blood stains on Mu Mu's body from time to time.
She is the representative of the prince's anger, a beautiful and dangerous rose.
Even though it was his first time to use the long whip, A'Zhu was able to control it flexibly by blowing the wind.
And under the control of Feng, her attacks are even weirder and more cunning.
"Damn it!"
Mu Mu's face looked ugly, and she had to take out the bandage with blood patterns again.
Even so, she was having a hard time coping.
The bandages and long whips were swung in the air, bringing up a few streaks of blood from time to time.
Of course, the blood is all Mumu.
The bandage couldn't break through the blood-red light armor on A'Zhu's body.
The bandage slapped Mu Mu's body, but it was Wang Jin who hurt.
The young man on the throne exudes a touch of majesty, and there is no sadness or joy in his eyes, only anger.
Maybe it's because he keeps scolding his mother in his heart.
When delivering the blessings of paradise, Old Pete had been quietly watching.
Therefore, he cannot make actions that destroy the beauty of the character.
"It hurts so much..."
Wang Jin grinned slightly.
But fortunately, compared with the pain A'Zhu would feel under normal circumstances, Wang Jin's pain was completely childish.