Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

"Hahaha, it turns out to be the black tailor's biaoko! Aren't you scared? Are you coming to please me? He

was still angry that the "black tailor" had previously rejected his assignment.

Secretary Li showed a smug look, and after transforming into a werewolf, his IQ was indeed greatly affected.

The longer the transformation time, the unique thinking mode of human beings will become a one-dimensional linear mode, and the IQ will be closer to the beast, until finally it will be completely assimilated with the beast, and only bloodthirsty and murderous thoughts remain in the mind.

He had even forgotten that he had just had his arm cut off, but with his strong recovery ability, he had almost recovered.

Junshang, also the woman whose appearance was covered by a fine black veil, turned around, a flash of anger flashed on her face, and her slender fingers flicked gently.

A dark "fork" type mark appeared on the werewolf's

chest, and the next moment, a dagger composed of shadow power broke through the void and

pierced through the werewolf's chest.

Blood gushed out in large quantities, and Secretary Li looked at his wound in disbelief, his pupils shrank, and he slowly fell to the ground.

"For ... Miscellaneous...... "You...

Not to come... Help me..."

"I'm sorry, he's too noisy, the little slave will introduce himself again."

Jun Shang ignored Secretary Li, turned to look at Su Ziyu, and said with a slight bow, "Xiao Nu is the current chief of the 'Black Tailor', because some things in the organization have been delayed, the rescue is late, and I hope that the Lord will forgive him."

Su Ziyu was a little confused by the other party's set of words, and subconsciously opened the visualization embodiment, and the phantom of the original demon god appeared behind him again, it was not clear whether it was an enemy or a friend, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

The entire body of the Primordial Demon God was bathed in darkness, and the cloak behind him was composed of the power of shadows, opening his eyes one by one.

"Yes!"

The moment he saw the Primordial Demon God, Jun Shang's face changed, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at each other.

The car boy beside her was even more frightened and trembled, and did not dare to say more.

"Lord... Lord, subordinates are not good at doing things, and I hope that the Lord will be angry..." Jun

Shang felt that the power of the shadows around him was ripped away by the other party, and he was even more frightened, gritted his teeth and turned around, and raised his index and middle fingers, and poked forward.

"It's all to blame for you provoking the Lord!"

Jun Shang's eyes exploded with murderous intent, and he glared at Secretary Li.

Secretary Li was still thinking about the relationship between the two, but he didn't notice that a small "fork" mark appeared on his head

, and then there was a crisp sound of breaking the void in his ears, and a dagger composed of the power of shadows happened to be stabbed exactly where the mark was.

Blood gushed out, Secretary Li's pupils gradually dilated, and

in the next second, his head exploded like a watermelon, leaving only his lonely body still kneeling on the ground.

The furious Shadow Force covered the area like a tide, and when the Shadow Force retreated, only a little wreck remained, and the ship's hull was even more damaged after being attacked by the King.

"The Lord is angry, and the one who gets in the way has solved it." Jun Shang faced Su Ziyu's direction again, and bowed slightly, "If there is anything that does not go your way, you can mention it."

Su Ziyu somewhat understood.

There must be some misunderstanding.

The beautiful woman standing opposite is the boss of the "Black Tailor", and now she is shouting herself one by one, probably mistaking herself for the Lord of Shadows?

Yes, the two subordinates who killed the "black tailor" before were probably noticed by this woman called Junshang.

But this way....

Seems to be good?

Su Ziyu was a little settled in his heart, his defiant gaze swept over Jun Shang and Che Tong, and said solemnly and solemnly:

"No need."

Jun Shang nodded slightly, stepped to Su Ziyu's side, lagged behind by a position, and then ushered in the carriage driven by four black horses, bent down and said:

"Lord, where are you going, I can send you over."

Su Ziyu glanced at the carriage, secretly said, worthy of the assassination organization is rich, this carriage is a taboo item at a glance, such a big taboo item, I'm afraid that money can't buy it, this organization's family base is really thick!

"No, I still have things to deal with myself." Su Ziyu unceremoniously declined Jun Shang's kindness, glanced at them and said, "Are you okay?"

"Wherever the Lord goes, I go."

Jun Shang said softly.

Ah this....

The girl sees that you look very good-looking, why are you so pedantic...

Su Ziyu didn't want to take the other party to "Lalaye"

, after all, he was not a legitimate Lord of Shadows, and

it was not fun to expose his true strength with too much contact.

He coughed lightly and said,

"There are some things that I can only do alone."

"Yes, I will not add to the Lord's confusion when I wait for the burden." Jun Shang nodded very sensibly, "But before leaving, the little slave has a gift for you." "

A gift?

Su Ziyu was stunned for a moment, still maintaining a calm smile on his face, "What gift?" Jun

Shang raised Qianqianyu's hand and poked it into his heart in front of everyone.

This scene frightened the car boy beside her and quickly exclaimed Jun Shang.

Jun Shang stretched out his hand without changing color, and there was a sphere that emitted a faint black light in his palm.

"This is the half-piece of shadow soul that the little slave has cultivated so far." Jun Shang's face turned a lot pale, "You have just recovered, and it is time to rush to regain your strength, this is the little slave's loyal dedication to you, and I hope you accept it." "

Su Ziyu is stupid.

He didn't have to go into the system space to check the material level of this shadow soul, and just the overflowing spirituality knew that the level of this thing must be six stars up.

Moreover, he could feel that this Junshang in front of him was even stronger than himself!

This kind of existence has dedicated the shadow soul that he has cultivated for most of his life to himself gratuitously....

It can only come true when you dream.

Although I don't know why the "Black Tailor" cares so much about the "Lord of Shadows", after all, the other party has sent gifts to your face, and if you don't accept it, how can you sleep peacefully when this beautiful chief goes back.

Su Ziyu showed the courage and calmness unique to an ancient powerhouse, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he included that shadow soul into the system space.

Su Ziyu looked at Jun Shang, who suddenly became a little weak, and was not ready to thank him, but said calmly:

"How is the family?"

Home?

He actually treats us like family?!

Jun Shang and the car boy couldn't help but feel a warm current in their hearts.

See no!

They didn't find it wrong!

This Lord of Shadows is definitely the "Shadow Demon" that the "Black Tailor" has been worshipping for generations

, they just have different god names in different eras, and as for why he has not responded to the prayer

, the intentions of the gods cannot be guessed!

If God does not respond, it means that there is no need to respond, or there is no power to respond for the time being!

After all, Jun Shang could feel that although the strength of the Lord had recovered somewhat, it was still far from the level of the gods!

Jun Shang tried several times to suppress the excitement in his heart, and there was a little crying in his voice:

"Very good, we are fine, woo-woo..." "

When I finish that thing, I will go back and take a look."

Jun Shang's eyes lit up, and he handed Su Ziyu a hot gold business card, "Please also ask the Lord to accept it, this is the current residence of the 'Black Tailor'."

"Got it."

Su Ziyu accepted the business card, Jun Shang saluted again, turned around and stepped into the carriage.

The majestic power of shadows followed behind the horse and slowly fled into the distance.