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I’m Too Difficult (One More)

The moment Yu pulled out his arm, Maxwell’s body suddenly began to melt like a burning candle.
A stream of bright red mucus poured out from Maxwell’s pierced brain, and a faint smell of rust emanated, but when he couldn’t breathe, Maxwell’s body turned into a pool of bright red mucus, which was poured on the frozen soil. , splashing white mist, making a sizzling burning sound.
At the same time, Maxwell’s Linger, who was being held by Yu, suddenly began to line up, and the dense and complex textures spread around the Linger. Just looking at it gave a sense of time and space chaos.
Similar textures also lit up on the mucus that was poured on the frozen soil, and a thick vitality poured out from it, poured into the spirit, and provided abundant energy for those textures.
“Teleportation spell?”
Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise, then squinted his eyes, his gray pupils were quickly shrouded in pitch black, he looked at the spirit in his hand with his dark, pupilless eyes, and then said in a low voice Words of Terrible Power 15:
[Twisted. 】
In an instant, the dense and complex principle flickered slightly, directly detaching from Maxwell’s spirit grid, and suspended in mid-air parallel to the spirit grid, less than 20 centimeters apart.
Before the spell was activated, Yu ignored the defense of the spell and twisted and tampered with the target of the spell, causing it to lose its direction.
“When you have something in my hand, do you still want to steal it?”
Yu laughed sarcastically, stretched out his other hand, and supported the technique in mid-air, and the moment he held the technique in his hand, the core of the technique was a ‘similar to Maxwell’. Lingge is slowly being generated.
Analysis-deduction-copy, all in one go.
After making a fake with Dirac’s heart, Yula left the teleportationForm generation, let it transmit Maxwell’s spirit to the distance, and he himself is a line of steps, stepping into the realm, tracking the direction of the spirit’s departure, distorting the traces of existence, and following up.
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1777 Outer Gate, on the outskirts of the city, on the edge of cultivated farmland along the stream.
The boy with a flute at his waist was lying on a boulder, immersed his feet in the cold stream, covered his face with a straw hat, and made a small snoring sound from time to time.
At this moment, the shadow of the stone inexplicably extended.
The snoring stopped abruptly, the young man took off his straw hat, and changed from lying down to sitting. He glanced at the hot sun in the sky, patted the stone beside him, and said in a somewhat helpless tone, “Since you are here, let’s sit. ”
While saying this, Hei Tian turned his eyes away and thought about the shadow on the ground.
Silently, the shadow was rising like waves on the water, and a figure slowly and steadily rose from the shadow.
Hei Tian narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the person who came.
It was a girl with silver hair that crossed the waist, with a small tuft of upturned hair on her head, wearing a black dress with white edges, as delicate as a doll, young at most eleven or twelve.
The girl slowly emerged from the shadows and opened her eyes, revealing a pair of empty and indifferent gray eyes.
Looking at the visitor, Hei Tian was inexplicably relieved, reached out his hand and lowered his straw hat, only showing one right eye, stared at the visitor and said, “I didn’t expect you to come here, Typhon.”
The other party didn’t respond, just glanced at Hei Tian lightly, and fell into silence.
And Hei Tian was also accustomed to the indifference of girls.
“Then what is the boss’s order for you to come here?”
Typhon glanced at Hetian again, and then said in a flat tone:
“…Go to hell.”
Hei Tian’s face suddenly stiffened, because he knew that he and Typhon had no grudges and no grudges, so the words ‘go to death’ were probably from the leader’s mouth.
Although he didn’t succeed in catching Al Gore, he had no credit and hard work. You know, he was fighting one of the five monsters in the dawn period, and he almost pulled out the skin of the other party, and in exchange for this words?
“That useless waste dragon.” Hei Tian scolded in a low voice, but continued to ask: “Apart from that? What’s the leader’s reaction?”
“…She’s very angry.” Typhon said lightly, as if worried that Hei Tian couldn’t understand, and explained it again: “Last night I smashed two game controllers, and I only ate one meal of potato chips, and I didn’t have any Coke. drink.”
“That’s really very angry…” Hei Tian snorted coldly, 80% of which is a hardcore game that didn’t clear the level, that crippled trash real dragon: “Apart from these?”
Typhon tilted his head, it seemed strange that Hei Tian’s behavior of seeking abuse, but he still responded to Hei Tian’s ‘expectation’:
“If you dare to lure that bastard over, I will kill you, and your ashes will be lifted up. I will do what I say.”
“Tsk, it was discovered.” Hei Tian smacked his mouth, and his face was obviously a little unhappy. He sighed, pressed his straw hat again, and said, “Tell the leader after you go back, think about it. If I want to steal someone from that person, I need a certain amount of support.”
When he said this, he paused for a while, and said with a bit of helplessness in his eyes:
“If she doesn’t want the plan to fail.”
This is already an obvious threat. If it wasn’t necessary, Hei Tian really didn’t want to use this method, but he also knew that if he didn’t do it, that waste dragon would not act.
“I understand.” Typhon nodded lightly, indicating that he would inform the leader.
Hearing this sentence, Hei Tian sighed inexplicably, looked at Typhon with a bit of relief on his face, and said with some melancholy:
“If only the rest of the Sun Kings were as reliable as you, Typhon.”
Typhon didn’t answer, but suddenly swept his gaze to Hei Tian’s right hand, where a ray of light was gradually lighting up, and after a while, a transparent and bright square crystal appeared.
Hei Tian, ​​who was also aware of this, held the crystal and subconsciously frowned and said:
“Huh? Maxwell died so soon?”
The moment he held the crystal, Hei Tian’s eyes suddenly widened. In his eyes, a big sun rose and fell, repeating the cycle, and then he predicted a picture.
The head had two horns, and the ‘Ouroboros’ biting the tail ripped apart the realm. A pair of dragon eyes stared at a young man wearing a straw hat. There seemed to be a bit of sneering and cruelty in the pupils.
A gloomy aura climbed up from the spine into Hei Tian’s mind:
“No, it’s locked. Typhon, let’s join hands?”
Hei Tian looked at the place where Typhon was standing, looking at the empty place, his face twitched slightly.