Motorized aspect

Chapter 1548 Communication before the war
"Oh God, oh Maikar, oh Fake! Do Wuming really want to fight with that lunatic in this way? This is simply crazy!" An old woman was mumbling incoherently.

The mood of the people around them also seemed to be problematic, "I bet their brains must have been removed."

"You're right my friend, I hope they turn into salad dressing, ah... I mean, to hell with them."

"Yeah man, for God's sake we should have a cup of coffee now, shouldn't we?"

Feng Yi subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat. The conversations between people around him were too strange. He hoped he would not be regarded as the same person.As for why he came today, the reason was simple. Feng Yi knew Wuming's true identity.

On the contrary, there are very few audiences of the Kantelu tribe today, and they seem to be uninterested in this way of fighting.

Soon, as the pressure of the domain suddenly spread, boom!Wuming's figure suddenly fell to the ground. Its speed was too fast for the naked eye to catch. Based on his strength alone, Wuming was obviously one of the most capable people on the peak battlefield.

It stood with its hands on its shoulders like a stone in the center of the field and then stopped responding.

Until the clown appeared, Wuming still had no reaction.

Its calmness surprised the clown. No one has ever behaved so calmly on their own battlefield. A hint of joking flashed in the clown's eyes, "Can we start now?"

Wuming raised his head and said, "The buzzer hasn't sounded yet, so I don't want to break the rules."

"Self-inflicted harm will not be counted in the rules. Don't worry. If the referee dares to rule that self-inflicted harm is a foul, I will kill him."

The clown's behavior was so eccentric that the commentator broke out in a cold sweat at his words, but rules are rules.

Wuming said: "Whether to kill him or not is your business, it has nothing to do with me."

The clown laughed: "I hate your voice, but the expression on your face when you are pretending to be calm makes people very interested, hehehe."

"Your interests are really weird." Wuming sighed: "But I'm sorry, I have no interest in you."

"Hehehe, I hope you won't regret these words, I guarantee you will."

Seeing the clown laughing, Wuming also laughed, but it was just a sneer: "Ignorance is also a kind of happiness. If you think you can make me regret it, you can come over."

"If you come here now, won't I be eliminated? Your calculation is really not good, but forget it, I will wait. Do you still dare to fulfill the previous agreement, or do you want to die in a certain way? , everything can be clearly arranged for you.”

"Thank you so much." Wuming snorted coldly: "Say what you want, laugh, be happy, you will soon stop laughing."

"Hehehe, I think these words are more appropriate to apply to you. I really look forward to your expression after the buzzer sounds." The clown has seen too many guys who swear before the war and have an emotional breakdown after the war. Sometimes, Death is called relief, while living is called suffering. The clown is obviously this kind of alien who can make his opponents feel a deeper sense of terror.

"Hehehehe..." Wuming let out a gloomy laugh: "Are you emotionally broken? It seems that you know nothing about power."

"Really? Then I have to thank you. You will let me taste it later, but before that, I must declare one thing in advance."

"What do you want to declare?" "It's very simple. The pain of the skin being cut and the body being torn apart is a feeling that is countless times more painful than Hera's pain. I believe you will feel it soon."

"I'm sorry, I have experienced the feeling you are talking about many years ago, and I have long been accustomed to it. Didn't I say that you know nothing about power, and the power conveyed by fear is just nothing in my eyes? Boring stuff, not worth mentioning."

The clown gave a weird smile: "Hehehe, say it, scream it, you can only take advantage of it now."

Wuming said: "A dog that doesn't bite will just bark. No matter how it barks, a dog is still a dog. It's just a guy who is keen on bluffing and pretending to be a tiger. Of course, barking is your freedom. I have no right to criticize. You can do whatever you like."

The clown said: "I have to admit your ability to talk. Frankly speaking, the commentary industry needs you. It would be a pity to die here. I have a suggestion. If you can sew your mouth shut within ten seconds, I will I’ll give you a chance to change your career.”

"Hahahahaha..." Wuming laughed and said, "You really have a knack for being funny."

The clown asked suspiciously: "What?"

Wuming explained: "Aren't all orcs good at being old-fashioned? There are not many humorous guys like you. Compared with those old-fashioned guys, I think you are suitable to be a comedian. Don't worry about business, I will support you of."

"Hehehehe..." The clown sneered sinisterly, "Thank you for your suggestion. I will consider it carefully, but unfortunately, you, the introducer, may not be able to see my performance."

Wuming asked: "Why?"

"Because dead people don't watch performances, of course you don't have to worry. Based on ancient human traditions, I will consider burning some paper money for you. Do you want to make a will now?"

Wuming nodded and said: "It makes sense, but unfortunately time does not allow it."

The clown asked, "What?"

Wuming replied: "I'm sure you have at most one minute left. I will kill you or bury you, but you still have time to say goodbye to your family."

The clown agreed: "It's a coincidence that it's rare for us to agree on something."

Wuming nodded and said, "It seems so."

The fat man was stunned, whether the two of them were fighting or not. He doubted that if they continued chatting, there would be sparks of sympathy or love, so the fat man began to be stunned as usual.

We all know that Wuming is very strong, and his opponent is crazy, but when a strong and rogue meets a crazy and stubborn, there may be some little-known secrets between them.

It's a pity that the communication time left for the two of them is very short, only 1 minute. If it can last for an hour at this point in time, no, it only takes half an hour at most, I believe that there will be a spark of love between each other, even if it is not Love, after talking for so long, it was impossible to talk about feelings, so Fatty thought this battle was too unnecessary.

It should marry him on the spot, or he should marry it. Although both of them feel like males, what does it matter? Love that crosses races and genders is called true love. People don’t often say this, age It is not a restriction, and interest is not a distance. On this basis, he would like to add two sentences: gender is not a gap, and race is not a problem.

Don't tell me, the fat man who was thinking about it really saw some clues. If they really didn't care about each other, who would argue in such an occasion.

(Go to the hospital and finish writing a chapter in a hurry)
(End of this chapter)