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Chapter 1122 You Need to Grow Up Quickly

Chelsea is a Zuger.

Just thirty minutes ago, he had just experienced the most dangerous and exciting adventure of his life as a guide.

He escaped from the lair of the black-haired Gog with the upright ape who called himself Professor Smith and his expedition team.

The black-haired gorillas were so angry that they tried to summon the gods of their faith to cast the most vicious curses on the damn thieves.

Then, the earth fell from the sky.

Chelsea could swear that there was definitely no deviation in the language she used.

Right in front of him, the sky suddenly lost its light, and then a very large piece of land tore through the sky and fell down.

They had already escaped almost ten kilometers away, but still could not escape the aftermath of the collision between heaven and earth.

The crimson wasteland was torn open in an instant with a huge crack of unknown length, and Professor Smith's expedition team fell down without a sound.

Chelsea didn't know how he survived. The scene was too horrifying, causing an unprecedented shock to his already limited brain. Now his mind was blank.

I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything, I just felt blood flowing from my nostrils.

Then, he suddenly understood it all.

This body is too weak, I need to escape quickly.

There is still a chance to turn the situation around, and the lessons learned this time can be applied to next time.

That child always gets left alone...

However, when he turned around, his rapidly working brain suddenly came to a standstill.

A bloody iron hand came towards him and easily grabbed his head.

"Wait a moment!"

puff--

Before he could even think of his lines, his head was crushed on the spot.

This is the sixth one.

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand to shake off the brain matter and flesh stuck to his palm, and looked around indifferently.

Most of these thousand-year-old bastards have the trump card of faking their death and escaping. They can't die cleanly, and once given the opportunity, they can make a comeback.

Unfortunately, he was facing the best hunter this time.

Or in other words, he is the most professional killer.

Seven, one of the top students at Hogwarts once said, is a magical number.

If he could really release seventy-two incarnations to escape, Wang Yunxiao could only admit that he was willing but unable.

However, relying on his murderous lock and combat instincts, Wang Yunxiao bet that he only had seven chances.

The borders of an ancient empire were determined by the limits of the jurisdiction of its central administrative body.

That is to say, the wheels of the vehicles shall be of the same track and the writing of the books shall be of the same writing.

Outside this range, it's basically free-range.

The same is true for people. No matter how awesome King Solomon boasted about the 72 demon gods, there are only a few who are truly powerful and famous. The rest are just like the Liangshan heroes, just making up the numbers.

If he really has seventy-two clones, and dozens of them escape, can they really be successfully retrieved without internal strife?

I'm afraid it will be difficult.

The broken blood-red mecha stayed there for a moment, then turned into a residual image and disappeared in an instant.

In a rock crevice five kilometers away, a spider the size of a hound was curled up in a dark corner, using rubble to cover its body and trying its best not to make any noise.

Hiding here won't...

The next moment, the rock collapsed, and the spider's body was pierced through by the spear, and body fluids splattered everywhere.

the seventh.

The murderous intent surging in my mind finally calmed down.

King Solomon, a great king... This seems to be a bit insulting to the term. If we ignore the excessive citations in later animation and games, and only consider it from a historical perspective, the greatest contribution of this wise king was to make his country a little better, and then he took in many concubines and left many descendants.

But after his death, the kingdom fell into disunity.

To put it bluntly, the pressure he brought to Wang Yunxiao was not even as strong as Kong Shu. It was not just because Wang Yunxiao had been promoted to Blood Pagoda and his combat power had increased greatly.

The main reason is that the tricks used by this old guy are too low-level.

It feels like punching the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking the Beihai Kindergarten.

Wang Yunxiao took a look at the spider's corpse, then raised his foot and crushed it again.

A small country with few people fears power but does not cherish virtue.

The blood-red mecha leaped into the air, broke through the clouds, and landed on the top of the mountain.

This is a tombstone for King Solomon.

The white-haired girl lay quietly on the tombstone, the blood oozing from her mouth and nose dyed her hair red.

Wang Yunxiao untied his armor, casually put his spear aside, and looked up to meet the sinister gazes around him.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have anything to do?"

He snorted coldly, and most of the eyes around him disappeared instantly. Only a few eyes remained on Li Mumu, as if they were quite interested in the girl who buried Solomon.

Wang Yunxiao held the spear and said politely, "Get lost."

The remaining gazes also withdrew.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"Grandson-in-law!"

Xu Huange grabbed Wang Yunxiao's trouser leg and whispered anxiously, "My great-great-great-granddaughter seems to be dying. What should I do?"

"It's okay, just die."

"Wow, how could you say something so callous?"

"You don't understand. This is called the interest between husband and wife."

Wang Yunxiao leaned over and held Li Mumu in his arms.

The dignified god of Xiquan Mountain, where is Xiquan Mountain?
Xiquan Mountain is in the underworld.

Death would be like going home.

My wife has a wide network of contacts in the underworld...

"Hold my legs."

"Oh."

Xu Huange pursed his lips and hugged Wang Yunxiao's thigh obediently.

There was a flash of silver light, and after a brief moment of dizziness, they were teleported back to the real world.

As soon as he landed, Wang Yunxiao met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Well, I was teleported directly back to the door of Ms. Baizhi’s residence.

I want to report... Bah, I'm interrupting you, I want to report the Astronomical Bureau for favoritism and fraud! You're not mentally prepared at all!
Ms. Baizhi was holding a basket of vegetables and seemed to have just returned from the vegetable market. She nodded at Wang Yunxiao and turned her gaze to the little girl hiding behind Wang Yunxiao.

"Is it fun outside?"

"It's... not bad."

Xu Huange felt a little guilty.

“It’s a little dangerous.”

"Will you go out and play again in the future?"

"go out!"

Xu Huange answered without hesitation.

"It can't be so thrilling every day, right?"

"That's hard to say."

Ms. Bai Zhi smiled and said, "We have offended a lot of people in the past. Although most of the problems have been solved, there are still some omissions. So... you have to eat well, sleep well, and grow up quickly."

"When you grow up, you can protect Grandma."

(End of this chapter)