The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 67 Then Let My Brother Give Himself to Me

"How can this be!?"

Everyone was shocked to see the clown coming back from the dead.

He even looked back at the big pit burned by Zhurong to see if the Hulk had been resurrected.

After all, reaching the platinum stage gives you a strong regenerative ability.

Everyone felt relieved after seeing that the Hulk was completely dead.

"It's impossible. I clearly felt that the life characteristics of this ugly thing have completely disappeared." The water god Gonggong said with an unsightly face.

After all, if someone gets hurt because of him, he never wants to go out again in his life.

The disgrace was all thrown to grandma's house.

He will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Don't try to use the same trick again. Who do you think is faster, you or me?" Feeling that his body seemed to be expanding again, the clown immediately looked at the Water God and said.

Just now, I was careless and didn't pay attention. I thought it was an illusion caused by the psychiatric drug.

It now seems that the other party can control the blood in his body.

"Let them go first, and I'll let you go."

Mo Lang's eyes were frighteningly calm, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Even if he put the three sword energies left by the Sword Dao Heavenly Master on Mo Nian, he didn't know how many times the clown could be resurrected with his ability to come back to life.

If he threatened Pei Wu and the others again, he would not dare to bet whether the life-saving trump cards of Pei Wu and the others could suppress the clown.

"leave?"

The clown sneered, his green eyes full of madness: "I'll give you one more chance now. Either I inject this mental potion into your body, or I inject this mental potion into their bodies."

The clown once again took out a syringe filled with red liquid, and the sharp needle kept rubbing against Shen Qinxin and Mo Nian's bodies, which made Mo Lang and his group feel nervous.

"Okay, throw it to me."

Mo Lang looked at Mo Nian and Shen Qinxin who were trying hard not to be afraid, and then reached out his hand to the clown.

"Welcome to join us!"

The clown smiled crazily upon seeing this, and then threw the syringe in his hand to Mo Lang.

But at the moment he threw it out, Shen Qinxin suddenly attacked and hammered hard between the clown's legs, the weakest part of a man.

"Do you really think I'm a fool?"

Unexpectedly, the clown suddenly exerted force and clamped Shen Qinxin's hands with his legs. Then he stretched out his hand and slapped Shen Qinxin on the face, revealing an excited smile: "Since you want to help me with your hands so much, I will help you later."

"You bad guy! I'll bite you to death!"

Just when the clown's attention was on Mo Lang, Shen Qinxin and others, Mo Nian suddenly bit the clown's hand.

However, the clown seemed to feel no pain, allowing Mo Nian to bite his wrist. He even smiled excitedly and said, "I like crazy kids like you. How about you and your brother join us?"

As he spoke, the clown took out another syringe, looked at Mo Lang and said, "If you hesitate again, I will stab your sister's neck with this syringe, okay?"

"I'll give you three seconds. Three... two..."

"and many more!"

Seeing this, Mo Lang immediately clenched the red syringe in his hand and stabbed his arm fiercely.

puff!
All he could hear was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh. The syringe in Mo Lang's hand did not pierce his arm.

On the opposite side, behind the clown, a figure appeared at some point, raised a sharp dagger, and directly cut off the clown's head.

Mo Lang recognized the person at a glance; it was the Thousand-Faced Female Thief.

"What I hate most is using children to threaten others." The Thousand Faces Female Thief covered Mo Nian's eyes with one hand, then kicked the clown's body aside.

"Zhu Rong, just burn the corpse of that ugly thing, to prevent it from coming back to life again." Upon seeing this scene, Gong Gong immediately said to Zhu Rong.

"If you had let me take action earlier, this wouldn't have happened." Zhu Rong waved his hand, and the scorching flames instantly burned the clown's body to ashes, leaving no ashes.

"Don't worry, the Joker can't come back from the dead. The reason he's not dead is because what you killed before was his fake body. It's just the Joker's skill."

Seeing that Mo Lang and his group were still on guard, the Thousand-Faced Female Thief said, "This skill has a cooldown time. After the clone dies, it will take three days before you can create another clone."

"Thank you."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. Mo Lang looked at the Thousand Faced Female Thief with a complicated expression and said.

Because just now, the voice of the Thousand Faced Female Thief rang in Mo Lang's ears, and he was stunned for a moment.

But when he heard that the Thousand Faced Female Thief could save his sister, he immediately knew what to do.

So after he attracted the Joker's attention, the Thousand Faces Thief used her invisibility and breath-concealing skills to sneak behind the Joker and then cut off the Joker's head.

"You're welcome. Even though we have a grudge against each other, I don't like the people in the asylum. I'm even more disgusted by scum like the clown who threatens little girls with it!"

The Thousand Faces Female Thief looked at Mo Lang and said, "But let's just write off today's incident and the last incident."

"no problem."

Mo Lang nodded. After all, in his opinion, no matter how many treasures he had, they were not as valuable as his sister's life.

"Row."

The Thousand-Faced Female Thief glanced at Mo Lang, then bent down, pinched Mo Nian's cute little face, and said, "Sister saved you today, how do you want to thank sister?"

Mo Nian frowned when he heard this, and thought for a long time before saying innocently, "Then I'll ask my brother to marry me?"

"..."

The Thousand-Faced Female Thief's mouth twitched when she heard this. She glanced at Mo Lang and said unhappily, "You filthy rascal, you're teaching your sister these things all day long?"

"How is this possible? Don't talk nonsense, Maruko."

Mo Lang quickly shook his head and glared at Xiaowanzi on the surface, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Good sister.

She is really my good sister.

"Why don't I ask my mother to give birth to a younger sister?" When Zhou Zhennan saw this scene, a bold idea came to his mind.

If I had a sister like this, wouldn’t I be like a god?
"Brother, I'm not talking nonsense. When Sister Shen and I were watching TV dramas, the girls who were saved by heroes all said this to the heroes."

Mo Nian looked at Mo Lang and said seriously, "I am a girl, and I am still very young, so only my brother can promise me his love, right?"

Hearing Mo Nian's words, everyone's eyes turned to Shen Qinxin.

"No, you take my sister to watch these things every day?"

Mo Lang looked at Shen Qinxin, who was about to bury her head in his chest, and asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)