Aura Hunter

After delivering the polite greeting, the silhouette then slowly raised the face under the three-cornered hat, showing his handsome and young face in front of the dean.

"Is it finally here? Jetiskokey, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

The dean leaned on the throne as before, with a strong expression. His voice responded, and his words and deeds really revealed the demeanor of a king.

"Aiya, I'm sorry, after all, the time flow speed is different in different maze locations. I can't control this precisely." Jettiskaki raised his hand and lowered the brim of his three-cornered hat. In a leisurely tone, he apologized to the dean for saying with a smile.

Seeing the guy appearing from the void, it was the butcher hunter who had agreed to meet in advance with the Happy Theater. The three backbone clowns at the back of the hall immediately restrained the killing intent displayed between their limbs.

The dean raised his hand and braced his jaw, looked at Jettiskoji's facial features, and then sighed playfully:

"I remember you appeared in front of me last time. When you were there, your face was still wrinkled like an old man, but this time you look like a young man..."

Jettisco After listening, Kei touched his face laughed to show off.

"hehe, my own face has been disfigured for many years, so I like to use other people's skin to decorate myself, and change the style every once in a while, and the current face is from the previous How about I slaughter a young and promising elite hunter, I'm very energetic?"

The next second, Ding Luobi's impatient words were from Jettis There was a sound from behind Corky.

"Don't talk about some of these, can you go straight to the point?"

Jetiskki slowly turned around and glanced at the three in front of him The backbone clown, then set his eyes on the devil-like face of Ding Luobi, who was headed by him.

"The main topic? Yes. Then first of all, please allow me to ask a question, how was your harvest this time?" time, we captured more than half a thousand Aura hunters alive, and lost more than half a thousand of our own people. Overall, the gains outweighed the losses." He responded with a moderate pace: "hehe, on my side, I killed half a hundred Aura hunters alone, and the killing was soft. It's really enjoyable."

He smiled brightly. Announced, shaking the ancient hunter's black ring, and then took out dozens of hunter nameplates connected together, the surface was stained with dried blood, and shook it at the joyful theater present. As if he was deliberately showing off his achievements.

"Then, since the gains outweigh the losses, it should be enough to prove the sincerity of my cooperation, right?" Jettiskaki took back the sinful nameplate string, and then continued to ask the silhouette on the throne.

The dean slowly nodded and replied plainly: "Well, now it seems that you do have a "divine object" possessing great magical power like me, and we can indeed cooperate. ."

Jetiskki heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Very good, then we can then—"

However, the butcher hunter was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted again by the clown behind him.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't talk to yourself, I haven't fully accepted it yet." Through the whole church, the originally quiet air was suddenly filled with a thick medicinal smell of fire.

Faced with this situation, the dean in the center chose to remain silent for a while, while Fente and Isaiah on both sides watched with interest.

The butcher-hunter Jettiskuki turned his body with a sullen look, and looked back at the arrogant and despotic-looking building block clown Dinbilo.

"I remember...you are one of the dean's cronies, your name is Ding Biluo, right?"

"Ding Bi, Mister Luo, you seem to be I'm very prejudiced..."

"What's the matter, none of the prophecies I gave you this time are false, why do you feel bad for me? Not satisfied?"

Dimbilo raised his long beak-like nose, almost as if he was looking down at Jettiskok with his nostrils.

"Heh, what's not to like? That's the stupidest question I've heard in years."

"You're in that hunter uniform now with us. Wandering around carefree in front of everyone in the theater, isn't it a challenge to our bottom line?"

"You obviously don't understand the feud between the Happy Theater and the Aura Hunting Group, right?"

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Jettiskoji heard this, raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and then responded with a deep smile:

"Ah, so you care about my clothes?"

"Sorry, I just think the hunter's uniform is beautiful, close-fitting, and practical, so even if I betray the hunting group, I still like to wear it."

"This is just me personally It's just a hobby, it has nothing to do with the history of the hunting troupe and the theater, and you shouldn't be so sensitive."

However, in the face of the butcher hunter's friendly explanation, the building block clown showed no appreciation at all.

"Oh, you can say that anyone can, but who knows what your heart is thinking?"

Jetiskki kept a smile, and then Calmly asked: "If you still think that I may still be loyal to the hunting group, then you can ask the prisoners you captured, they must be very familiar with my 'holy light Pure Land Killing Human Demon' ' has become famous."

Ding Biluo rolled the eyes.

In fact, he had already checked the past deeds of the butcher hunters with those delirious hunter captives.

However, even though Jettiskok's crimes are indeed enough to prove that he is a bloodthirsty scum on par with the mad clown, Timbero still refuses to fully accept this frivolous guy.

"In my opinion, if you really want to cooperate with us, you have to take off your damn garbage clothes, then accept our admission ceremony, and officially become one of our members, Only in this way will it be the most powerful proof for you."

When Timbero overbearing reached such a point, Jettiskok's smile finally showed a few impatient cracks, and he opened his eyes slightly. In the open eyelids, there is a disdain and surly emotional color.

"Huh? You want me to officially join the Pleasure Theater and wear a wacky leather jacket as ugly as yours? Please, spare me, but not everyone has the same taste as you. It's just as bad and sloppy."

The block clown's expression condensed for a short time, and then his face swelled with blue veins like cobwebs.

“smelly brat, it seems you are really tired of living...”