About the Fact That I Joined the Evil | Evil Organization

Of course, such a battle took place in the heavens, and one can imagine what the heavens will look like now.

Loli Yawei can't help but fall into a difficult situation.

It is also understood why the original plan was to coerce her into agreeing.

"I'm very sorry, but my lord has not assisted you with these evil thoughts at all."

thump.

Suddenly appearing on the stone table, a man wrapped in bandages like a mummy looked down at the Clown King.

The three pairs of wings with only bones left have regrown muscle tissue and feathers.

The Archangel, who had only been in the treatment cabin like a popcorn machine for tens of minutes, appeared in front of him almost intact.

"Micah, it's impolite to stand on the table."

Loli Yawei's speech suddenly made the atmosphere weird.

Because the bandages were tightly wrapped, I couldn't see the expression of this god-side Michael, but it must be embarrassing.

However, Michael also complied with Loli Yawei's wish and got down from the stone table, but the wings on his back accidentally overturned the oolong tea and the small saucer containing pumpkin seeds.

"My lord, please go back to the room first, I will send these evil guests away—"

The next second, the general's slap gently covered Michael's face.

Michael, who was packaged as a mummy, crashed through the ceiling of the temple and flew out.

A lot of 'chicken feathers'... No, it's angel feathers scattered all over the place.

The majestic figure just now disappeared from the field of vision, and No. 2 silently ordered his subordinate demon to pick up feathers.

Looks like it could make multiple pillows again.

"Ah!"

Seeing that Michael was shot flying, Loli Yawei immediately uttered a little mournful cry.

……

After half an hour.

Michael, who was more seriously wrapped in bandages, sat on the stone bench and joined the discussion group.

It's just...how should I describe the other party's miserable situation?

Two of the three pairs of wings hang down weakly, probably broken. The originally beautiful wings seem to be suffering from baldness. It feels like the bald spot on the top of his Chinese teacher's head when he was in junior high school.

Number 2 smiled unkindly.

Even if the general didn't make a move just now, he didn't intend to spare Michael lightly. You must know that the pumpkin seeds were fried by the general, and they taste better than those bought in the supermarket.

It would be polite to pluck all the feathers to this food-wasting angel.

It is different from the general who can shoot as lightly as possible, because he is relatively weak, so the No. 2 shot can only be done with all his strength.

Although the white knight's transformation device is still with a certain little detective, the activation device of the combat uniform (black) that is just overhauled is placed in his portable storage device.

That's what...

If it was him who shot, it would probably be an instant transformation, and then belong to the exclusive weapon of the combat uniform - the Black hole war axe (Black hole war axe), which is operated by gravity at maximum power.

Yes, this thing was named by a professional who did not appear in order to emphasize his own presence.

I just don't know which one is more powerful, the mini black hole formed by supergravity, or the seriously injured God's side.

Of course, if one mini black hole doesn't solve the problem, then another one will.

Bathed in his sight, Michael shuddered,

Chapter 320 Planning Start

Chapter 320 Planning Start

In order to maintain the safety of Yahweh, Michael had to join this discussion group.

Leaving aside the self-healing ability of the angel race, or Michael's elite template.

Even though his whole body suffered from comminuted fractures, and his wings were turned into gnawed bones, it only took a few tens of minutes to recover to the point where he could be alive and kicking.

It was like making a treatment cabin for a popcorn machine, and it was like making popcorn, and the treatment speed exceeded their estimates.

No matter how it declines, it is still a protoss, and it really cannot be underestimated.

boom.

Michael's fist hit the stone table hard, and the stone table made a muffled sound, and cracks spread from the place where the fist hit to the entire table.

"you!!"

After the Clown King explained again tirelessly, Michael was naturally furious.

"Micah, don't break the table..."

That was a cultural relic table with a history of [-] years. It was smashed like this, and Luo Li Yawei felt extremely heartbroken.

No. 2 tried to review the past to learn the new, but felt that he didn't have the brains, and Wen couldn't come up with any new plans, so he had to eat pumpkin seeds with the general and chat about how to please girls.