Gradually, scattered Weirs burst out of the smoke.

They saw that Yang's first reaction was to rush up to tear him into pieces, and the vast majority of Weirs went into pieces without incident.

Yang enjoyed the feeling of suddenly changing from grandson to grandpa.

A few dozen minutes ago he saw more than five low-level Weir warriors coming up, and the only thing he could do was to slip and run.

But now he packs up these guys like a dad hitting his son. Although he can't do it as easily as another Luo, it is already a terrible promotion for him.

"boom!"

Yang punched a Welsh helmet on the ground, knocking its brain into pieces.

If it was put before, he might break the helmet and take a look at the true face of these guys before the Weill ’s limbs have broken apart, but Yang has already seen the face of the black armored guy. With a general understanding of his appearance, he was not too surprised.

He simply sent the Weir to meet the God of their civilization.

While playing, Yang found that except for the first Weir who rushed up with white armor, everything else seemed to be of the lowest rank.

"anyway"

Yang thought for a while.

He glanced around.

"That guy"

Yang is looking for Luo's figure, the middle-aged and older version of Luo.

As he looked around, a familiar voice passed quietly from behind Yang.

"The new hairstyle is good."

"Fuck!"

Yang was startled by the sudden sound.

Because of his alertness and highly sensitive perception system, he has confirmed that there can be no one behind him, but now this guy is indeed standing behind him, like a ghost.

His conditioned reflex backhand hit him with a punch.

"collapse!"

Yang felt that his fist was hitting some strange object, not to mention hardness, but he took off all his strength in an instant!

And when he wanted to withdraw his arm again, he found that his fist seemed to be tightly clamped by the iron pliers, and could not move at all!

Yang was surprised.

He was surprised that after such a horrible increase in his combat effectiveness, there was still such a big gap with the other party.

But he was not frightened.

Because this guy is Luo, the middle-aged and older version of himself.

"Hey, you can be careful, in case it hurts me, it's not good to leave you sick."

Yang said with a lip.

And the middle-aged and old Luo who was standing in front of him still wore the black cloak.

It's just that there are already many perforations on the edge of the cloak.

It looks shabby.

"Sure enough, not all protagonists can have a cloak that is so good."

Yang whispered.

Then he raised his voice and said to Luo: "If you can let go of my hand, it's not good to hold on in case those aliens misunderstand."

Luo estimated that he was too lazy to talk to Yang about these gossips and let go of his hand.

"Good improvement."

He said lightly.

"Alas, it's still far worse than your old one." Yang waved his hand.

"That is." Luo nodded politely and agreed.

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auzw.com Yang rolled his eyes.

He touched his head.

It was then discovered that the first reason Luo had met was that "the new hairstyle is good" because his styling was a bald head.

After the limbs were broken down over a large area, Yang's scalp naturally turned to ashes, and even the entire face was gone. After recovery, the hair follicles on Yang's skin naturally regenerated, but the problem was that the growth of hair Cannot be repaired, they take time to generate slowly

So now Yang's brain is bare.

No hair at all.

"My mother hates the bald head most in my life!"

The faces flashed in Yang's mind, Harvey, and the Welsh man in black armor who had abused himself to death a short time ago.

"Me too." Luo lightly echoed.

"Forget it, the president is back." Yang waved his hand.

But soon he asked Luo: "Is the president back?"

"Yes, I will." Luo nodded.

"That's good, I don't want to be bald at a young age." Yang shrugged.

Then he touched his eyebrows and eyelashes, even buttoned his nostrils to check if his nose hair was still there.

"Don't deduct it, after a while, it will grow back soon." Luo Leng said coldly.

"Okay." Yang nodded.

"Then, what's next, the high-level Will people here have been solved by you?" He asked Luo.

"Huh." Luo nodded.

The subconscious took a breath.

Before whispering: "Awesome"

If you remember correctly, there were at least a few hundred Welsh warriors gathered here at first, plus the support from the flying ships later, the number was at least a thousand.

Among them, at least one-third of high-level white armor.

And now look at the messy, deserted picture around.

Luo swept this place alone?

This is no longer a ruthless man, this **** is a werewolf.

"Don't waste time, our trip ends here."

Luo said to Yang.

"What do you mean?" Yang Ye blinked.

"I have done everything I should do, and I have done everything you should do. After all, this time is not the world where we should exist. We have to go back." Luo said flatly.

When he said this, he didn't look at Yang, but said to the smoke on the other side: "He hasn't fully realized his ability, so you have to take him back."

"Well, wait, wait, who are you talking to? I'm standing here." Yang waved to Luo.

However, at this time, another person's voice sounded in his ear: "You said the same."

"Lying trough, who!"

He turned around subconsciously.

But he found that he couldn't recognize the position of the speaker by his voice!

And he was very familiar with that voice.

It is Zhou Wen!

"I'm a bit confused."

Yang narrowed his eyes.

"It's a bit confusing. I've been confusing for decades." Luo waved and said.

"Let's go back to our homes separately. The trouble here must be left to us to deal with." Luo pointed to the sky.

At this time, the huge flying object covering the outside of the atmosphere began to oppress!

In an instant, all objects in the field of vision are distorted