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Tu Ge, Wang Yong at the corner, and of course the black lion on the round chair, immediately recognized:

This thing is the same hemosarcoma that was previously used as a key hub for blood transformation!

It was first possessed by Ronan, then exploded by Tu Ge, and then penetrated into Takal. Nowadays, it is pulled out again, remodeled and restored.

Once pulled away, Takar's gas engine polymerization mode immediately collapsed.

During this period, Takal did indeed desperately maintain it as he remembered, hoping to keep this model.

The problem is that the seemingly profound memory, after missing a series of key details, is nothing more than a conjecture of various neurotransmitter stimuli; the so-called pattern, which is just a building made of feathers, does not use any wind and water. It collapsed spontaneously.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The road to heaven that broke through the door of transcendence collapsed in front of him, and Takal was completely out of state. His body bounced violently, trying to grasp the power that had transformed into nothingness.

With a muffled sound, Wan Liuhua thought he was too noisy and stunned him directly.

Takal hit the back of the table with his head on the table leg, and then patted the ground again, with no consciousness.

As for the "bright red sarcoma" that had just been pulled out, it was still suspended in mid-air steadily, the fine-tuning of the appearance was continued, and it twitched and jumped to a small extent, just like the monsters... or the organs of the creatures.

"Huh, he's been struggling with his ambitions all these years." The blood demon poked Takar's waist and hips with his toes, shrugging his shoulders when he didn't see the reaction. "It seems that Shakal put too much pressure on him. It’s too big, and it’s such a dad."

No one is interested in other people's dog blood dramas. The attention of everyone has naturally shifted to the group of "red sarcoma".

Xing Wu also asked curiously, "What the **** is this?"

"Oh, Brother Luo, this is to return the original owner!"

The Black Lion jumped up on the ground, yelling "Old Man", and also punched hard with his hands. He laughed: "How wonderful it feels to be recovered, you can't feel it!"

With that said, he snatched up and took the sarcoma in the air.

It is a pity that blood demon reached out halfway and stopped him without any politeness.

"You say it's yours, call it, does it agree?"

The black lion tweeted: "You are all such an adult, don't be embarrassed about it, okay."

The two are here to speak each other's words, but they do not give in to each other, but the development of the situation is not based on their will.

Just as they spit, the "bright red sarcoma" hovering in the pool circle has begun to fly towards the center of the swimming pool, approaching the position of Luo Nan.

"Hey!"

The black lion couldn't help it. He lifted the blood demon's hand and jumped into the pool...

Of course, it is not too ugly, because there is a floating mat on the poolside, ah, the white swan shape used by children or women.

The black lion's fat body stepped on it, still holding the swan's neck. The little floating pad didn't sink directly, but only wobbled and bumped.

"Am I wiping?"

Seeing the black lion so open, the blood demon rarely unbearable to stop, let the black lion exert force under the feet, swaying the waves, dangling to the center of the pool.

Ronan didn't pay attention to the reactions of the poolside people at the beginning. Most of his thoughts were still on the side of the bull ghost, and he recovered the "red sarcoma" that caused Takar's madness.

But soon, like the blood demon, he was more or less surprised by the Black Lion's work.

As an extraordinary species, although the black lion is not flying away and omnipotent, but there are hundreds of thousands of ways to come to the center of the swimming pool and present a more decent way.

The reason why he is like an ordinary person, even to take on a near absurd appearance, should be to show a "not enemy" attitude.

Including his previous practice, especially taking the initiative to kill Els, even if it was just a Kelong...

Having said that, the Black Lion's previous killing of Els, in addition to showing the special status of the extraordinary species, is also an indirect confirmation that the relationship between this guy and Els should be extraordinary.

After all, Old Els didn't really die; Wang Yong and Tu Ge were also under the status of bodyguards, their duties, and they didn't say anything.

Several things piled up together, why did Ronan look at the Black Lion differently. And the more this is, Ronan has more questions and wants to get answers from here.

He waved away the configuration drawing of the head he had just opened, and was looking at the approaching black lion, and the black lion also looked at him.

The two looked at each other.

From a bystander's perspective, Luo Nan is taking advantage of his position. In addition, the newly condensed cloud qi is artificially blurred, the details of his eyes are not easy to grasp, and the uncertainty is higher.

Luo Nan himself does not care who is high and who is low, but only wants to get useful information.

"Crimson Sarcoma" came a step earlier than the black lion. Ronan stretched out his hands, and the falling tentacles were as spiritual as they were wrapped around his half-empty arm. And it is to maintain the frequency of pulsation, and frequently interact with Luo Nan's Yunqi prosthesis, as if he can draw nutrients from it, or infiltrate the stored things into the Yunqi.

The black lion looked up and made no secret of envy, regardless of authenticity. He shouted out loud:

"Brother Luo, how do you play these tricks?"

Almost synchronously, Ronan asked him: "When you got this thing, was there no supporting instructions over there?"

The black lion grinned, his mouth full of black gold fangs, and it seemed to shine under the cloud: "Which side do you say..."

Luo Nan glanced at him and shook his head slightly, not very satisfied with the habitual cunning. If the following are all such conversations in the clouds, it might be better to hurry up and get things done.

Um, to reflect on myself, his statement is not clear enough.

Then...

Ronan turned his arm back slightly, buckled the still-beating "bright red sarcoma", and then stretched it out to make it more clearly displayed in front of the black lion:

"I mean, this kind of reaction furnace, although it is an unsincere copy made from the wreckage, but on the whole earth, only Li Wei can take it."

Halfway through Luo Nan's dialect, the seven extraordinary breeds around him who are focusing on him have a clear heat up. Later, several of them even burned like fire, almost igniting his cloud-like body.

Here in the swimming pool, we fell into some kind of weird silence for a time, like the boiling solution in a sealed container. No one knows whether to dry up silently in the end, or to burst into a sudden burst.

The Black Lion began to fall into silence, maintaining a somewhat rigid smile. His eyes were very flexible, and he didn't let Luo Nan's palms show the details of the pulsating "red sarcoma".

Ten seconds later, almost as soon as someone could not help uttering for him, the black lion grinded his mouth full of gold teeth, injecting a nearly terrible activity into the stiff smile:

"Probably, people think that if there are no headless flies that you can't see clearly, you can't read the instructions."

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