On the other side, the Little Madman Policewoman and Wolongfeng Young went back to the new hot spring city, but they were told that the match between Anjieer and the **** of death had just ended.

"It's really a wonderful game." The player in charge of the contact exclaimed sincerely, "The accident caused by the death of death has nothing to do with Anjieer, but Anjieer can counterattack when dealing with the accident, and fight with death. Come and fight back and forth."

Another player also intervened: "It's really wonderful. After that, the **** of death came and was inspired by the desire for table tennis, stopped his ability and started a battle with Anjieer. Although Anjieer was weakened by his attributes buff, but she still has extraordinary strength. But when the **** of death came, she was able to compete with the opponent five or five by virtue of technology. That guy's ping pong prowess was amazing. Unfortunately, she still lost in physical strength. After all, they played. After a day and a night, it was a miracle to be able to survive. In the end, the scene of the audience standing up and cheering was really spectacular."

"That's right, that's right, especially the imperial dragon killing cannon. At that time, I seemed to really see a giant dragon flying in the sky!"

"Uh... that's true, the Moon Shadow Dragon and her little husband have come out looking for food."

"...I thought it was because the spirit of death came so strong that I saw the phantom. Anyway, it was a high-level game that will last forever. After watching it, I feel that this trip is worthwhile. By the way, crazy. Sister, how's your condemnation work going on, Mad sister, what are you doing with your axe!"

After knocking out these players, the little policewoman directly found the editor and shouted, "You pay me for the game!"

"An Jie'er and Reaper are here? You can watch the replay!" The editor hiding under the table said pitifully and helplessly.

"The replay is so cool! I knew it was so exciting, I wouldn't do that damned condemnation."

"I will make up for it in the future. By the way, how about the condemnation? How many people were hacked to death?"

"You still need to hack someone to condemn? Is there something wrong with your head? I know a good psychiatrist. I will give you his contact information later."

"Don't solicit your husband at this time. It's okay, you can tell me honestly, how many people died."

"No one! I hold back."

Seeing the smug look of the Mad Demon Policewoman, the editor felt that the plan was in vain.

The Little Madman Policewoman is an untimely bomb. She was sent there to kill the group of turtle grandchildren, but she did not expect that the bomb would cut the wire by itself.

And the double insurance of Wolong and Fengchu is useless, what happened in the middle?

Could it be that the negative is positive?

In this regard, the editor can only sigh with emotion that the city of hot springs will not die, and leave the priests a few lives.

However, I still want to beat them so that they know that throwing stones on the slime will not end well.

After a long sigh, the editor could only say: "Forget it, it's fine if the condemnation is over, then you can move around freely. I suggest you take a break, after all, there are still eight quarters to play afterwards."

"No, I'm going to watch the game."

Jumping to the venue, the little madwoman found that the game had reached the third game.

Her luck is not bad, and the competition has just reached the player introduction session.

"First of all, introduce our old friend, the weak chicken man. After knowing that he missed the previous battle between the old and new players, this classmate came from a special place to participate in this fan activity. Weak chicken man, yours The purpose is too strong."

"I want you to take care, you bald! I'll settle the account with you after carrying the things we did before!" the weak chicken man on the ping pong table shouted, waving his racket.

"You scold again, believe it or not, I will disqualify you from the competition!"

"You shameless villain still has the face to disqualify me! When I win the championship, I want each of you to change the signature on your B station account Weibo account Zhihu account to'Brother chicken, I am wrong. It’s! Then give my live streaming room for a month!"

"What do you think of our game! You scum, lose quickly and go to death!"

The conversation between the professor and the weak chicken man attracted a lot of attention. Many people blushed and cursed vulgarly while listening to them, so that they could accumulate unfamiliar vocabulary.

Until the weak chicken man's opponent coughed, the two men stopped with unfulfilled intentions.

The professor gave the weak chicken man a fierce look, then picked up the manuscript and said: "The opponent of the weak chicken man is also a familiar figure, the **** lord of Hammer Town, Mr. Allen."

The demons who came to watch the game cheered immediately.

Allen is the only non-slime demon to enter the top sixteen, and his tall figure and outstanding appearance make him a certain fan among humans.

Waved to his supporters, Allen suddenly asked the weak chicken man: "I have a question. Why do you look at my eyes like a dead person?"

"Uh... the reason is complicated."

"You also have prophets. Did you see my death date? I'm going to die soon?"

"...Well, I can't say. But at least this war, you don't have to worry too much."

"That's good, can we start?"

"Awaiting at any time."

Allen snapped his fingers.

A chair was created out of thin air, an invisible servant appeared on the competition stage, and intimately prepared black tea and sweets for Allen, as well as a management book.

After doing this, the invisible servant picked up the racket and made a quick, accurate cut.

"This is fine too!" all the audience couldn't help shouting.

The professor quickly flipped through the rules, and then asked, "Ellen, does your servant have his own will?"

"No, it's just a magic puppet." Allen replied, flipping through the book.

"There is no problem, please continue."

"Shadow, I want to report!" the suppressed weak chicken man shouted loudly.

No one cares about him.

As a powerful magician, Alan was also given various curses and balancing abilities, but his invisible servant did not.

This servant, equivalent to a general-level demon, relied on his extraordinary strength to suppress the weak chicken man, causing the opponent to have no ability to fight back.

"Damn it, it can be like this. But it's okay, Sajia Mowu dual cultivation, ghost system, turn on automatic singing mode."

Considering that some magician players may solve the curse, the conference specially stipulates that all players will lose the spell during the process.

However, the purpose of the weak chicken man is not to solve the curse, but to buff himself.

After magic buffs were applied to himself, he was finally suppressed from the beginning, and slowly began to gain the upper hand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can finally suppress the invisible puppet.

After scoring a difficult point, the weak chicken man threw off his sweat and shouted excitedly: "Whatever, I can do it too."

"Not bad." Allen clapped his hands, then waved his fingers like a conductor.

Then, the second invisible puppet appeared.

Then the third, the fourth...

In a short while, Seven more invisible servants appeared on Allen's side, each with a racket in his hand.

"Referee, don't care about it!"

"It's useless, weak chicken man." Allen said leisurely, "I've read the rules, this kind of situation is ok. Don't forget, I am a demon, the devil likes to take advantage of the rules."

"Asshole!"

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