"Me, where is this?" Simon Duncan, as a seventh-level demon hunter profession, is naturally much better than the seventh-level bishop of the priest profession, Nickel Joyce, so he was the first to wake up from the coma after searching the soul sequelae.

But my mind was still drowsy and not very clear, and I was a little confused for a moment.

"Come in the shelter of the Dark Lake, come and drink a glass of water." Wu Mingkong handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you." Simon Duncan subconsciously took the water and said thank you. Then he suddenly realized, threw away the water cup, rolled several times, and got up and his muscles were tense all over his body, looking at Wu Mingkong with great vigilance.

"What did you do to us?" Simon Duncan glanced at Nickel Joyce, who was still unconscious, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

Wu Mingkong smiled and said, "I didn't do anything. You didn't eat breakfast and fainted from hypoglycemia. What does it have to do with me? I have to spend time watching you."

Wu Mingkong's words were reasonable and well-founded. If Simon Duncan hadn't seen the dead tree branch stuffed into Wu Mingkong's mouth, he would have believed it himself.

"Destruction Level 362, distorted beauty seedling?"

"Yes, this thing is just this thing, it tastes good. Do you want to taste it?" Wu Mingkong bit it off with a crunch, and then prepared to hand it to Simon Duncan.

Simon Duncan was shocked by Wu Mingkong's actions and couldn't help but take three steps back.

"You can actually devour the containment." Simon Duncan was very shocked. This distorted beauty seedling is extraordinary. It is usually contained in a safe melted by stainless steel, and at least three fourth-level extraordinary people were sent to guard it.

If this distorted beauty seedling fails to contain, it will cause a distorted space around it and a strange roar. When ordinary people hear this roar, their bodies will present a weird and extremely distorted beauty. This distorted beauty is unbearable for ordinary people.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. The distorted beauty sapling will spread around over time. It will be stored after the containment agency paid nearly 100 investigators.

In the early days, they thought that this distorted beauty appeared with strange roars, but in fact it was actually transmitted by sight like a fallacy. This weird roar was not a sound, but a visual phenomenon that the containment authorities could not understand. So far, they have not figured out what this is going on.

"Swallow? No, no, you misunderstood. I'm just eating some desserts. To be honest, this thing grows almost the same as the sapling I wanted to eat before, but the thing tastes really disgusting, it's delicious." The saplings that Wu Mingkong mentioned were actually the little black trees in the book he stacked in the weird ambitions, and the taste was really not good.

Although this one, called the Twisted Beauty Seedling, looks a bit strange and does not look normal like the little black tree, the taste is really good, and it has a different taste from the teller of the Dark Lake.

Although the teller of Dark Lake is a stone half-body statue, it tastes soft and glutinous. The twisted and beautiful saplings have a refreshing fragrance. When eaten, it has a natural flavor and a unique twisted texture. It tastes like beef jerky with ginseng and spiral texture.

It not only tastes tough but also has a fragrance. It is a good small snack, but the amount is a little small, completely different from many Dark Lake narrators.

As for the principle?

Wu Mingkong didn't see it, and probably had no hope of it, so he chewed it.

Anyway, he only has a few hobbies now and cannot satisfy his curiosity, so he can only satisfy his sense of taste.

Curiosity and other things are completely unnecessary for the containment, because it is impossible to analyze it, so it is better to put it on the star-orbit ritual, which is the essence of the present.

If the star orbit ritual is not strong, how can the sheltering authority accommodate these shelters?

Listening to Wu Mingkong's words, Simon Duncan couldn't help but feel chills. He had already figured out the horrorous appearance of Wu Mingkong when he ate other planets.

This is actually Simon Duncan misunderstood Wu Mingkong. He usually doesn't eat the planet. He is called assimilation, turning the planet into himself.

"Well, I wish you a happy meal. I wonder when you will go back?" Simon Duncan now used the title of honor.

"Go back? Where to go?" Wu Mingkong stuffed the last part of the twisted beauty sapling into his mouth and chewed it, asking in confusion.

He usually doesn't read the mind now, which is too troublesome. It's basically a spaced soul search, which is more convenient. If you always read the mind, wouldn't it be embarrassing to read any strange things?

For example, when you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you, and then the abyss gives you a middle finger in his heart and greets your family. At this time, Wu Mingkong can't pretend to be inaudible, and always expresses his reverence for a scepter of God and greets the other ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Then that's all. If you read that the other person actually admires you very much, then will you hesitate when starting the dissection?

In addition, Wu Mingkong is no longer the slightest personality that he used to be so stingy about everything. He doesn’t read the mind if he doesn’t read it.

Generally, this kind of thing is read by the intelligent brain, and he just glances at it occasionally, otherwise someone would secretly scold him in his heart. It would be very impolite to not have time to respond. This is definitely not a slight scruple, but just a very timely sight.

He also felt that he had not set any reminders or anything else, and he could use his mental state to ensure that.

Of course, he usually blocks those who admire them very much, and he can do whatever he wants during dissection.

Although he is only Wu Chongxiao at the moment, he is not willing to take action.

"I'm not waiting for you two to wake up and take me to the headquarters of the shelter. Look, please help me introduce it." Wu Mingkong instantly hooked Simon Duncan on the shoulders of his hands, looking like a brother-in-law.

Simon Duncan thinks he is a seventh-level extraordinary person. Although he is not inferior to one person in this world, he is still famous and has a very good strength. He is a demigod in the eighth level and a ninth level is already a real god in the human world. His strength is at the level of the country, and there are only a few levels in the eighth level. Until now, only the head of the chief of the hosting agency has this strength.

But as for the current situation, he felt that if he said no, he would probably be chewed by the other party.
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