Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

gone!

Zhong Shi's heart trembled, and a chill filled his limbs.

"whee!".

The funny laughter of the children was so close that it seemed to be right next to their ears.

Swish!

Zhong Shi subconsciously raised his hand and launched a fierce attack.

"hey-hey!".

"Missed!".

The provoked clock had a gloomy face and its eyes seemed to wish it could eat Eternal Day alive.

Can't afford it!

Seeing his opponent's face as dark as ink, Yong Zhou curled his lips and said inwardly.

The clock glared at Yong Zhou hatefully, and moved its fingers secretly.

"stand at attention!".

Noticing the small movement of the clock, Yong Zhou immediately shouted in a clear voice.

When he realized that his body was out of his control, a look of panic suddenly appeared on Shi Zhong's face.

What kind of prop is this!

He clearly didn't see the other party take out any props...

"Right leg!".

Yong Zhou's wandering gaze finally settled on the right leg of the clock, and he spoke coldly.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Shi's heart skipped a beat.

No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't help but feel fear when he heard these two words.

"interrupt!".

In an instant, Yong Zhou's image was like a demon in the eyes of the clock.

"what!".

The clock let out a short scream, and was then told by Yong Zhou to shut up.

Hoho…hoho…

In severe pain, Zhong Shi gasped, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of fear.

"Well..."

"Let me explain it to you!"

"I definitely don't mean to torture you, it's just that my current strength can only take care of you little by little."

Yong Zhou scratched his head and smiled shyly.

"or......".

"If you just give up resistance, I promise to give you a quick death!"

The fear in Zhong's eyes grew stronger and his lips trembled slightly.

"What do you want to say?".

Yong Zhou tilted his head with an innocent look on his face.

"you......".

"You...are...also...a...shadow...clan."

Yong Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him who had given up resistance after speaking with his eyes tensed.

"puff!".

With one hand inserted into his chest, Clock, who had lost his breath, fell straight backwards.

"I do what I say!".

The body of the clock, which was out of Yongri's sight, suddenly turned into a ball of yellow sand and was blown away by the wind.

At the same time, somewhere, a man in a black robe slowly opened his eyes.

After dealing with the clock, Yong Zhou threw the man away according to Qin Mo's instructions.

With a snap of fingers, the drug adversary regained consciousness.

After a few breaths, the man codenamed Poison Insect turned around and ran away.

Just because he saw the word "滚" (get out) written on the ground with a branch.

The code name was Fengxing, and the man at the bonfire was the same. He turned around and ran away as soon as he reacted.

companion......

what is that?

Have they ever?

They are just a group of people who are temporarily gathered together for the sake of interests.

Compared to Yong Zhou, the smiling man who fought with Qin Mo was more troublesome.

"Click...Click!".

Qin Mo quickly put away his sword and stepped back.

Swish!

The smiling man's counterattack landed at the place where Qin Mo had been the next second.

Gradually, Qin Mo's expression became complicated and indescribable.

This person...

How many defensive barriers are on my body...

The smiling man raised an eyebrow at Qin Mo, motioning him to continue.

Qin Mo: “…”

The smiling man seemed relaxed on the surface, but he was actually suffering secretly.

Apart from the Lord of the Domain Battlefield, Qin Mo was the first person he met who broke dozens of his defensive barriers at once.

"Click...Click!".

Oh open!

Another defensive item, waving goodbye to the smiling man.

"brother".

"Aren't you tired?".

The smiling man never gave up talking to Qin Mo.

"Click...Click!".

The corners of the smiling man's mouth twitched and he almost couldn't hold back his smile.

What kind of prop is in the other party's hand?

One sword and one defensive item, it's even more exaggerated than eating a carrot!

"Crack!"

"...".

"Crack!".

Qin Mo's and the smiling man's expressions surprisingly overlapped.

The two gazes met in the air.

The smiling man raised the corner of his mouth, smiled awkwardly, and asked tentatively:

"Want to chat?".

"brother".

Qin Mo: “…”