he came from the mirror

On the other side, Vladimir was furious: "You can copy my wings, create illusions, and even stop my storms and change the sky. How many abilities do you have?!"

Fang Ziming couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth when he heard his complaining growl: After fighting for so long, did this guy finally remember to analyze his opponent's strength?

But no one would directly ask the opponent's cards on the battlefield.

He shook his head and said casually: "This question is too untechnical. You want to recover your mental strength while talking to me?"

Vladimir shook his numb arms and shoulders, and snorted: "Don't think I didn't see it, you are already at the end of your battle."

Fang Ziming stretched his wings and did not deny it.

He was indeed taking the opportunity to calm down the rapidly draining mental power.

Stopping the storm just now, transforming wings, reversing time, and multiple visual deceptions, all of which consumed him a lot.But Fang Ziming didn't show it, he still looked indifferent, and even showed a little bored emotion in his words.

This undoubtedly made Vladimir more irritable.

The two supernatural beings have always kept a distance of more than ten meters away, forming a faint confrontation, but they did not make a move. They just stared at each other with guarded eyes, chatted a few words from time to time, and used words to despise the person in front of them a little. opponent.

Both Fang Ziming and Vladimir are waiting for the recovery of mental power in their bodies, and it shouldn't take too long.

In the corner, an earth-flavored anchor who could not understand English quietly asked: "What's the situation now? What are they talking about? Is this going to shake hands and make peace?"

Brother Huayi clicked his tongue: "I think they are accumulating energy. Maybe, after a while, these two will make a big move or something."

The earthy anchor couldn't help rubbing cold sweat on the wall: "Should we think about how to escape now? Old cat, why are you still broadcasting live?!"

The old cat turned to look at him, and said blankly, "emmmmm, it's probably because I'm getting used to it."

Brother Huayi leaned over to him and tilted his head to look at the screen: "Fuck, almost 90 people?!"

The old cat took a deep breath: "Actually, I am also very surprised that the administrator has not blocked my live broadcast room until now."

Brother Huayi stared at the comment area on his phone, probably because there are too many viewers online and posting comments, and the entire comment area is blocked one by one, making people worry that the system server of the website will crash directly in the next second .

[Ma Ma, there really are angels in this live broadcast room! ! ! 】【Is the black-haired one the angel of our country?He looks like a super handsome guy~Can the handsome guy show his face~] [Is the handsome guy missing a leg pendant? 】

[Is the handsome guy missing the wing pendant? 】

……

[Weibo hot search tour group came here, congratulations to the anchor, you have become famous all over the country. 】【What is the whole country? I just saw the live clips of this anchor on Facebook and Twitter. 】【WOW, angle! ! ! 】

[OMG! ! ! It's true! ! ! 】【Wow, could it be that the upstairs is an international friend? 】

……

[Why is that black-haired angel wearing a mask?Why? ? ? (Falling into madness.jpg)]【If someone can take off that nasty mask, I'll transfer him [-] cash immediately, anyone accept the order? 】【Cut, it looks like the cosplay team is putting on a show, are you all idiots? 】【Upstairs, I’m afraid they’re not newcomers. Just now, these two angels had a fierce fight in the sky hundreds of meters high...】The bullet screen was too fast, Brother Huayi covered his eyes, but there was nothing Said, turned around and silently took out his mobile phone.

Several Internet celebrity anchors who were afraid to move for the time being, seemed to be thieves at this time, holding up their mobile phones one by one, and all secretly reopened their respective live broadcast rooms.

And just below their feet, in the office area of ​​the website on the 36th floor, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes just put down the phone.

The middle-aged man whispered to the person sitting opposite: "Mr. Yu, the Ministry of Public Security said that we are allowed to broadcast live, but we must control the direction of speech in the comment area of ​​all live broadcast rooms, and we will ask for a complete copy of the report later." Video data. Also, they emphatically stated that they should try not to let the person wearing the mask be seen in front of the camera."

Mr. Yu took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling that seemed to be still shaking, and there was a hint of awe in his eyes.

"You go and arrange it." He waved his hand: "Also, let the technical department be on standby at any time, our server may not last long."

The middle-aged man immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll do it now."

Mr. Yu waited for him to walk out of the office before slowly shifting his gaze to his computer.

The screen is impressively the picture from Laomao's live broadcast room.

Angel.

Unexpectedly, there are actually angels in the world...

Mr. Yu involuntarily drew a cross on his chest and muttered to himself, "Does God really exist?"

37th floor, rest area.

Vladimir moved his wrist, feeling that the power was gradually filling his whole body.

He glanced up at the young man a few steps away, and grinned: "It seems that you have also recovered."

Fang Ziming ignored him. Instead, he turned his head sideways and focused his gaze on the broken floor-to-ceiling windows.

He watched the sun outside as the clouds again obscured him, and knew that this was Vladimir trying to summon a tornado again.

"A tornado again?" Fang Ziming pondered: "It seems that, apart from the pair of wings and the ability to control the flock of birds, you seem to have only one trump card, the super storm."

Vladimir frowned. He raised his right hand high, still gathering the storm, but suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He blurted out: "You haven't launched an attack just now, are you just waiting for me to recover my strength, and then find out what other abilities I have?"

Fang Ziming shrugged his shoulders, and even shook the wings behind him: "So, can you tell me, do you have any other cards?"

Hearing this, Vladimir's face jumped up and down involuntarily, and he felt that all his actions were played by the other party on top of the applause, and the uncontrollable resentment and fury in his heart rose up.

In order not to be mad at Fang Ziming with his mouth, he took a deep breath and decided not to talk nonsense with the other party.

Vladimir looked up to the sky and shouted: "The devil of blasphemy, since you are so confident, then accept the punishment from my lord!"

"The eye of the storm, please come here and show your might!"

call--

The wind outside the window began to howl and roar, as if responding to Vladimir's words, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the broken window!

In the eyes of everyone, the wind was like a giant's big palm, instantly "holding" Fang Ziming's body in the palm, and then violently pulled him outward and crushed him.

In just a second or two, this "big hand" ravaged the rest area of ​​Nuo Da. The "palm" wrapped Fang Ziming, and then dragged him out of the window like this.

Vladimir spread his wings and output all his mental power crazily at once, trying his best to annihilate his opponent in the storm.

He raised his head and opened his arms, and said in an orderly tone: "Hold him, then tear his limbs and wring his wings."

The storm outside the building instantly expanded dozens of times.

Those high-rise buildings that happened to be near the eye of the storm were all crumbling for a while as if they had been hit hard.

This situation made the anchors hiding in the corner gasp. In the face of such a terrifying force of nature, everyone trembled uncontrollably.

"Fuck, I just said, they were accumulating energy just now, and they are waiting to amplify their moves now."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooever

At such a chaotic moment, a bright light suddenly hit between Vladimir and the "Storm Hand".

The big brother with flower arms was shocked, and grabbed the old cat's wrist suddenly: "Old cat, do you want to die? Why do you turn on the rear light of the mobile phone?!"

The old cat was leaning against the wall, with a calm expression on his face after the shattered three views, and said: "It's too dark around, I'll shine a light on the scene."

Brother Flower Arm: "..."

Other anchors: "..."

No wonder there are 90 fans in the live broadcast room. With this dedicated (death looking) attitude, they have to obey.

Because of this light, Vladimir's attention was slightly diverted.

He turned around in the dim light, and temporarily stopped paying attention to the chaos outside the window, but cast a majestic gaze at the young people in the corner.

Then he noticed the old cat's obviously holding a mobile phone to take pictures smoothly.

After thinking for only two seconds, Vladimir retracted the sharp feathers that were ready to go, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

——That abominable superhuman might be able to get out of the storm soon, but I'm really not reconciled to let me escape in such a mess.

——The ordinary person holding a mobile phone in front of me seems to have captured all the scenes of my supernatural power just now.

——Why don't you spend a little time, spread the grace of the Lord to them, and try to reverse the beliefs and perceptions of ordinary people in this country?

——Hey, I just planted a seed, and the next thing I have to do is to wait patiently for it to germinate and bloom.

—It'll only take a minute or two, and that damned blasphemer won't be able to catch me.

All kinds of thoughts flooded in, and in just a short moment, he had collected his thoughts, and turned to speak slowly in a tone almost aria.

"Do you believe in gods?"

coming!All the young people present stood at attention together.

The earth-flavored anchor asked tremblingly, "What did he say?"

The handsome Japanese guy was as quiet as a chicken, and whispered in a breathy voice, "He seems to be passing on a lesson by the way."

The anchor of Earth Taste quickly drew a cross on his chest: "Will you be killed if you don't believe in the church?"

The old cat whispered: "He saw me taking a video, this should be an opportunity."

Brother Huaarm took a deep breath, then took a step forward tentatively.

The author has something to say:

_(:з"∠)_Now that you already know that I am the master of short...

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Vladimir: "Get out of the way, it's my turn to pretend!"

Vladimir: "That live broadcaster, remember to turn on beauty for me, adjust the whitening and face thinning to the highest, and make sure to make me look beautiful!"

Old cat: =_=