Chapter two hundred and eighty-five. I like y*u

Now that the old God's law of oppression has been broken, there is no more danger in the inner city than in the outer tribes, except that the battle between Celta wind and the green-haired monster is still raging, looks like it's a Grudge Match. Can't hurt nobody.

Isreal admired the skill of Celta Fengxi, and could not guarantee that she would defeat Celta Fengxi if only she had the skill of a martial artist. The fact that the green-haired monster was now able to hang out with Celta wind suggests that he wasn't just a Wimp, and that the small and large badgers who had been killed deserved to die.

On the other hand, the naughty blue-eyed cat was running around the inner city of the Lion Fort with the silly boy. It seemed silly as hell, but the two guys were having a great time, then Isreal was a little worried about the boy's intelligence.

As for the Armstrong, she was still lying dead, but now she had nothing to do with it, and after she had leaped out of Cluck's house, she lifted the frost-fog, and shook it in all sorts of ways, "FROST FOG, Sir! Wake up! Wake up! You're under a spell! " He shouted as he shook his head

Hearing Isreal's cries, Celta Wind, who was fighting the green-haired Monster, and the blue-eyed cat who was running with the IMP, all turned their attention to Isreal.

The blue-eyed cat, a frost beast, had three black lines on his face when he saw Isreal just trying to shake the frost and keep shouting his name.

The Cute blue-eyed cat ran with the little devil at his feet, pulling at his neck, in his high, thin voice he cried out to Isreal, "why, you foolish woman, my master is under a spell, and it is of no use! Even if we shake him to pieces, he'll never wake up! With the totem! With a totem by his side!"

After hearing the words of the blue-eyed cat, Israel finally found the direction of action, Heart said, originally with a totem inserted in the frost fog side can contact him in the Magic Ah. With this in mind, Isreal reached for the bag behind frost fog, in spite of the blue-eyed cat and her silly woman.

Don't say, frost fog backpack inside the other things do not have, all kinds of totem is a lot of a lot, all kinds of words have what.

Isreal, a high-ranking warrior, was not sure which of the totems was the one that could undo the illusion, so she stuck a dozen totems out of her backpack next to the frost mist...

"I can't believe you're not awake with all these totems up there, " Isreal said, smiling as she watched the frost envelop her entire being almost entirely wrapped in totems

"mm-mm-mm... " The totem-pierced Frost woke up, it was only that the man looked a little ill, stretched out his hand, and clawed wildly at the top of his head, and knocked over all the totems that Israel had thrust into him.

A breath of frost that had knocked all the totems to the ground, looking helplessly at the surprised-looking Isriel, she said, "Miss Isriel, the next time you insert a totem... Please don't put this many totems together ...... They interfere with each other, and if I wake up any later, you're GONNA kill me... .. ."

Looking at the aggrieved frost mist, Isreal smiled apologetically and said to it, "Lord Frost Mist, let's go to the palace and save Cold Nebula, he's still under illusion. "

Frost's face grew cold at the words of Isriel, who had fallen under the spell of the Shiryō as soon as he had entered Cluck's palace, so I also experienced the power of the Shiryō illusion.

The Cold Nebula was smashed into Cluck's palace by the Green Goblin long before he entered Cluck's palace.

If, like himself, he had been under the spell of Shiryō from the moment he entered Clark's mansion, the Cold Nebula would now be in danger.

Because in the world of illusion, if time passes quickly, it can be described as a year in heaven and a year in Earth. In the world of illusion, the description of an illusion is a day in the outside world and a year in the outside world. If one is addicted to the illusion for too long, so even if someone can finally rescue him from the outside world, that person will become addicted to the illusion of a perfect world of fear, even hatred of the world, to the final step to suicide.

So when Isreal says that the cold Nebula is still inside Cluck's mansion and under an illusion, frost knows the gravity of the situation.

The frost fog man stood up, reached into his arms, and found that there were few totems left in his arms, i had to crouch down again to pick out some of the totems I had just removed from the top of my head.

Having managed to assemble three disillusion totems, frost mist hit himself and Isreal with two of the disillusion totems as quickly as possible, then held the other one in his hand, with a single step, he dashed into Cluck's mansion.

The sight of frosty heading gravely into Cluck's compound, and of his Minute to Win It, made her sense that something was amiss, and she hurried after frosty and into Cluck's compound.

Celta Wind, who had fought the green beast in front of Cluck's mansion, saw frost and Isreal going in and out of Cluck's mansion, back and forth, but not to see the green-haired monster crashed into the Clark Mansion of the Cold Nebula, the heart is also nervous.

Ever since the cold Nebula hit me so hard... It was like a deer in the headlights, always Hung Up, especially when it came to cold nebulae. ...

While Celta Wind was distracted, the powerful and fast green-haired monster seized the opportunity and swung his huge, sharp axe at Celta wind's waist.

When Zelta wind-breath felt the wind from the great sharp axe, the great axe was too near to her, and though Zelta wind-breath tried with all her strength to dodge, but he was struck in the ribs by the great axe, and was swept away with a heavy blow, and fell to the ground.

"It's all over... it's all over, " sighed Kumamon, as she continued to run, covering her forehead with her hand. "It's over... it's all over... "

Looking at his own ax swept to the ground by the Celta Wind, the body of the simple green hair monster cracked his big mouth to giggle.

The green-haired Monster walked slowly for thousands of steps. As he walked, he took the huge sharp axe in his hand and bounced it back and forth. He clearly assumed the posture of a winner, with his big mouth Split Open, a tongue full of barbs licked its lips, as if it had eaten Celta's breath.

The green-haired monster rolled his tongue in the direction of the Celta breath, and the closer he got to the Celta breath, the more he could feel the faint scent of its own breath, only heard this green hair monster belly "purring" of a call, it seems that this guy is really hungry.

"meat... meat... delicious meat... " the green-haired Monster stood less than two meters in front of Celta Wind's body and spoke in his gruff, inarticulate voice, as if he wanted to swallow Celta Wind's breath right away.

How could the Celta wind at this moment so easily throw in the towel, look at the moonlight shining on the side of the walking stick, Celta Wind Yi Meng's hand, will fall on the ground of the walking stick in the hand, just want to mention a breath to stand up and this green hair monster battle again, but never thought, his ribs spread a burst of pain, suddenly did not stand up.

This time, not only did Celta Fengxi not succeed in standing up, but her action completely angered the green-haired monster, who had a very low Iq, because in the stupid monster's opinion, celta breeze seems to be able to fight on, not yet a dish for him to enjoy.

The green-haired Monster could not bear to stand up to fight with his food. He gave a loud roar and swung his huge axe at the fallen Celta wind-chi.

Seeing the green-haired monster hurling his huge axe at him once more, Zelta wind-breath, unable to avoid it, raised her Luna stick in one hand and made a futile attempt to resist.

The reason that this time Selta Fengxi is a useless resistance is because this green-haired monster is so powerful and his axe is so powerful that he swings it down, there was no way that a slumped Celta breeze could hold it off with one hand.

Looking at the huge axe in the green hair monster's hand with the roar of the wind to his head, the wind only his eyes closed, waiting for the arrival of death, but she some unwilling... ISRIEL is with the Cold Nebula, armstrong was dead, but at least cold nebulas knew she liked him. After her death, cold nebulas would always think of her, but themselves, their new love cold Nebulas, but did he know?

"It is really not willing to die like this... Cold Nebula... you do not know I like you... " think of here, the Serta wind do not know where this courage, "Cold Nebula! I like you! " He shouted from inside Cluck's mansion