Master of Ninja World

Dust came suddenly, in such a weird way, as if a ghost suddenly materialized, Jester and Zokir frowned, as if they had seen a ghost, and were shocked.

"It's really you?" After wiping his eyes and making sure that he was not mistaken, Zokir's old face was as ugly as he had eaten ten tons of flies, and roared: "I set up an enchantment outside the castle, and there was no alarm at all. Sound, how did your kid sneak in and make holes like a mouse?"

"It's like you who are mentally handicapped will never understand space ninjutsu." Wuchen snorted, glanced at Jester and explained lazily: "For the sake of your dying, I will tell you mercifully. I left [Flying Thunder Sorcerer] on Jester’s body, which is equivalent to spatial coordinates, understand?"

Hearing that, Jester's pretty face was pale, and he looked shamelessly angrily, "You let me escape on purpose? What a despicable guy."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wuchen shrugged indifferently, and sighed innocently and naively. It was not that he was old and cunning, but Jester was too simple.

Gods have been killed, how could this little girl escape from her own hands?

"Look at yours here."

Wuchen pointed to his chest, smiled and said, "Woman, didn't you feel that something was wrong when you ran away? Even the characters like Dongchengxun couldn't escape, let alone you."

Hearing that, Jester quickly opened his collar and stared straight. Below her career line, she was a strange warlock, probably the so-called Thunder God Warlock. She was frightened and angry. When did she stay? Down?I didn't feel it at all.

"Master Zokir, let's kill this bastard together!"

Jester looked at Wuchen angrily, shy and angry, with an embarrassing light beating in the depths of his eyes, and cursed Wuchen with shamelessness, and a lively lust.

Where to leave the Thunder God Warlock is not allowed, must be under the chest, this is intentional!

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't take advantage of you." Wuchen's clear eyes saw through all the falsehood. As an old monster who has lived for a thousand years, Jester's careful thoughts instantly understood it. It is not easy to stay below the career line. be found.

"Do you two ignore the old man?"

Zokir's hoarse voice spread, and when the sound wave passed over Wuchen's body, it felt like an enraged beast. The voice contained endless murderous intent and wanted to tear him into pieces.

Looking at the past, the old guy who came into view breathed fire in his eyes and made no secret of his dreadful anger. It is no wonder that Zokir is so angry. He has always been playing tricks with others. This time he was put together by Wuchen. That taste made Zokier almost runaway.

"But it just happened that you came, and the old man is here to solve you personally." Zokir grinned grimly, but the conversation suddenly changed and ordered: "Jest kill this guy for me."

"I?"

Jester was visibly stunned, staring at the serious Zokier blankly. He had lost nothing in the previous battle and completely became Wuchen's plaything.

"Master Zokir, I am not his..."

"You mean woman, what are you talking nonsense? Don't forget who created you and gave you everything!" Zokir interrupted Jester rudely, and the contempt in his words devalued Jester. It's not worth it, it's like a smelly stone no one wants.

"I see." Jester's big eyes couldn't help but darken, and then his gaze swept towards Wuchen decisively.

"Is this woman... an idiot?"

Wuchen's brows flickered slightly, and although Jester's face was calm, he clearly felt a sense of freedom for life and death.

This woman wants to die with herself!

"Idiot, I've been brainwashed, knowing that I'm going to die, I'm pierced, there's no cure." Wan Liya shook his head lightly, and then looked at Wuchen resolutely, "Master, let me take care of the fish. ."

No dust and no words, just nodded quietly, and then said in a slightly magnetic voice: "Be careful, don't get hurt, you don't want to face your mother in all kinds of holes, right?"

"Valiya understands." The girl smiled and nodded, her watery eyes were misted with water, and she was about to cry with indescribable happiness. Wuchen's behavior was in stark contrast to Zokir.

Although the dust-free worry is unnecessary, in Wan Liya's view, this is a great concern. If you change to another person, the servant will die if you die. Zokir is a living example.

"——————"

Jester watched this scene silently, his heart was deeply moved, his eyes looked like death a little hesitant for a while, watching the dust-free eyes suddenly filled with desire, this gentle and handsome man, if his master is another It's a sight.

"You bitch!"

The old face of Zokir, who was always staring at Jester, twitched wildly, looking at Jester, who was envious and even a little jealous, Zorkir’s ugly cheeks swept a trace of ferociousness, and he stayed where he was when he heard the sound Disappeared.

"Humble rubbish, who do you think gave you life? I am eyeing with the enemy now, damn, I'm not dead yet!" The thunderous Zokir flashed behind Jester and kicked him with a big kick. .

"Puff...kakaka..."

This kick also contained magical attacks. Jester vomited blood on the spot, and even the bones were broken a lot. Zokier’s kick was so powerful that he kicked her directly, flying with flaws. To Wanliya.

"I see you disgusting at a glance!"

Wuchen closed his eyes extremely disgustingly, and was extremely disgusted with Zokir. This guy himself was incompetent, but vented his anger on the servant, which was really inferior and dirty, and it was disgusting.

Although there are countless murders without dust, and even many beautiful and beautiful women have been ruined by him, but those who are sincere to themselves, he has never done anything, and has always treated them sincerely.

"thump!"

Jester's body plunged into Wan Liya's arms. In fact, at this moment, she could have launched a fatal attack to take Jest's life, but looking at her pale face and desperate eyes, she thought of the misery. Suddenly, I couldn't bear it.

Wuchen glanced at Wan Liya lightly, without saying anything, suddenly raised his finger, the light flickered, and a sharp edge dazzled it, aimed at Zokir's head.