Chapter 1403

Finally, the monster was not saved.

In the dull sight of the jerang people, the monster was finally solved by the taiga first.

Antona was also stunned. She thought she didn't find that taiga didn't abide by martial virtue. Next, she was naturally angry.

Red tea didn't care about the antonla who beat taiga and looked at the poor jerang.

This guy was obviously deeply hit. The whole person stayed where he was. For a long time, he trembled and pointed to Taijia, but he opened his mouth without scolding.

Probably didn't dare to scold

Red tea glanced at the depths of the mountain forest and silently dialed a phone.

After he hung up the phone, he looked at the battlefield: "antona, let's go."

Antonla, who rubbed taiga on the ground, immediately stopped the action and obediently changed back to the card.

Taijia, who had just got up from the ground, was still unwilling and wanted to chase, but as soon as he got up, he found that his legs had fallen into the sandy ground at an unknown time.

This can only be regarded as a small obstacle, but it is enough to annoy Taijia. He is unwilling to look at the red tea on the ground: "wait!" I haven't decided yet!!!

Red tea ignored him, but motioned to Malia. The magician girl immediately understood his meaning, took out a magic wand made of wood and said a spell to the people of jerang Star: "imprisonment."

The elements condensed into a light rope to bind the Jerome, breaking his idea of running away.

Red tea was satisfied to say goodbye and left here.

As for the future, the foreign affairs department came to take the cosmic criminal... It has nothing to do with him.

About four hours later, torrekia showed up at his house uninvited.

He carried a basket like a gift in his hand, which contained some Tricholoma matsutake that he didn't know where to pick.

"Wang, you ruined an interesting dream yourself." As if complaining, he put the basket in his hand on the table.

"The dream of ruling a planet by trying to make all life on a planet lose their dreams?" Red tea, who is working on her dinner, knows what he is talking about. "This can only be regarded as a category of daydream."

"But it's an interesting idea, isn't it?"

"It's better for the puppet virus to spread all over the world." Red tea said casually.

"Ah, that won't work." Torrekia looked exaggerated panic. "That's boring."

Although he is devoted to doing things, he always likes to explore the two sides of life and see the collapse and despair when other people's dreams are broken, but he absolutely doesn't like a unified universe.

That's... Boring.

Like empire.

"Are you satisfied with the growth of taiga now?" Red tea finished her meal and drank the soup in the bowl.

Torrekia sat down opposite him. It was rare to ask for one without arguing. Instead, he had a satisfied smile on his face: "of course, Wang, I can't be more satisfied."

"Soon," the smile on his face tends to be strange, "soon."

Red tea put the empty bowl on the table, took out a paper towel to wipe her mouth, and then said, "torekia, do you want me to repeat it?"

The smile on torrekia's face suddenly subsided, and this changed face can be regarded as a model of snake essence disease.

But red tea was not frightened by this. He ignored torrekia's cold expression and continued to stimulate him: "even if I don't intervene, you are doomed to lose."

"That's not necessarily." Torrekia is not willing to listen to advice, just as he does not believe that Altman represents "justice".

He is always proud, perhaps influenced by the demon God, or because he has seen too much despair after becoming so powerful, so he proudly believes that the light will also have a dark side, and has enough confidence in his own means.

The only thing that made him cautious again and again was the red tea that could directly lift the table.

But the darkness, which made him cautious again and again, was arrogant enough to say that he was doomed to failure, and even pretended that he disdained to intervene.

You're kidding!

Torrekia's strength began to surge, his shadow gradually elongated under the light, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in Altman's shadow.

Red tea turned a blind eye to his riot, but the card box he placed aside sent out the low roar of countless monsters. As the shadow spread under the card box, the virtual shadow of monsters appeared and disappeared again.

"King, Altman doesn't represent justice." Torekia smiled again. "When their light falls, they are the biggest threat to the universe. You should know that better than I do."

"But hickali finally regained Ott's heart." Red tea remained unmoved.

"Even if it is just an example, then 'justice' is definitely not 'justice'." Light needs pure white, as long as there is a little threat, it is definitely not harmless.

"You speak like an extremist whose eyes can't tolerate sand." Make complaints about red Tu.

"You think I am." Torrekia shrugged, shrugged off the surging power in his body and regained his calm. "But I'm really upset that you haven't acted."

Red tea tilted her head and looked at him: "do you want me to intervene at this time?"

Torrekia didn't answer, just with a false smile.

Red tea stared at him silently, half ring, and a malicious smile came up from the corner of her mouth: "then I'm not polite."

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After "reaching a consensus", torrekia left happily, and even forgot why he came here with a basket full of Tricholoma matsutake.

That night, red tea looked at a basket full of Tricholoma matsutake and fell into silence: "is this all for me?"

Let's make some matsutake dishes tomorrow. Well, you can also send some to other tenants in such a large amount.

As for torrekia... Wait until he thinks of it.

On the other side, he took to the street and realized that he had forgotten something. Torrekia: "

Ah, he picked Tricholoma matsutake all afternoon and forgot to order. Damn it.

Are you going back now?

Torrekia hesitated and thought it better to go back, otherwise he might not have his share.

That won't work!

He was thinking when he caught a glimpse of a figure.

Under the setting sun, at the other end of the park, which is closely lined with emerald pines, a painter is staring at the street, holding a brush in his hand, but he didn't finish it.

People came and went in the street, but he didn't seem to fit in with the street.

That sudden sense of isolation made his faint red sunset seem to be replaced by something else

Torrekia smelled a familiar smell on him, a smell of blood and killing that was incompatible with the peaceful scene.

He seems to have found an interesting guy?

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