As for the remaining hand... still holding it up.

It seems that until the day of death, his withered arm would never be put down.

"Hmm! Roar!"

The 'saint's face turned red, and he seemed extremely excited, and his eyes were bulging.

"Damn, I'm really afraid of his cerebral infarction, and my ears are going to be deaf, so I'd better help him."

Jia Long was so amused that he raised his pistol and shot it out with a "bang".

It happened that the saint controlled the enemy tightly, which also increased Jia Long's hit rate.

As for whether it will be injured by accident...

Jia Long said that there was nothing he could do if he hurt her by mistake. She wouldn't say that she didn't want to listen to the roar of the 'saint' again and argue...

The 'The Great Saint of the First Surgical Surgery' saw a small object like a afterimage rushing in front of him, and then shot into the red-eyed man's chest he was hugging.

Then with a "puff", he felt the red-eyed man struggle fiercely, almost breaking his hands and feet.

After that, the red-eyed man completely lost his strength and fell softly to the ground, with foul blood coming out of his chest.

Pooh.

The thin "saint" seemed to be weak in an instant, pushing away the red-eyed man's body pressing against his body and gasping loudly.

Then, he shouted to the sky for four or five seconds.

"Damn! I wouldn't help him if I had known it, my ears would be deaf!"

Jia Long covered his ears on the top of the mountain, and was so clamored that he rolled around all over the floor.

It's so noisy that this is the first time Jia Long has seen someone with such a loud voice.

Four or five seconds later, the roar at the foot of the mountain disappeared, and Jia Long let go of his covered ears.

She looked at the live broadcast room with laughter and tears.

"I know why Lao Wu wrote about the setting that Sun Wu was chanted by the tight hoop. This is so scary when the Chinese people yelled curry."

"Of course, this is just my personal random thoughts, so don't take the role."

When Jia Long saw that many people on the barrage began to agree with her words, for fear that the consequences of her random words would be caused, he quickly explained.

The 'saint' saw Jia Long who was firing here from afar and grinned.

"This side...ah? Is the battle over?"

Jia Long was about to go down and meet comrade "Great Saint". A noise came from behind him, and then three fierce men with big noses and dark skin rushed here together.

"Hey, you're late, the battle has been finished."

Jia Long waved his hand.

I just saw two Pakistani masters wearing curry rice-country military uniforms and looked a little embarrassed.

It’s a bit embarrassing now that someone wants to eat and drink, he has to take someone else’s.

But Jia Long, who is shameless... Bah, a very strong person in his heart, so for less than a second, she seemed to have nothing happened, and she smiled like a flower to greet her.

"Jia Lieman, have you helped us saints? Thank you."

Curry Rice Kingdom must have more publicity about Jia Long because she is a gold medal hunter, so the seeker of Curry Rice Kingdom called Jia Long Jia Hunter.

"Long Xialong, I know your strength is very strong, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

Two Pakistani men also approached Jia Long, haha, happy.

"Let's go down and see if there is any problem with this saint. He seems to be a little injured."

"Ah? The saint is injured, then hurry up!"

Four people, one bear, was rushing and trotting down from the mountain.

Everyone is at the level of a master, and if Jia Long is included, there must be any danger in the presence of five masters.

So first of all, they wanted to see if there was anything unusual about that "saint" who is very well-known in Curry Rice Country.

“￥#y%#(%#*#####!”

Jia Long followed a group of people to the thin "saint". He saw that the saint was already sitting cross-legged on the ground. When he looked closer, he looked even thinner. He looked like a little monkey more than 1.5 meters tall. He smiled when he spoke, and had a leaking mouth with two teeth missing.

The one who made Jia Long even more depressed was that he spoke in the language of Curry Rice Country, and she couldn't understand it at all.

“￥￥*(##!”

But the military uniform master of Curry Rice Country could understand the words of the "saint" and explained a few words to him.

The thin old man stood up and walked to Jia Long, just as high as her neck.

“%###￥##!”

"Jia Lieman, the saint said thank you for helping him from the side when he was inconvenient due to the wind and cold, so that he could defeat the enemy."

puff……

Jia Long saliva so much that he didn't choke himself to death.

Helped him? Helped him?!

Still wind and cold? The point is that I’m helping you to defeat the enemy, but you are the one who defeats the enemy?!

Jia Long is tired and shows that he feels tired and doesn’t love him.

But you still have to understand the necessary politeness.

"Haha, please tell him that I am very happy to know the Lord Saint. I hope I will have a chance to join forces with him next time. Since this matter is over, I will continue to rush. After all, I have a task."

She said she wanted to leave quickly...

“##￥￥%%%%***!”

The saint spoke very thickly and looked very confident.

"Our first great saint of surgical surgery said, please stay, he will give you some fighting skills. After all, your Longxia's martial arts are passed down to you by our Curry Rice Kingdom."

"Maomao, let's go!"

After listening to the translation of the Curry Rice-National Military Uniform Master, Jia Long's face changed instantly, and she knew there was no need to talk about it anymore.

"Aoao."

Maomao didn't understand what the situation was. Anyway, Jia Long asked him to leave, so let's go.

"Hey, Long Xiajia, you can't leave. We saints are ready to give you some advice. There are not many opportunities."

The expert in the military uniform curry rice country seemed to have been instructed by the saint and wanted to catch up and say something.

Jia Long suddenly stood up and turned around with a sneer.

"Is it a chance? You saints, you want to gain fame from me, right? But I'm sorry, if he is a powerful super expert, I'm still a little interested in listening to his preaching, but he is not even a super expert, and it's likely that he can't even beat me. Why should I listen to him? In addition, I advise you Chinese people to be more careful and don't have any liars, you can deceive and play with you ordinary people. In this way, you can always be just a joke after dinner in other countries. Goodbye!"
Chapter completed!