A tingling pain came from the right cheek. In the blurry situation, I seemed to hear someone's voice, but the distance was too far away. With just a few vague syllables, I really couldn't tell what the other person wanted to express to me. <><> Novel

The crisp slap sounded again, but this time the beating was replaced by the left cheek. At this point, I can already be sure that someone outside will be slapping me in the face.

He tried his best to spread his eyelids that weighed ten thousand pounds, and the scene outside immediately became clear. The unsurprising thing that appeared in front of him was Lucario's handsome face that wanted to make people punch him.

No matter what the reason is, it is really hard to be happy to see a homosexual when I opened my eyes. So I put the idea of ​​asking what the situation is now on another place, reached out and pushed Lucario away, with an extremely exaggerated expression on my face, and said in a trembling voice: Did you actually hit me? Even my dad hasn't hit me yet!

Humph, people will not grow if they have never been beaten... No, now is not the time to reproduce your novel plot. We must quickly stop your sister from destroying the world! At the beginning of the play, Lucalio was still stern and serious, but immediately relaxed again, looking around with a warning look, as if she was guarding against some non-existent enemy.

Calm down a little, in short, what happened during the time when I was in a coma just now? I tried to make a cheek scratching action, but my left hand raised was empty from below my elbow: Damn,

Why is my left hand missing half?!

I want to explain this point at least about half an hour ago, but it is too difficult to explain it clearly in a short time. Here I just want to make a long story short... I was knocked into pieces by the dragon breath, and there was not even a slight froth left.

I was still wondering how the cut-off area was so smooth. It turned out that it was directly erased by the law. I lowered the volume and muttered, it was not a big problem for others to change the wound that could not be cured to me. With the blessing of the law behind it, the rebirth of the broken limb is just a matter of seconds.

Worried that Lucario was particularly nagging about this, I used the Law to squeeze out a novice before he comforted me. After all, it was not that the whole arm was gone, so it didn't take much effort. The rest of the minor injuries were automatically repaired by the Law during the coma. After fully exploring the artistic talent, except for the fact that my clothes were a little torn, my body was intact in an instant.

It seems that it's correct to take it, but it seems to be a bit of a long and short hand problem. I tried to move my left fingers, and after confirming that the activity was not a problem, I threw this small problem behind me: I care about it. Let's slowly adjust this part in the future.

If it weren't for the overlapping characteristics, I even wanted to practice the same secret technique as you. Lucario's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that I attributed my ability to regenerate my broken limbs as the effect of the secret technique: I think there is no need for a front row of meat shields in the future. It seems that it is more convenient to use you as a shield.

I raised a middle finger to Lucario, and I turned to put it aside before. I had a question about the current situation: No matter what or not, where did the Dragon Boat run, and where did we run now?

We should be on a plain a few kilometers outside the cave. As for the Dragon, we ran into your sister after chasing him. Now we are more angry than inhaling. I guess any child with a sharp weapon can easily kill it. For additional supplements, the three-meter-wide crack next to you was also created by your sister.

My sister? I didn't react until a moment later on Lucario's words. I almost forgot that there was a setting between Lucarica and I: You said Lucar, remember what you were talking about destroying the world just now, what's wrong with her?

I was not too surprised that Luvika was able to find me. I remember that she had mentioned before that she could accurately control my current location. The reason why I was confused at this time was that I was completely puzzled by how Lucio suddenly brought the problem to Luvika.

Lucario opened his mouth but didn't say a word. After clenching his fist while he was about to speak, he pointed at the sky with a deflated finger: You can see it yourself.

Oh, I really don't want her to leave.

I expressed my feelings. I looked up and wanted to say hello to Luweika, but what I saw was an abnormal celestial phenomenon and Luweika floating in the air. I saw that the six wings that she usually hid were completely freed. At the same time, there seemed to be a giant light gun floating on her palm. I don’t know where to throw the dangerous item.

Damn, which idiot pressed the nuclear bomb launch button?!

Nuclear bomb? Lucario was confused by the words I shouted in desperation.

After integrating the information about nuclear bombs in my mind, I explained using a statement that people from other worlds can understand: it is an alchemy bomb that is almost as powerful as a forbidden spell, but it will cause the target site to produce land pollution for more than a hundred years.

Isn't this awful? Lucario looks like he has a dead look: Where did you pick it up?

I still remember what I had gone to the ruins before? She was actually sealed in the deepest part of the ruins. Based on the information I read from the stone wall of the ruins afterwards, Luvika's identity seemed to be... I deliberately stopped here and swallowed, and then put on an ugly and distorted expression. Many times, just say half of the words is enough, and the remaining half of the listeners will naturally think of the most appropriate explanation: In short, let alone the sub-dragon, even if the pure blood dragon species comes over, they will only be abused. At the beginning, I finally convinced her not to destroy them everywhere, why did I not fall into a coma...

About thirty minutes. Lucario friendly reminder.

Thank you. After thanking me, I continued and said: Why did I become this kind of virtue after less than 30 minutes of unconsciousness?

Lucario looked at me sideways without saying a word.

I was confused by his posture: Dry numb?

To put it simply, someone jumped out to avenge you after you were beaten by the Dragon, but simply killing the enemy cannot effectively relieve the anger you feel because of seeing you hurt, so your sister got crazy and lost control.

While Lucario was explaining, Luvika finally threw out the light gun in his hand. Fortunately, this time the light gun fell on the dragon, not soaring towards the distance from the distance with my worries. You must know that even if you throw a small stone, you may kill people, let alone the giant light gun with unknown power.

The spear landed, and as I watched a giant white cross rising from the ground, I couldn't help but admire the vitality of the dragon: This guy can really hold on.

It’s not that I can hold on, it’s because when it’s about to hang up, your sister will take action to treat its injuries. Lucario counted the tragic experience that Bolong had suffered before: piercing seven times on his body, five times broken limbs, two beheadings, two skins, and finally countless high-fire bombings... What should I say? Although it’s not wrong for the enemy, this method is too much more than that. I said Xu Mo, are you listening?

Ah, of course I was listening, but I was just a little distracted and thinking about something. I rubbed my chin, looked at Luweika's back in the sky, and murmured: It's not right. I remember Luweika shouldn't have the habit of Lingchi's enemies before, and basically waved her hand and ignored it.

I said Xu Mo, you probably have no experience in going crazy in the past. Lucario put his hand on his face: I don’t know what the details are, but according to the results of the observations over the past, your sister should be the type of isolated person who has not experienced friendship and family affection, and even has little contact with ordinary things.

I shrugged, although the remains were fictional, Lucario's analysis was not wrong until here.

Do you know how to train the strongest soldiers? Letting the trainer not touch the outside world and concentrate on honing his killing skills may allow the training institution to get a good killer, but it cannot make him named the strongest. In an accident, the research institution finally discovered the last puzzle to complete the project.

Lucario suddenly mentioned another irrelevant topic, but seeing his solemn expression, I did not choose to interrupt, but listened silently.

That is to give the trainer a spiritual sustenance while training, and finally destroy the spiritual sustenance in front of the trainer. Lucario's face seemed a bit hideous, but then turned helpless: referring to the imprinting behaviors possessed by many animals, as the first living person to wake up from a long sleep, plus the various care and contacts in the future, it is obvious that Xu Mo you have become Luvilka's spiritual sustenance, so when this undeniable Pure Land was violated, she went wild.

It’s not so exaggerating. I laughed dryly. Looking at Luvika’s usual appearance, it’s hard for me to imagine that she would take me as a spiritual suppose. After all, don’t forget that there is a famous god on his head. Even if he wants to rely on him, he should put it on him.

Believe it or not, just stab you with a sword, and the next person she was slapped by her will be me immediately. Lucario patted my shoulder and said in a deep tone: I find that you seem to be very popular with the sick and sweetheart. Flower Elf is obvious, and then this sister dug out of the ruins is hidden. In short, it is wrong to escape from reality. While your sister has not lost interest in Honglong, why don’t you think about what can help her calm her anger?

Am I awake and unharmed?

Lucario rolled his eyes and asked back: If someone got into a married woman, he ran to her husband and said to him: It's okay, I'm clean. What do you think of that husband now?

Of course I beat him up. After I replied reflexively, I realized that something was wrong: Wait, do you use the woman who was quilted to describe me?!

Ahem, I just make a metaphor. Don’t be so impulsive. Saving the world is all about you. (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!
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