I am Dazai...

It's a big money throw...

Throw coins...

There was deathly silence in the wild flower house, and the voice of the Son of Smoke echoed in the air.

The six-headed monsters fell silent at the same time.

The demon hunters outside were also silent at the same time.

After a moment, Sholmo coughed lightly: "According to data records, the strength of the Holy Son far exceeds the average catastrophic level. What you do is blasphemy..."

Wen Wen waved his hand indifferently: "That guy was stabbed to death by the holy spear. The old man who stabbed him in the first place will live a good old age and die. It won't be a big deal if I do it occasionally."

"Besides, that guy's blood alone has caused so many troubles. He probably isn't a good guy like you, so just scold him."

Not to mention this Holy Son, Wen Wen, the great master behind the Blood of Blasphemy, had already scolded him.

He has never had enough respect for these so-called great beings. He has provoked several serious catastrophic-level beings. Is he still afraid of a dead guy?

Although the six-headed monsters think slowly, some of their original memories are still stored in their brains. As long as they are given some time, they can still figure something out.

After seeing the absurd things done by the Son of Smoke, coupled with the conversation between Wen Wen and Sholmo, they finally realized that the Son of Smoke was fake, and the one who did such a blasphemous act was the one in front of them.

A man with small eyes.

The six monsters looked at Wen Wen at the same time, with substantial murderous intent in their eyes. The blasphemous person... must die!

"Aren't you curious about how I lured them there? Hey, that's how I lured them there."

Wen Wen patted Sholmo on the shoulder, and then ran away. The six-headed monster didn't even think about it. It looked like it would not stop until it tore Wen Wen into pieces.

Sholmo looked at each other and followed them. In their opinion, these monsters were difficult to deal with and might require everyone to join them.

Wen Wen ran to the lake, looked around, then cut off a piece of bamboo and threw it into the water.

Seeing several monsters chasing them out, Wen Wen kicked the bamboo suddenly and stood floating on the bamboo.

Wen Wen wants to cross the river with a reed again. Last time he was not strong enough so he sank to the bottom. This time he is much stronger and will definitely succeed.

The bamboo cut through the water like a sharp arrow, standing on it gently and lightly, waving to the six-headed monster, Sholmer and others.

This time Wen Wen kicked the bamboo with more than ten times more force than last time, so even though Wen Wen was standing on the bamboo, he was still moving forward quickly.

Several monsters jumped into the lake like dumplings and quickly chased Wen Wen.

But what Wen Wen never expected was that the bamboo rushed all the way to the center of the lake, could not withstand Wen Wen's strength, and disintegrated into pieces.

So Wen Wen sank to the bottom again in full view of the public.

Sholmer and others were silent. They were all professionally trained and would never laugh when they shouldn't. However, they still couldn't help but laugh when they saw Wen Wen's failure in pretending.

But as soon as the corners of their mouths raised, their mouths couldn't help but open wide.

I saw a stream of water breaking out of the water. Wen Wen was riding on a two-meter-long colorful fish. The colorful fish was twisting and its long fins were swinging strangely. The fish actually carried Wen Wen and flew to the other side of the lake.

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It turns out that Wen Wen deliberately sank to the bottom of the lake just to ride on this magical big fish.

Ye Wen sighed with slight surprise: "I didn't expect that this hot spring lake actually breeds magical flying fish, but how did the spy know that this fish can fly?"

"When we went to the hot spring that day, the spy was the last one to go back. It must have been that time when he discovered this magical fish." Wanderer guessed.

The speculation here is hot, but sometimes, the truth is often not that complicated.

After Wen Wen sank to the bottom, his brain started working rapidly, thinking about how to save his face, and he found a two-meter-long fish.

So he took the big fish by force, and then flew with the big fish between his legs...

Don't pay attention to some small details in between. In short, Wen Wen reached the other side of the lake easily. At a glance, he found that the place had become completely white.

This white mist is not mist, but spider webs. The spider ladies of the Mountain Wild Flower House have already laid out dense spider webs here. As long as the six monsters rush in here, they will never be able to escape.

Wen Wen walked some distance inside, found a stone of suitable shape and sat on it, waiting for the monsters to arrive.

This hot spring lake is very large, and Wen Wen flew very fast in the second half, so he kept those monsters at a distance.

In fact, these monsters asked for it. Even if they ran around the lake, they could run faster than they did now because they jumped to the bottom of the lake and ran. The bottom of the lake was extremely deep, and the temperature and alien energy were far from what they could reach above.

Than……

After Sholmo and others arrived at the scene, the monsters that had set out first came late, standing on the shore panting and looking at Wen Wen fiercely.

Several demon hunters in the assimilated realm looked at each other and felt a little more relaxed. The intelligence of these monsters was so worrying that it was not a problem to deal with them.

"Six of you, why are you chasing me?"

"blasphemy! Those who blaspheme must be punished."

"Oh, then wait a moment."

How could we call these six-headed monsters upright? Wen Wen asked them to wait a moment, and they really did.

Wen Wen turned around, took out two pieces of paper, snapped his fingers, and the two patterns were printed on the paper.

This is the ability of a composite printer, which can print patterns onto other objects out of thin air.

He carried a piece of paper over and showed it to the six-headed monsters, one on the left and the other on the right: "On these two pieces of paper, there are two people drawn. One of them is Da Sa Coin, the Holy Son on the left, and the one on the right.

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"The one on the right is the big coin!" Lao Shiren pointed at the piece of paper on the right and said loudly.

Wen Wen asked meaningfully: "Do you think so too?"

The six-headed monsters nodded. No matter what, they couldn't say that the Holy Son was a big loser.

Holmes tilted his head slightly. He couldn't bear to watch anymore. Although these monsters were twisted and evil, they were really stupid.

"Since you all think so, now you are also blasphemers!" Wen Wen turned over the paper on the right. The picture on it was still the Holy Son. The two pieces of paper were clearly identical.

Normal people will not fall for this simple trick, because they must confirm the identities of the people on the two pieces of paper before they can make a conclusion.

But since these monsters are not thinking actively now, don't blame Wen Wen for bullying them.

"Those who blaspheme must be punished. Now please punish yourselves first."
Chapter completed!