Collapse of iron: simulation of being watched, starting from supporting jadeite

"Xi'er... why don't you help that person? Judging from his appearance, he must be a very important person to you."

March Seven opened her big round eyes,

looked at Xi'er with doubts,

there seemed to be countless small question marks hidden in her eyes,

eagerly wanted to get an answer from Xi'er,

Xi'er heard this,

but just shook her head gently,

her face looked a little strange,

like a ripple on the calm lake,

it was hard to figure out what she was thinking at the moment.

She slowly said, "It seems your Uncle Yang hit the wrong person."

After that, she paused and added, "I don't even know that guy,"

...

Ah, I'm really exhausted today,

I was dragged to the Black Fighting Spirit Arena by the Dimension Mirror,

I fought fiercely there for a whole day,

I felt like all the strength in my body was drained,

Sleepyness came to me like a tide,

wave after wave,

Now I can't even check and correct it carefully. I don't have the energy to fix the typos,

This is all I can do for now,

I'll fix it when I wake up tomorrow,

Good night, everyone,

I hope you can have a sweet dream tonight,

Speaking of which,

When Luosha was dragged out of the spaceship by Walter Yang like a chicken,

and then thrown into the pseudo-black hole that looked like the devil's mouth,

Xier's heart instantly rose to her throat,

She was so anxious,

Why?

Because at first glance,

the Rakshasa looked a bit like the Bishop,

as if they were carved from the same mold,

at that moment,

it was as if a flash of lightning flashed through Xier's mind,

she subconsciously wanted to rush out like an arrow,

to help the Bishop fight side by side,

as if if she was a little slower,

the Bishop would be in a very dangerous situation.

But,

when she calmed down a little,

she looked carefully again...

Hey, who is this person?

Although this look somewhat similar at first glance,

but after a closer look,

there is no feeling that makes one's heart flutter,

it's like when you see the bishop on weekdays,

you feel like there is a fire burning in your heart,

you can't wait to rush over,

pull him down and then... ahem,

in short, the feeling is completely different.

After such a careful look,

Xier has made a conclusion in her heart,

just like an experienced appraiser has completedLike an accurate appraisal,

After the appraisal, this person is just a fake,

and he is a world away from the Bishop!

So,

Xier felt relieved as if a heavy stone had been lifted off her shoulders,

and she was no longer as anxious as before.

She just sat there as a spectator,

like an audience member sitting in the best position in the theater,

ready to enjoy a wonderful drama,

Not only that,

she also took the opportunity to quietly observe Walter's specific strength and his unpredictable fighting habits,

like a little detective secretly spying on secrets,

not missing any details.

When on the Yalilo,

Although she had seen Walter take action a few times,

But Xier was clear in her mind,

She knew that was definitely not Walter's full strength,

He,

must be like a hidden iceberg,

There are more powerful forces hidden under the iceberg,

which have never been shown,

Now,

From the excellent perspective of a bystander,

Wow, Walter is so amazing!

Look,

He can actually rub a black hole with his bare hands like a magic trick,

The black hole is like a black mouth that suddenly opens in the universe,

emitting a chilling breath,

as if it wants to swallow everything in the world.

Moreover,

He can also act like a skilled helmsman,

steadily protect the safety of the spacecraft,

let the coverage of the black hole always be precisely limited to one person,

this really shows a kind of jaw-dropping destructive power and control,

it's as if he has the laws of the universe in his hands,

can control everything at will,

this ability is not something that ordinary people can match,

Fortunately,

the person who was attacked was not the bishop,

but Another wild passerby who looked like the bishop,

Xier thought silently in her heart: "Alas, I mourn for you,

Poor wild passerby,

You are so unlucky,

You were inexplicably dragged into this dispute.

However,

You have added some drama to this battle,

God will remember your contribution,

I hope you will have good luck in your next life."

Xier mourned for Luosha silently for half a second,

The expression was quite solemn,

As if he was reallyLike a moment of silence for a friend who has passed away.

Then,

she continued to watch the details of the battle between Walter and the wild passerby with full concentration,

that focused look,

like a falcon staring at its prey,

not missing any subtle movements.

Just at this moment,

March Seven suddenly approached Xier with a worried look on his face,

and asked her with wide eyes: "Xier,

Why don't you help that wild passerby?

Look at how badly he was beaten,"

Xier subconsciously replied:

"It seems that your Uncle Yang hit the wrong person."

"I don't know that guy at all."

But as soon as she finished speaking,

Xier regretted it so much that she wanted to bang her head against the wall!

She thought in her heart in annoyance: "Oh,

Why am I so stupid,

What am I saying,

Why should I tell the truth,

It would be better to let Walter Yang and the passerby continue to fight,

I will secretly go to find the real bishop,

What a great opportunity,

Now,

I missed it in vain,

I am so stupid,

I am such a big fool,!"

"Eh? Not in Yalilo Is he the archbishop who established the Church of Destiny on the 1st of the 2nd Flood?"

After hearing Xier's words, March 7 was stunned for a moment, as if someone had cast a spell on her. She stood there for a long time, and then, she turned around like a gust of wind and ran back to her room. She began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in a hurry. The noise was really loud, like a little squirrel looking for treasure, jumping up and down in the room.

After a while,

she dug out the photos she had taken on the Yalilo from a pile of messy things,

On the photo of the Great Guardian Statue,

the statue stood tall in the vast snowfield,

like a giant guarding this white world,

majestic.

It faced the slowly rising sun,

the sun was like a burning fireball,

dying the sky red,

as if covering the whole world with a layer of gorgeous red gauze.

In front of the statue,

there were two new cities,

the cities were shining in the sun,

like two bright pearls inlaid in the snowfield.

This photo was taken from an upward angle,

This shot,

makes the statue look even taller and more majestic,

as if it can really stand tall and upright,

guarding everything in this world,

The momentum is really magnificent,

This is the photography technique of March 7, (to read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Hey,

I don’t know if you have such a March 7,

This photography technique is really... ahem,

It’s like a child holding a paintbrush but not very good at painting,

Although he is full of joy and wants to draw a beautiful picture,

But the effect of the painting is It always makes people want to laugh secretly.

Let's get back to the point.

March 7 took the photo,

like a serious archaeologist,

and carefully compared it with the blond man who was confronting Walter Yang outside the window.

The more he looked at it,

the more he felt that they looked alike.

It was as if the same person had traveled through time and space and

appeared in different scenes.

Except that the man did not bring the strange coffin, []

they were exactly the same,

as if they were copied and pasted.

However,

Xier, who had seen Archbishop Tianming with her own eyes, had already denied it.

So,

It seems that these two people probably just look alike.

Like two similar leaves,

Although they look a bit alike at first glance,

But if you look closely,

there are still obvious differences.

March 7 had no doubt that Xier would lie.

Because she could see that,

the tenderness in this girl's heart had long been occupied by this man,

if the one who was beaten was really the Bishop of Heaven's Fate,

Xier would definitely be more anxious than herself,

that anxious look,

like an ant on a hot pot,

turning around non-stop,

in this way,

it was quite good,

at least it made the fragile part that had just been maintained Weak ties,

will not fall apart in an instant,

are like two shaky objects barely held together by a thin thread,

although not very strong, at least they can still maintain contact temporarily,

they can stand together and eat melons in peace and stability,

like a group of villagers sitting under a big tree to enjoy the cool,

leisurely watching the lively things happening in the village,

March 7 also silently in his heart I thanked Mr. Luosha for a moment,

Hehe,

Thanks to him,

Otherwise, there might be some small quarrels at this moment,

It was like an approaching storm,

which was blocked by a dark cloud that appeared in time,

Avoiding an unnecessary trouble,

…

In the vast universe,

Walter Yang and Luosha were looking at each other "passionately",(However, this enthusiasm,

is basically one-sided on Walter’s side,

like a burning flame,

while Rakshasa’s side is like a cold stone,

without any response).

Rakshasa was actually thinking about finding a chance to get away at this moment,

However,

When facing such a powerful enemy,

he could not easily lose his focus,

just like an acrobat walking on a tightrope,

he had to concentrate, otherwise he would be in danger of falling into the abyss,

so,

he could only force himself to look at Walter like this,

both sides were looking for opportunities to attack,

like two cheetahs spying on each other in the dark,

waiting for the best opportunity,

preparing to give each other a fatal blow,

they looked at each other for a long time,

but neither of them made any move,

perhaps this is the tacit understanding between masters,

Neither of them fired the first shot easily,

It was like two peerless masters were having a silent contest,

No one wanted to break the silence first,

They were waiting for the other to show a flaw first,

The coffin that Luosha carried with him,

suddenly trembled twice at this moment,

as if venting some dissatisfaction,

like a beast locked in a cage,

roaring angrily,

trying to break free,

Seeing this, Luosha,

could only reach out one hand to gently support the coffin,

then tapped it twice gently,

as if to signal the people inside not to be anxious,

the action was so gentle as if comforting a crying baby,

carefully.

It turned out that,

After threatening the captain of the interstellar spaceship,

Jingliu went back to the coffin to rest,

Then he let Luosha watch the captain continue to move towards the immortal ship Luofu,

Strictly speaking,

Luosha is really a scapegoat,

First he took the blame for Bai Ye,

Then he took the blame for Jingliu,

These two blames were put together,

In today's battle,

no matter what he said, he couldn't escape,

It was like a The lamb was tied tightly by the rope of fate.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out of the predicament.

"Ah..."

Raksha sighed helplessly in his heart.

How could he be caught up in this bad luck?

It was like a dark cloud covering his heart.

It could not be dispelled.

It was really depressing.

Raksha sighed softly.

The voice seemed to carry a hint of helplessness.

He looked up at Walter Yang.

SlowlyHe slowly said, "I had no intention of provoking this conflict."

There was a desire to settle the matter in his eyes.

"If we each take a step back now,

it's still not too late.

Why do we have to fight to the death?"

However,

Walter Yang just looked at him calmly.

The look in his eyes was like a deep lake,

calm,

but revealing an unquestionable firmness.

Then,

I saw his hands performing magic,

and he rolled out a Rasengan that looked like a black hole.

The black energy ball kept spinning in his hands,

emitting a chilling breath,

and the meaning was clear,

he would never let Luosha leave so easily,

as if Luosha was the prey he had to capture.

"It seems there is no communication."

Walter Yang said coldly,

The tone was like the cold wind in winter,

and it was icy.

"This is your own choice,

don't blame me for being too ruthless."

There was a kind of determination in his words,

as if he had made up his mind,

to compete with Luosha here.

When the real battle begins,

Rakshasa will not hold back any more,

He also upholds the "battle tradition" of showing respect by using the ultimate move first when meeting! .