Latent Syndrome

Chapter 475 474. Teeth Sword

In the end, Anonymous bought it for forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.

This thing is probably just junk.

Anonymous doesn't care either, at worst it's just a waste of time and nothing to do with it.

After paying the bill and walking to the street, he picked up the tooth sword and waved it around in the air in vain. It was useless. He could only vaguely hear a lot of people crying inside.

"It's not very auspicious."

Anonymous was just trying to get some luck, and when the atmosphere came, he went to a weapons store. It would be inappropriate not to buy something, just to see how strange this thing was.

The electric power is speechless. You are the most unlucky one. At this time, the nameless person waved the tooth sword on the two human heads hanging on his waist in a very wicked way. He wanted to see if there was any special reaction. Since it was Mouth, according to general logic.

Maybe it’s a growth-type heaven-defying equipment that can continuously devour souls and become stronger!

result!

Useless...

Both the big shock and the electric power were speechless, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they had to wait for him to swing around with his sword, and from time to time he would poke the Tianling Gai to see if he could annex it.

But apart from leaving some dark purple saliva, which disgusted the two of them, nothing happened.

Finally, Anonymous gave up trying, and the two of them were left with tears in their hearts. They had known they would die in the edge cemetery.

Anonymous still thinks that his judgment is correct. It must be something that can swallow some kind of unit and become stronger. Maybe he just feeds the wrong unit.

There were not many pedestrians on the street at this time, but due to the variety of varieties in the deep world, there was an old man who was still stuck on the Chaos Knife. Many people firmly believed that even if they did not take the wisdom of the Lord, there would be a certain chance of success.

This actually reminded Anonymous.

He picked up the tooth sword and started to imitate it. He stuck it randomly, put the sword on the curb to see if it could be swallowed, then put it on various public facilities, or suddenly started to harm himself.

It complements the brother who is stuck with the Chaos Knife bug.

ten minutes later.

When Yi Jie Jin Lan finally found Wu Ming Doe, she found that he was performing performance art, holding a strange sword in his hand and demonstrating swallowing him alive.

The sworn brother Jinlan was a little speechless, but it was nothing unusual, as long as his consciousness regained consciousness a few years later, and he would be more or less refreshed under the torture of the deep world.

"The qualifiers are not over yet."

"Only one will be picked from each region, and there will be a final round tonight."

Yi Jie Jin Lan asked Wu Ming Doe to return to the casino quickly.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

Anonymous was shocked. Since he couldn't show his face, he always wore a very familiar human face as a disguise wherever he went. Although his facial features looked distorted and ugly, it was a bit ugly, so it would be nice if he could hide it.

The name of Masked Warrior should have been spread by now, and no one should be as brave as him.

"This is not..."

"It's just that you have to be present during the process, otherwise it will be regarded as a waiver."

"It may be different from what you imagined. You can kill people, whip corpses and so on."

"But this is a formal game."

"This is just a border town preliminary selection, so some links and details can be ignored, but the most basic ones must be followed."

"After going to Falan City and participating in the knockout rounds, the rules will be much more stringent. Before the competition, they will be strictly checked to see if they have equipment with additional attributes, or if they have consumed consumables that can enhance their strength for a short time. You must rely solely on your One’s own strength wins.”

"There are quite a few rules anyway."

Yijie Jinlan explained earnestly that under Du's instructions, the masked warriors must be taken care of to prevent any unnecessary trouble.

"Knockout round?"

Anonymous poked the back of Yijie Jinlan's hand with his tooth sword to see if there was any reaction, but there was no reaction except leaving dark purple saliva.

Yijie Jinlan was so disgusted that goosebumps appeared all over her arms, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Yes."

"The first is the preliminaries, then the knockout rounds. After entering the finals, we draw lots 1V1."

"The winner will be determined in the end."

"A friendly reminder, this is going to be on TV, your mask..."

The sworn Jinlan looked at Wumingshi's twisted human-leather face and didn't dare to say it was ugly. Maybe Wumingshi thought it was cool.

"There's enough trouble."

"Are there any women in the organizer?"

"I just put it on to bed."

"Just decide on the champion."

Anonymous said impatiently.

Yijie Jinlan was shocked. Isn't this... too damn confident? Are you going to make people faint directly, or wait until they reach heaven before agreeing to such an outrageous request? Besides, that is simply impossible. There is no cheating in this kind of national-level sports.

"There should be..."

Yijie Jinlan was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

"Isn't it still some time before evening?"

"Do you know anyone who is better informed?"

"Or an appraiser."

Anonymous put away the tooth sword and wrapped it with the super-strong oil-absorbing paper made by Soul Processing that was provided by the shop owner to prevent drool from dripping everywhere.

"A well-informed person?"

"What do you want to find out?"

Yijie Jinlan asked.

"Forget it, it's impossible for a small character like you to know."

Anonymous lit a cigarette and smoked it. He couldn't just rely on Pai to help him find out the news. Before the competition was over, she would tie him to her side. Even if there was news, he wouldn't tell her immediately. He had to rely on You, besides, you can't let too many people know your destination. It would be bad if it was leaked.

Yijie Jinlan looked dejected, why do you always say extremely hurtful things to my face, you bastard!

"Forehead……"

"But there is still some time before the game starts tonight."

"I'll treat you to afternoon tea."

"I owe it to you."

"Thanks to you, my performance can meet the standards and I can get promoted."

Yi Jie Jinlan has been assigned as the manager of the Masked Warrior, responsible for everything big and small. The relationship should be better, even though this person is extremely difficult to get along with, not to mention that she really needs to be grateful to him for turning around her career.

"I don't understand, it's none of my business."

"two thousand."

Wumingshi took a deep breath of smoke. He had spent nearly 100,000 yuan on it due to the heavy bleeding. It seemed that the Kiba Sword was wasted and he was in urgent need of recovering his health.

"two……"

"two thousand?"

Yi Jie Jinlan was greatly shocked and was already affected by PUA.

"Hold……"

"You can't understand people, right?"

"Think about it, if I don't come, you will be fired because your performance is not up to standard. You will usher in a life of extreme failure and shame. You will be trapped in the swamp and mud, unable to recover. In the end, you will be unable to pay the law. The Blue Federation pays a temporary residence tax of 1,000 per month and lives in the wilderness.”

"In the end, you were tortured to death by...I don't know, maybe ten gay outlaws."

"Then he fell into the cycle of eternal torment."

"When you wake up again, you have forgotten everything. You don't know whether it was processed into food or props, or whether you were lucky enough to be transformed into a conscious soul. You will have another miserable life."

"I saved you."

"You're just going to buy me a cup of tea?"

"Hey, thank you, you're a good guy."

Anonymous' face was gloomy, he was silent for a while while smoking a cigarette, and then added.

"Three thousand."