Under One Person: Dad’s Super God Journey

"This"

In just a few breaths, Huang Mao went from being alive and kicking to a charred corpse.

Looking at the ground under the corpse that was being eroded by the poisonous poison, and the black poisonous miasma slowly spreading around the corpse, the faces of many islanders who were gloating just now became stiff. .

Some of the weaker islanders turned pale, looked at each other wordlessly, and then silently took a few steps back.

"hiss--"

And Big G, who was leisurely drinking a drink and preparing to watch the excitement, was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the battle would end so quickly.

"No wonder you dare to go to the island at this time. You really have some skills."

Throwing away the half-full bottle of red wine, Big G stood up, laughed twice while holding a cigar in his mouth, and opened his arms towards Chengyang.

"Haha, old man, you only have the right to trade in the market now.

Tell me, what do you want to trade, money, information, or all kinds of chicks? "

"Sick disease, why? Just go to the little girl. What's the matter with this old man?"

"Old guy, you guys are together, right?"

"What do you want to do?

According to the rules of the market, these two people have passed the test. What, you want to break the rules? "

“How perfect”

The sick eyes glanced around, and finally landed on Cheng Yang next to Chen Duo.

But more often than not, after Mi Bian proposed this bet, he let out bursts of wanton smiles and continued to make fun of himself.

"How about this, let's make a bet. If you win, you can bring whatever you need in this market.

But if I win, this guy is mine. "

"Come on. Bad disease!"

A middle-aged man wearing a tattered white coat and a pale face walked out, his head slightly lowered, and his eyes looked at Chen Duo as if he was seeing prey.

"Shh-"

Just as Big G was introducing his business scope, a gloomy voice came from behind him, and a sturdy, rickety figure squeezed out from among the islanders.

"Wait a minute. I want this guy."

Facing Big G's threat, the expression on Bibing's face showed no fear at all. He licked his tongue and completely ignored Big G. He just kept staring at Chen Duo.

"A bad disease?"

Big G obviously recognized the person, frowned slightly and looked at him with an unkind expression.

When I heard the words of Ming Bian, I suddenly remembered a burst of sighs from around me.

"No, no, no, I'm not going to break the rules, I just need to make a bet."

"Yeah, you won't be afraid anymore, will you?"

The disease grinned and showed a cruel smile.

As he spoke, Wei Bing pointed at Chen Duo.

After a long time, he raised his head reluctantly.

"Let these outsiders see how powerful we are!"

"Wuhu, bet!"

Seeing that the evil illness did not give him any face as the leader of the market, Big G's face instantly darkened, but seeing the louder and louder cheers around him, Big G's face became increasingly ugly.

Although he is nominally the leader of the market, on Nason Island, except for King Nason in the royal city, who can be said to be the leader of the Nason Guard and the believers in the sacred tree,

Neither the leader of the paradise nor the market can be considered a true leader.

The person below is in a good mood, he is the leader.

But if you think that as the leader, you can give orders to the members below, then it can only be said that changing the leader is not impossible.

Just like now, although Big G himself has no objection to the bet proposed by the evil disease, he is just looking for fun after all.

But this way of proposing a bet made him very unhappy.

But the displeasure was gone. The emotions of everyone around him had been aroused. Seeing everyone's excitement, Big G couldn't forcefully suppress everyone by relying on his status as the leader of the market.

After all, Behemoth is about to forcefully land on the island, and no one knows what the outcome will be for this group of people.

Although everyone in the market did not have the decision to die with Behemoth written on their faces like the group of fanatics who believed in the sacred tree, they still had to eat and drink as before.

But Big G knew that it wasn't that everyone in the market didn't care, but that they all kept it in their hearts.

At this moment, the pleasure of fighting has become an outlet for the pressure in their hearts. If they speak out to stop the nominal leader of the market, then I am afraid that I will become an outlet for them.

Big G made a sign of the cross on his chest, silently expressing his condolences to Cheng Yang and the two.

"Humph--"

With a cold snort, he picked up the red wine bottle next to him, wiped the mouth of the bottle and took a sip, and leaned against the container again.

"Hey!"

Seeing Big G's acquiescence, Bibing turned his head, twisted his neck, and looked down at Cheng Yang with his strong body.

call--

The next moment, Ming Bing's thick right hand suddenly returned towards Cheng Yang's head.

"Perfect blow, it's over!"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Ming Bing's mouth, as if he had seen Cheng Yang's brain burst under his palm.

But the happy expression on his face suddenly froze, as if he had seen some unbelievable scene.

Turning around, he saw that his right hand was being clamped severely by Cheng Yang's fingers. The two thin fingers were like iron pliers, and the huge force prevented his right hand from moving.

"Dad didn't like the tone of what you just said."

Cheng Yang held Bi Bing's palm in his right hand, and pushed his eyes with his left hand. Then, in the look of frightened B Bing, he suddenly flicked his right hand, and then started tapping his head crazily with two fingers.

"what--"

The disease covered his head and kept retreating, then staggered and fell directly to the ground.

Seeing that the disease collapsed, Cheng Yang put down his right hand and looked around again.

"Does anyone else want to fight daddy?"

But no one around him responded to him. Instead, all of them had expressions on their faces that were about to watch a good show.

Roar--

A roar came from behind Cheng Yang. He turned around and saw a huge black shadow rushing in front of him instantly.

A huge figure fell from the sky, and the broad figure completely blocked Chengyang's sight. A pair of thick palms with sharp claws and soft skin on the surface were stabbed straight at Chengyang with four sharp thorns around them.

"Die!"

Accompanied by the roar of the disease, his hands were closed violently, and four bone spurs stabbed down behind him.

The evil eye's eyes were now blood red, and only countless negative emotions filled his brain.

But the imagined scene of the body and head being separated and blood splattering did not appear.

The evil disease flying in the sky only felt that his eyes went dark, and the originally bright world dimmed instantly, and he seemed to be suddenly in an endless darkness at this moment.

A cold breath came from in front of him, and two dark figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Chengyang's front.

The figure is wearing armor and carrying a sword, like a guard.

One of the figures raised a black long knife in his hand. The long knife flipped over and was suddenly lifted from the bottom down. The direction was impartial, just facing the evil disease that was rushing down.