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Remember for a second【】

call out! call out! call out!

Just when Parr found himself in a desperate situation, a dozen sharp arrows shot from his side and behind him, stabbing the ground around him.

The arrows formed a circle, like a cage.

Parr can go out as long as he takes a step, but he doesn't do that, because at this moment there are dozens of powerful bows aimed at him, and if he moves a little, he will be shot into a sieve.

"What do you want to do?"

Parr knew very well that the other party didn't kill him, it was definitely not a kindness, but something else.

Sure enough, as soon as Pal's voice fell, more than a dozen black armored men walked out of the riverside camp in front. They were guarding a slightly short black armored man and looked at Pal with vigilance.

The short black armored man was obviously in the lead. He hid behind the heavy guards and shouted loudly: "Hand over the godhead of the **** of death! Or tell the whereabouts of the godhead, and I will spare you not to die."

"What?"

Pal was stunned, the godhead of the **** of death? How could he have such a thing? How do you know where that thing is?

"brat……"

At this moment, a brisk female voice sounded in Parr's ear.

"Do you want to get out of this predicament? Sign a contract with me if you want!"

"God of Death!"

Pal exclaimed in his heart, and then a picture appeared in his mind.

In the dim space, the God of Death sat on the golden pedestal and waved his hand, and a gray blank page floated out of the Book of Death in his hand, and then it seemed that an invisible pen was swiping, complicated and profound. The words appear on the pages one by one.

Miraculously, Parr understood the meaning of those words, which was a contract, a contract of the gods.

The content of the contract is roughly as follows:

The **** of death helped Pal to get through this crisis, and Pal must devote his body and mind to the **** of death, and must not disobey the order of the **** of death.

In other words, after signing this contract, Pal became the slave of the **** of death.

"emmm..."

Par was silent for a moment, and then roared wildly in his heart: "You are dreaming! What's the difference between letting me die?"

The **** of death immediately replied: "At least you won't die now, and this **** is very generous, and won't let you do things you don't want to do."

The God of Death had a charming smile on his soft and pleasant face, and he spoke like a salesman.

Really. The gods are fooling you!

"..."

Pal fell silent, and the little black armored man waved his hand without getting a response.

call out!

An arrow shot out, and Parr sideways dodged.

"You have no choice! Quickly hand over the godhead or tell the whereabouts of the godhead." The short black armored man snapped.

The previous arrow was a warning, warning Parr not to play tricks.

Pal really doesn't have any tricks. The curse of the gods has made the data panel almost completely invalid. His physical state is on the verge of collapse. What else can I do?

Only with the help of external force to gamble!

"I promise this contract!"

Parr took a deep breath and roared in his heart.

"Wise choice."

The God of Death smiled, and her name appeared on the page of the contract: Phyllis Dawn.

"etc!"

Seeing the name of the God of Death, Parr immediately became uneasy. Those black armored people seemed to be secretly cultivated by the Dawn family! This……

"You are meowing against me!"

Pal roared in his heart, and the God of Death listened blankly, then shook his head and denied: "Counting you? No!"

"hehe!"

Parr sneered in his heart and decided that even if he died today, he would expose the deceit of the God of Death.

"You still want to lie to me? Your surname is Dawn, and the man in black armor who is going to arrest me is also from the Dawn family. If there is no relationship between the two of you, I don't believe it! And how could they find out that they were randomly sent by the space crack. Me? So you're the one doing the trick."

"what?"

The God of Death was stunned for a while, then closed his eyes to investigate, the expression on his face was very complicated.

Soon, the God of Death opened his eyes and explained: "Little guy, the dwarf in the crowd opposite you does have a familiar aura, but he is definitely not a member of the Dawn family, because there is no Dawn family in the world. , if I'm not mistaken... he should be the descendant of my family."

"real?"

Pal wouldn't believe the explanation of the **** of death, but the whisper of the blue-armored man rang in his ears.

"Really! You can trust the **** of death."

shhhhhh!

At this moment, the black armored man sent three more arrows to remind Parr that their patience was limited.

...

"Aren't you rushing to find death?"

Parr sighed in his heart. Now that the men in blue armor have confirmed it, he can only believe that the God of Death can help him out of the current predicament.

How to get rid of it?

What Pal was thinking was that after signing the contract, the God of Death made a move, and the black armored people on the opposite side were all wiped out.

Therefore, the act of the black armor urging Pal is to court death.

Without any hesitation, Pal confirmed the signing of the contract when the man in black armor was about to shoot the third wave of arrows.

Pal appears on the grey pages

^0^ One second to remember【】

's name, the word Pal, followed by a trembling of the grey pages.

Om... rip off!

The gray page was split into two, turning into two streams of light that entered the bodies of Parr and the God of Death.

"You finally signed the contract."

The God of Death in the picture suddenly jumped up from the throne, and then said eagerly: "I can temporarily suppress the curse in your body, and then you quickly use your space talent, I will use my Divine Kingdom space. blend in."

This is the true purpose of the **** of death.

"..."

Parr was silent for a while. Like the previous contracts, even if the contract was a contract of a god, he did not feel any sense of restraint.

"That's really nice."

Pal murmured something, and the **** of death thought that Pal understood what she meant, so a gray light appeared on her.

The next second, Pal saw the data bar on the data panel brighten again, and the only thing that turned gray was the "status" behind the health.

In addition, there is a countdown after the grayed state, a sixty-second countdown.

"Can only suppress the curse for 60 seconds? You are not a fake god."

Pal groaned, but the God of Death, who was thinking about his own Divine Space, didn't care at all. She continued to urge, or in other words, ordered Pal to open the space in her palm.

"Ok!"

Pal thought for a while, opened the space in his palm, and took in the God of Death, who was hiding somewhere.

"You're in, it's hard to figure it out. After all, the space in the palm is my talent."

...

The chattering words in his ears disappeared, and Pal looked up at the man in black armor, raised his hand and signaled to the other party not to release the third wave of arrows, and he would tell the other party where the Godhead of the God of Death was.

"Say it!"

The little black armored man's voice was filled with joy. The reason why their Dawn family appeared in the west of the wind wolf was for the godhead of the **** of death. Perhaps the family was established to protect the ruins of the **** of death and wait for the **** of death. The awakening returns, but a thousand years is enough to change everything.

"The Godhead is..."

Pal spoke slowly, but his attention was focused on the data panel.

"recover!"

With thirty seconds left in the countdown, Pal consumed 8600 life energy points and 1000 mental energy points to restore his state to full.

Life Energy Points: 1460

Mental Energy Points: 1430

"Thirty seconds left, enough."

...

"You speak quickly!"

The short black armor looked eagerly at Pal who stopped talking again.

"Just... Forget it, I'll send you down to find it yourself!"

Pal's eyes slammed, and a black flame-like fighting spirit erupted from his body.

Howling!

With a long neigh, the black unicorn horse stepped on flames and appeared beside Parr, who turned over and mounted.

"rush!"

Da da da……

Like a black bolt of lightning, the one-horned warhorse led Parr and rushed towards the short black armored man. He planned to come to a thief to capture the king first.

"what!"

After a sudden change, the short black armored man was stunned in place, especially when he sensed the peak silver energy aura emanating from Pal, his whole body trembled and swayed.

"Protect the eldest young master!"

The other black armored people were not stunned, and a battle was formed in the short time Pal rushed.

Because of the existence of the curse, Pal was reluctant to consume more mental power to use magic, so he only used his own magic-breaking flame, plus the bonus of the master of talent war, the black fire formed by him and the black armored man The birds collided head-on.

boom!

Under Parr's observation, the most powerful of these black armored men is also intermediate silver, and the battle situation formed is from high silver to peak silver.

But Parr did not expect that these black armored people were so loyal that they would use the secret method to burn their own lives without hesitation.

"what……"

The black armored people roared in unison, one by one they collapsed into slag, and the huge energy was injected into the black bird battle under the guidance of the leading black armored people.

chirp...

The black bird that was hit by Pal was instantly solidified, and he spread his wings and closed Pal inside. The damage was not great, but this was to trap Pal and delay the time.

Procrastination for what time?

The short black armored man immediately turned around and ran, and in less than ten seconds, he ran behind the camp and parked on a large boat by the river.

"Go! Get out of here!"

Is the little black armor trying to escape? No, he's going to fight back!

Kill with what?

"I'm going to kill you!"

A spiritual cannon at the stern, a cannon with a bird's muzzle engraved with a bird pattern, has long been ready to go.

The short black armor ordered the people on board to drive away, while turning the cannon of the stern to aim at the trapped Pal.

"Gan!"

Through the foresighted picture of talent, Parr has already seen the picture of himself being bombarded. Let's not talk about whether he will die, but he will definitely lose his combat effectiveness.

Because thirty seconds are almost here!

"It's careless!"

^0^ One second to remember【】

The long-term smooth killing of the enemy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has made Parr a little underestimated, but this is not the time for self-blame and reflection.

"what should I do?"

After thinking for a moment, a red magic circle and a magic shield appeared around Parr.

"Fireball!"

boom boom boom...

A hundred fireballs exploded around the body, and the magic shield protected Parr, blowing the closed black bird wings into pieces.

For a while, smoke and dust were everywhere in the field, and cracks leading to the river appeared on the ground.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, a white beam of light shot into the smoke from the muzzle of the stern cannon.

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Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^