I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

"I won't regret it, because between the world and Ling, I have decided to choose him." Arthur slowly broke the Lion King's hand, and was about to snatch the holy gun from her.

"If this is the case, first let me save you the pain of future choices." The Lion King stretched out his other hand and pulled it hard on his head.

She plucked out the dull hair that represented royal power.

"You really came to be funny..." The development of the matter was completely beyond Le Zhengling's expectation, his mouth moved faster than his thoughts, and then a dark storm broke out, shaking Arthur and him away.

Arthur, who had no idea what was going on, looked at the goddess who had turned black, and was too shocked to speak.

Lezheng, who fell to the ground, watched the Lion King whose form changed, and said in an unhappy tone: "So you Artorian subspecies like to change, right? Pulling out the dull hair can be unreasonable." Earth blackening, right! It’s three times stronger, right!”

Le Zhengling complained about this completely unreasonable plot, feeling powerless in her heart.

Different from the normal holy gun, the cursed gun that has turned black has thirteen more ferocious red spikes, and those off-white stripes are already glowing.

"Stand up! Take it! The Thirteen Fangs! 'Rhongomyniad' (Rhongomyniad)!!"

PS: Well, this plot, I don’t think you would have expected it to turn out like this...

PS2: Wang Ping and Wang Gang are sensitive words... I have learned a lot. Who can tell me why?

第150八章 烧烤吧

Different from the destructive light of the normal holy gun, this magic gun can transform into a storm with only a small amount of magic power, and the curse mixed in it is the fatal key.

"Ling!" Seeing Le Zhengling being sucked into the storm of destruction, Arthur roared loudly.

"Huh? You called me?" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

Arthur turned to the direction of the sound source, and Le Zhengling looked at him with half-smile eyes, and he shouted unconsciously, "You...!"

Then, as if thinking of something, Arthur suddenly looked at the range where the holy gun was raging, which was covered by a pitch-black storm. Feel it carefully, the breath of Le Zhengling is clearly there.

But now that Le Zhengling is clearly beside him, then the one over there must have been tricked by him in other ways.

Knowing that he had been tricked, Arthur was not angry, but heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you escaped."

Le Zhengling raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Arthur's reaction, he thought he would be reprimanded, but the other party didn't mean it at all.

When the holy spear's blow was over, the original place was finally revealed, and I saw a stone pillar standing quietly at Le Zhengling's original position, and the surface of the stone pillar seemed to have been worn away, and the The cracks are also bigger.

Because of lack of mana, Hei Qiandai's full body armor began to dissipate, revealing large areas of unhealthy skin, and half of his lower breasts were exposed on his proud bust.

"It's really a pornographic outfit, don't you think so, Arthur." Le Zhengling said to Arthur, who had already looked straight at him, with a bit of contempt.

Arthur looked away in embarrassment. He accidentally revealed his buried nature just now, and let Le Zheng listen to see his bad side. Suddenly he felt that he had set a bad example.

"How did you deceive her?" Arthur asked pretending to be nonchalant in order to hide his embarrassment.

"How...how did you escape my lock?" Hei Qiandai, who had retracted the holy spear, also turned to look at Le Zhengling.

Le Zhengling, who was counting the time, couldn't help saying God help me in his heart, he tilted his head and smiled lightly: "When did you have the illusion that I didn't use the illusion of drunkenness?"

Hei Qiang waited dazedly, with no gloomy expression on her face. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the other party's almost shameless illusion. As the ultimate king who existed to protect the country, she would use any despicable means as long as it was beneficial to the country.

"Now that you have lifted the goddess form, it means that you are not that strong." Although it was a question, Le Zhengling said it in a very positive tone.

"Although Youdao is three times stronger in blackening and five times weaker in whitewashing, the blow just now was a powerless choice."

The Holy Lance, which had completely lost all its radiance, was stuck on the ground by the Black Lance, and the coercion on her body also completely disappeared.

"I can't escape my life under my decisive blow. I have to give you praise. Of course, as you said, I am already an empty shell." Hei Qiang stared at Le Zhengling blankly, as if putting away All killing intent.

Le Zhengling helped Arthur up, and at the same time hid behind him, using him as a shield to look at Hei Gun in a daze, trying to see her reality.

Hei Qiandai raised his magic gun and walked towards them slowly.

"Stop, I don't want to know you with my own hands." Although he didn't think the other party could pose a threat to them, Arthur still stared at Hei Qiang seriously. No one knew better than him the power of King Arthur, even if it was extremely close to death , but the final blow can still be made.

Hei Qiang stopped as he said, "You guys want this holy gun, don't you?"

Le Zhengling nodded, "Yeah, I originally wanted to save Grey's life as a deal, but now it seems that it is unnecessary."

Hei Qiandai smiled slightly, "Actually, they are not dead, are they?"

"Yes, it's just a dream, and you are the embodiment of that dream, but I didn't expect Gray to be so deeply involved, even knowing your existence."

Le Zhengling looked at the holy spear dragged by the black gun with a very apprehensive gaze, "Sure enough, these holy relics that have been handed down to modern times are not good at all."

"That girl was prepared for us, so it's normal to be able to see us." Hei Qiandai put down the holy spear, unlike Bai Qiandai who was unattainable, the current she seemed to be very good at chatting.

Le Zhengling knew that these words were made by Gray's subconscious mind. Gray knew why she was born, and now she can say that her nightmare has come true.

A dream of cooking, a fantasy of drunkenness.What kind of existence is this instinctive magic? After this incident, Le Zhengling already has a general idea of ​​his own ability.

I thought it was just a magic used to hide myself, but after being sublimated by Meili's spirit base, it seemed to be a bit too dangerous.

Now this magic has changed from the original one to three. The Dream of One Cooking acts on other people, which can rewrite the reality of the subject to a limited extent, while the Illusion of One Drunk acts on oneself to deceive all existence.

And combined, he still doesn't know the effect, but his instinct tells him not to try.

"It's time." Le Zhengling suddenly said blankly to the black gun.

The other party froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, the time is up, the dream is about to wake up."

"Do you feel sorry for not killing me?" Le Zhengling asked her in a strange tone. He had a premonition that the other party's answer might be unexpected.

"It's a pity, but I'm more fortunate. In fact, from the very beginning, neither she nor I thought of killing you at all." She smiled, "Although you may not believe it now, but Our original intention is to warn you, after all, you can be regarded as our child—"