am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

Just when Xun Ying was thinking about how to answer Wang Mo's question, a young man rushed out from inside the food stall like a hot wheel, and rushed towards Wang Mo and Xun Ying. .

"Brother Wang! Brother Xun! If you can force me, don't do it! If you have something to say, it's easy to discuss!" The young man rushed over and mumbled.

Wang Mo: "..."

Xun Ying: "..."

It wasn't until this small whirlwind came to them that Wang Mo and Xun Ying recognized each other. It turned out to be the president of the male fan section of Xun Ying's support club, who was beaten like a rotten pear in the series of small reincarnations , a follower who was later rescued by Wang Mo.

His whole personality before was still quite partial to Mr. Jia, but after realizing the gap between himself and Wang Mo's strength because of the battle of Lianhuantao, he completely let himself go.

"Oh, it's you, follower." Wang Mo nodded after remembering who the other party was, as a greeting to him.

Follower: "..."

"Please don't call me that." The follower said that I also have dignity, so he asked so confidently.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" Wang Mo also asked kindly.

"Follower is a bit too much. If you want to express a similar meaning, at least...call me Little Tail, I can still accept it." Follower thought for a while, and then gave his bottom line in this negotiation .

"Okay, then I'll call you Little Tail." Wang Mo was still very kind to the younger brothers who had already been subdued by him, so he nodded and said.

Little tail:"……"

"By the way, Awei, what are you doing here?" After Wang Mo accepted the other party's nickname, he even casually gave him a nickname.

"What the hell is Awei?" Xiaowei asked Wang Mo with "happy" written all over his face.

"Aren't the two words more neat and tidy?" Wang Mo asked rhetorically, with a very reasonable look.

"Okay." Awei thought for a while, nodded, and was about to answer Wang Mo's previous question when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

But because he was anxious to give advice to Wang Mo right now, he let go of that point in his mind, and then said: "Brother Wang, I heard that you had a conflict with someone from the supernatural circle, and it happened to be here side, so I hurried out to break up the fight, but I ran too slowly." Awei said.

Wang Mo thought for a while, and felt that Awei was indeed running very slowly, including when he was escaping in a series of traps, and he was not particularly clever, so he nodded and said: "Thank you, it was just a misunderstanding, and there is no major problem now."

"A little... misunderstanding..." Awei looked at the pile of glass puppets outside the door who had lost their power, and then glanced away, and saw the wall and walked away. They had been chatting for so long Only then did they barely climb up to the insurance guy in the sales office in front of them.

A disagreement is such a big deal? Awei looked at his former love rival tremblingly, and suddenly felt that since he was not a god, he was actually very self-aware when he quit the battle of the gods.

Following Awei's dazed gaze, Wang Mo looked back, and belatedly felt that this incident was a bit too exaggerated.

But he doesn't think it's entirely caused by himself, because if those Liuli puppets and the insurance seller in the sales office are not so persistent, even if they leave [-]% of the battery for themselves, it won't matter. It will become like this, at least everyone can still run to the pet battery to charge it with a sigh of relief.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo thought that he was also a member of the supernatural circle, and it seemed a little unattractive to have thousands of glazed puppets lying all over the field like this, so he didn't go any further, but He touched Xun Ying's arm and said, "Wait here for me, I'll go outside and clean the battlefield. "

Before Xun Ying could respond, Awei said very curiously: "Brother Wang, I'm afraid you can't move so many colored glaze puppets by yourself. Let me call some senior brothers over to help."

"No need, I can do it by myself." Wang Mo said lightly.

Then he walked back slowly like a car, and came to the door of the food stall again.

Because of the battle of the "Battle of the World" just now, the outdoor food stalls outside have been destroyed to almost nothing left. Thanks to the blindness, otherwise it would have been on the social news.

Wang Mo looked at the only surviving TV outside, and it was broadcasting an advertisement on the theme of superheroes saving the world that he shot.

Wang Mo laughed, imitating the gestures in the TV commercials, and waved his hand towards the pile of thousands of glass puppets that looked like scrap copper and rotten iron at the door. In an instant, everyone's spiritual energy was full.

It’s 70 words soon, can I get it to 100 million?