The special fluctuation that just now is gradually weakening.

What's going on?

Zhuo Buqun approached the place where the black stone just now little by little.

There was thick smoke waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Zhuo Buqun held the Star Soldier Sword in his hand.

Even if it is his ninth-level body-forging, there may be an accident.

The accident is to make you feel unexpected, and it is called an accident.

So Zhuo Buqun is very jealous of his life now.

"careful!"

Yan Xingyu shouted.

There was concern in her eyes.

Because when the smoke dissipated, something seemed to come out and was hidden in the smoke.

At the same moment, after Yan Xingyu shouted, Zhuo Buqun also felt a trace of unusual aura.

There is something.

Now the smoke is slowly dissipating. If you want to see the true body of that thing, you must wait for the smoke to disappear.

Zhuo Buqun gave Yan Xingyu a comforting look and signaled that he knew.

Even if he is based on his cultivation alone, Zhuo Buqun is a fighting saint and can withstand possible dangers.

Unless he faces a fighter.

But this is impossible. How could a powerful fighting god appear on this silent star without shit?

When the smoke is about to disappear.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in Zhuo Buqun's eyes.

This black shadow came very quickly.

This speed surprised him a little. You know, if it is shocked that Zhuo Buqun, the old monster who has lived for two lifetimes, this black shadow must have a prominent point in some aspects.

Even Zhuo Buqun was surprised.

"don't want!"

Yan Xingyu said something, and she was already shocked.

Immediately, because the owner of the black shadow appeared, it was a black-haired mouse.

The reason why Yan Xingyu really made this sound was not because she was moved and felt cute when she saw this black-haired mouse.

But because the fluctuations emitted by this black-haired mouse are the pressure of the God-level Fighting God.

With such powerful pressure, Zhuo Buqun was unable to move directly. This black-haired mouse turned out to be a powerful man at the level of the God of Fighting! How is this possible?

Zhuo Buqun didn't believe it either, but the black-haired mouse had already held its head down.

If this black-haired mouse had any incidents of fire, the injured person would be Zhuo Buqun.

If a black-haired mouse at the God-level Fighting God level goes down, it is estimated that Zhuo Buqun's head will be directly photographed as a rotten watermelon.

This is not a joke.

It was not until the black-haired mouse emitting powerful pressure that Zhuo Buqun and Yan Xingyu discovered that this black-haired mouse actually had the strength to be called the God of Fighting.

Yan Xingyu was so scared that his face turned pale.

Even if Zhuo Buqun is an old monster who has lived for two lives, he will never be able to fight with this black-haired mouse of the God of Fighting God with the power of the Battle Saint.

What's more, the little claw of this black-haired mouse of the Fighting God was already on Zhuo Buqun's head.

If Zhuo Buqun angers this black-haired mouse Fighting God, there is only one way to die.

Yan Xingyu left the Dayan Palace.

She knew what this black-haired mouse was and was a fighting god.

With such powerful pressure, it is not easy for her to just maintain the power of her actions.

Zhuo Buqun's cold sweat was cold.

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell on the forehead.

He can't speak or do anything else. If he angers the black-haired kitten, Fighting God, he will probably die on the spot.

He could only watch Yan Xingyu leave the Dayan Palace with helplessness.

Zhuo Buqun gave Yan Xingyu crazy and asked her to stop.

But who knew that this black-haired mouse Fighting God waved his hand and directly sucked Yan Xingyu over.

"No! No!"

Zhuo Buqun was furious and he was just trying to do what action he wanted to do.

As a result, I found that I had been extremely moved.

He watched Yan Xingyu fly over directly.

Stopped in front of the black-haired mouse.

"If I dare to touch Xingyu's hair, I will never let you go in my life!"

I saw the black-haired mouse obediently landing in Yan Xingyu's hands.

He rubbed Yan Xingyu's hand without being upright.

When he was already furious in his heart, he found that the black-haired mouse was actually acting like a good person in Yan Xingyu's hands.

Zhuo Buqun was speechless in shock.

What's going on?

Slowly, the black-haired mouse's pressure of the God of Fighting God was withdrawn from its body.

He felt that the black-haired mouse might not be adult yet.

After Zhuo Buqun recovered his ability to move, the first thing he did was to walk in front of Yan Xingyu and want to see the entire black-haired mouse at close distance.

"So terrifying. Such a powerful fighting god powerful man would not appear in this place. What exactly is the problem?"

Yan Xingyu was already scared and his face turned pale because this black-haired mouse had become a powerful person in the battle god.

If you say that it has reached this point, not only Yan Xingyu can't believe it, but even Zhuo Buqun can't believe it.

Gradually, this cute black-haired mouse seemed to have dispersed its power to fight the gods.

He kept lying on Yan Xingyu's body.

Could this black-haired mouse have lost its memory?

Yan Xingyu's face began to rosy. This black-haired mouse was quite cute, just like an ordinary mouse.

Zhuo Buqun was a little confused.

Whose black-haired mouse with such a memory lost?

If you can raise a fighting god, I believe this black-haired mouse should not be something that ordinary people can have.

Why is this black-haired mouse here, and how did it become like this and hide here?

Zhuo Buqun didn't know these questions. He only knew that if this black-haired mouse stayed by their side, it would be a time bomb. When the time came, it would explode directly.

The black-haired mouse is not an ordinary mouse, it is a mouse with a strength comparable to the power of a fighting god.

If you keep it with you, you will have big problems sooner or later.

If this black-haired mouse turns his face and refuses to recognize others, a creature with a strength comparable to a fighting god will have no chance of death with just one blow.

But it is unrealistic to throw the black-haired mouse here now. In front of this black-haired mouse, they are teenage mice with no power to resist at all.

What should I do?

Zhuo Buqun is in a mess, he really doesn't want to have such an unstable factor.

Maybe when I will die inexplicably.

Yan Xingyu gently tried to touch the black-haired mouse and found that the black-haired mouse was quite enjoying it.

Such a existence like a fighting god actually felt the warmth and cuteness in Yan Xingyu's hands.

This made Zhuo Buqun feel a little embarrassed.

But he had no courage to move this black-haired mouse that was comparable to the power of the God of Fighting.

He was afraid that the black-haired mouse, who had lost his memory, would be irritated and would do something unimaginable.

Based on this conjecture, Zhuo Buqun really has nothing to do to the black-haired mouse.

He dared not, he was already scared.
To be continued...