Chapter 1798 Shammy face (finale)(1/6)
After hearing the news, the army of ghosts looked at Wang Lang.
Only when Wang Lang was indeed holding the dragon-slaying head in his hand, the army of ghosts faded into the endless darkness like a tide.
Wang Lang only felt that I was exhausted. Although I was already dead in the Dragon Slaying Life, there was still a clone that actually escaped while the chaos had just happened.
As long as you are still alive, it is a hidden danger.
Withdrew his gaze, Wang Lang looked at the person lying on the ground.
Zhao Milong.
Zhao Milong, who was about to turn into two pieces, was lying on the ground.
"Where is my phone? What's the point? I'm losing my phone? Where is my phone? Look at it! Find me a phone!"
Zhao Milong looked at Wang Lang.
Wang Lang leaned over and took out his cell phone from Zhao Milong's pants.
Zhao Milong patted his face, "I can't tell that he was injured, right?"
Wang Lang nodded.
Zhao Milong fiddled with his hair, his face turned yellow.
Turn on your phone.
A video call was called.
After a while, an old lady appeared on the other end of the video.
The old lady looked a little demented.
But when I saw Zhao Milong, I was so happy that I was like a child.
Zhao Milong showed an innocent smile on his face.
"Don't you know who I am?" Zhao Milong smiled.
"Dad." The old lady shouted.
Zhao Milong's smile remains charming.
After all, Zhao Milong only has a deep skill and looks young, but is actually very old.
"Daughter, that's it, I'm going to go out for a long trip. Maybe when will I come back? What do you do? Give your phone to the person next to you.
Let me tell you, I will raise you well if there is any mistake, I will cut you down!
I won’t say it anymore! I’m dying, I’m not talking about anything anymore, I miss you, look at you.
Then what, what am I here?"
The old lady's eyes were turbid, tears came out of her eyes, and she said in a crying voice.
"dad."
Zhao Milong hung up the phone with a smile.
Throw up the phone casually.
"Well, Song Buwen, that old man is immortal. Come here to recite the scriptures for me to save me." Zhao Milong said loudly.
"Song Buwen has left."
"What, I left, why are you still leaving in front of me? Is there a bald donkey? Is there a bald donkey? I recite the scriptures for me to save me? What's going on now is so unclear?" Zhao Milong cursed.
Everyone couldn't help but gather around.
Zhao Milong looked at everyone. "What are you looking at! You are not allowed to laugh at me!"
Pan Renfeng held a sword in his hand and looked at Zhao Milong lying on the ground, his cheek muscles appearing and looming.
Zhao Milong straightened his head. "Miss Pan, what are you looking at? Do you think I'm so excited now?"
Pan Renfeng frowned.
"Shut up!"
"Hey! Let me shut up!" Zhao Milong said with a smile.
Zhou Lanfeng squatted on the ground and checked Zhao Milong's health.
Zhao Milong held his head with both hands. He didn't feel like he was about to die.
"What are you checking? Checking, you're going to die. So, is anyone who can recite scriptures? Reading scriptures for me? His grandma is so bearish, that's the case, fat man, your father is going to die, you won't cry."
"You can't accumulate some virtue in your mouth when you're going to die." The chubby old man said with a calm face.
"What, you are, your father is still afraid that you will be knocked to death while crying," Zhao Milong said with a smile on his face.
After a glance, I saw the green crane in the crowd.
"Qinghe! What are you doing when you are hiding behind people? Come here to recite the scriptures for me, I'm almost out of my way! Read it carefully and let me go to the Pure Land and go to the Garden of Eden with Sister Chang'e to pick an apple to eat."
"A pretty good person, he just can talk fuckingly."
The chubby old man sighed.
Zhao Milong is gone.
No one cried, no one laughed.
A person who has been smiling all his life, when he is dying, uses a smiling hipster attitude to make people unable to cry or laugh.
Wang Lang knew clearly why Zhao Milong wanted to block that sword for Wang Lang.
That day, Zhao Milong heard clearly what Song Buwen explained to Wang Lang.
Although he laughed and didn't do anything right, he stood up without hesitation when he was serious.
The battle ends.
There were no casualties in the Dragon Gate Dragon King.
Two elders and guardians of Longmen died.
Five of the seven hall masters died.
One hundred and ninety-two disciples died and injured in Longmen.
The remaining alliances suffered more than 800 casualties.
More than three thousand of the Ghost Fellows died, and hundreds were left to flee.
Under Wang Lang's leadership, everyone went to Luo's house and sat down to discuss the rest.
In the end, everyone agreed and worked together to clear away all the remaining remnants of the dragon-slaying life.
Wang Lang also looked around for the escaped Dragon Slayer clone.
Time flies.
Two months passed in a flash.
The whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer clone are unknown.
The Ghost Fiction Army was almost wiped out.
But only Dragon Sawshen still has several core characters who can't find where to go.
Han Yin's whereabouts are also unknown.
Everything is going on in full swing.
Lei Huaer suddenly sent a message.
The l family moved.
Over the past year, the L family has finally stopped hiding their ambitions.
The whole world is almost under the control of the L family.
Only this ancient country in the East was never under the control of the L family.
This time, the l family was determined and did not hesitate to break their arms, just to completely control this mysterious Eastern country.
besides.
The underground world also needs to be reshuffled.
Two days later.
On an island in the Pacific Ocean.
A helicopter landed slowly.
Wang Lang jumped off from above. He wore sunglasses, had dreadlocks, and had a clear edges and edges. He headed towards a palace on the island.
On the island, there are all kinds of fighter jets, tanks, and artillery.
There are many patrol people coming and going, all of whom are fully armed.
In the palace.
It's a long table,
People sit from beginning to end.
These people are of various shapes and colors, noisy and loud.
As soon as Wang Lang came in, his voice instantly quieted, and everyone stood up in unison.
I walked to the front with a familiarity.
Wang Lang sat down.
To be continued...