I saw a bare wooden kid standing at the door in the direction of the projectile flying, looking around for something with a panic look on his face.

Fang Xingyang felt that it seemed like his projectile pitcher!

Not sure, look again...

But if it is a real projectile pitcher...how did it become like this?

I saw that the projectile pitcher, which was originally the size of a human slap, had grown to the size of a baby at this time. He was probably worth tens of centimeters tall even if he was less than half a meter tall;

But what Fang Xingyang couldn't figure it out was that the originally normal facial features of the projectile pitcher have now deviated from their normal positions as their body grows, compact and skewed.

It's simply a moving "small melon and cracked date".

It stood at the door, and if someone with bad eyes looked at it, it might even treat it as a piece of oversized ginger.

As for why it came from the fog port commissioned shop so quickly, Fang Xingyang also found it-

Because there are many "legs" like tree roots growing under it!

These "legs" are very casual in length, with varying thickness, length and length. Each one seems to have its own growth idea.

Moreover, the large number of these legs made Fang Xingyang wonder how it did so many legs ran but didn't wrap around together when it was running...

If it weren't for the iconic big hat on the top of his head and the small wooden basket behind him, Fang Xingyang wouldn't have believed that this was his "exclusive partner".

It's so ugly, it's so ugly! Fortunately, I dreamed that the projectile pitcher turned into a beast-eared little loli last night!

The huge contrast made Fang Xingyang a little unacceptable for a moment.

Then, the foul pitcher's eyes fell on Fang Xingyang, who had already (°Д°) in the corner.

"Daba~"

When the projectile pitcher saw him, he immediately jumped up happily, and countless calves under him ran towards him with a "smacking" sound.

It looks like a mini alien that is approaching quickly.

Seeing this, Fang Xingyang's nerves suddenly became tense.

"Wait, wait! Don't come here first!"

He climbed up from the ground in horror.

But it was too late.

During this period, he was only concerned about seeing the appearance of the projectile pitcher, and he didn't even find a pool of ruins coming out of the pile of ruins in the middle of the hall intact!

He did ignore this fatal problem - even his flintlock can hardly hurt a pole, let alone the attack of a projectile pitcher?

The projectile pitcher ran "click-" and seemed to be the only one left in his eyes, completely ignoring the coveted fog next to him.

In an instant, with a terrifying roar bursting from the center of the hall, a terrifying giant claw suddenly stretched out from the thick black fog.

He slapped the projectile pitcher who happened to be passing by with one claw.

Fang Xingyang subconsciously closed his eyes, but he could not avoid the perspective of the projectile pitcher in his mind.

With an incredible loud noise, the projectile pitcher was hit by a dog into the hall wall, and the picture in Fang Xingyang's mind instantly turned dark.

Even the picture seemed to have entered "silent mode", and no other sounds were heard.

[Warning! Exclusive partner [projection pitcher] suffered a fatal attack, and his health is close to the minimum. Please take relevant measures to rescue immediately!]

As the system spread, the wall where the projectile pitcher was located collapsed, and a large amount of dust spread out for a moment.

Fang Xingyang was anxious.

He just accepted that the projectile pitcher was the "key point" for his turnaround, but now the countdown is about to end...

Why did the projectile pitcher fall down?!

【10…】

【9…】

【8…】

Fang Xingyang stared at the ruins of the wall, and he was extremely expecting that the projectile pitcher could jump out of the ruins as the countdown was cleared.

Even if it's ugly, it's ugly. How can you dislike your child's ugly...

Fang Xingyang's expectation became stronger and stronger as time decreased.

But the projectile pitcher never appeared in his eyes, and even the view of the projectile pitcher in his mind did not light up again.

In the middle of the hall, a swath of his sword-like claws once again stretched out his witchcraft who was lying in the other corner.

The collision sound of sharp claws and broken ground was like a blade, scratching Fang Xingyang's eardrums.

【5…】

Fang Xingyang's expectation began to be dispersed by despair.

【4…】

A slumber suddenly stopped in place.

It was like a remote-controlled racing car that suddenly ran out of power, and it was completely motionless.

"snort……"

The ancient roaring sound of the mastermind behind the scenes sounded again, making the string in Fang Xingyang's heart stretch to the extreme.

But this time, he heard a hint of anger and unwillingness from the voice of the mastermind behind the scenes.

【2…】

【1…】

A sudden strong wind suddenly poured in from outside the hall, and a body that was still in place seemed to have turned into a light statue and was blown down by the strong wind.

Even the chaotic demon energy surrounding it dissipated with the blowing wind, and once again turned a pool back to its original appearance.

"He's here!"

A dull sound like thunder suddenly came outside the hall.

Fang Xingyang suddenly realized who was coming.

The Six-wing Commander again!

It turned out that the system's countdown made him wait for not a projectile pitcher, but also waiting for the arrival of the Six-wing Commander as last time!

"General, General! Don't be impulsive, he, he is really a good person!!"

Suddenly, another familiar voice appeared.

Fang Xingyang suddenly stood up.

"Qing'er?"

"Your Highness the Princess doesn't have to worry. There is still a certain 'catastrophe' around them, but his breath is rapidly fading."

"It should...because I just left."

The six-wing commander's voice was getting closer and closer. Not long after, the dark elf commander with three pairs of colorful giant wings landed at the entrance of the hall with his followers and Qing'er.

They looked into the messy ruins, and on one side was a wizard who was struggling in the corner with a look of pain;

On the other side, Fang Xingyang was looking for something from the ruins with tears in his nose.

The words of the Six-Wing Commander and the fallen pool are enough to prove that the mastermind behind the scenes left after he noticed the arrival of the Six-Wing Commander.

So the last chuckle was filled with a hint of reluctance, and a dog suddenly fell down as if it had lost control...

Soon, Fang Xingyang dug out his projectile pitcher from under the collapsed wall.

It is like a decaying old tree root, but its body is as soft as a baby.

He found the jade pendant that Qing'er gave him and held it in his hand. The green healing light surrounded him and the projectile pitcher.

Then, he walked towards the magician with a projectile pitcher in his arms.

Without the blessing of the jade pendant, the witch and spell master has been tortured by the three metal pieces, and is probably on the verge of losing control.

Looking at Fang Xingyang walking towards him step by step, a trace of hideousness appeared on the face of the witch and spell master.

"You, are you okay... Don't worry, our reinforcements are here, and the mastermind behind the scenes have left."

Fang Xingyang said carefully, lifting up his jade pendant and slowly walking towards the witch and spell master.

"I'll help you relieve the symptoms of losing control, don't worry..."

At this time, he seemed to have just passed a disaster, and even his speech was filled with obvious tremors.

At the door, the commander of the Six-wings was always observing him.

"He... is not doing such a perverted thing, all of this is caused by that 'catastrophe'."
Chapter completed!