Mo Xiaofei shook his head and immediately closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes again...the surroundings were shattered.

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The handsome young man shook his head and sighed: "It seems that no one knows how to appreciate it."

Lamias sneered and waved the entire banquet hall in a circle, disappearing in an instant like a passing cloud.

The martial arts stage is back.

Wolfgang's ten fingers have stopped.

I saw many extraordinary people in the eight grandstands at this time, but they still hugged their companions, men and women, men and women, young and old, old men and old men... intimate.

They suddenly woke up and vomited.

Wolfgang shook his head again, as if with some regret, and murmured in a low voice: "After all, in the sub-world, you can't go too far, otherwise you will be targeted by the administrator."

But at this time, a fist containing majestic fighting thoughts had appeared in front of Wolfgang.

His expression condensed, and then he flicked his fingers, and a musical scale turned into an invisible shield wall, blocking the fist... However, Dou Nian was too huge, and the shield wall instantly shattered, and the force continued unabated.

Wolfgang showed a look of surprise, and with a slight cross bullet, one shield wall after another was formed out of thin air.

But the fists shattered one after another, destroying everything!

Wolfgang's frown deepened, and at the moment of shock, the fist had arrived. He raised his hands in a panic, crossed his arms, and blocked the punch.

It was just that his body was pushed crazily by the force, sweeping away the stone slabs of the martial arts stage, moving backwards crazily... and finally fell out of the martial arts stage and landed outside the venue.

However, Lamias's fist was still filled with fiery breath, distorting the air... She retracted her fist, looked at Wolfgang who fell out of the field, and said calmly: "There is nothing wrong with men being versatile, but their fists are not strong enough.

You want to go to bed with me, do you think you are the clown from the past few days?"

Hum*2!

Two humming sounds suddenly sounded in Lamias's ears... She didn't know why there were two sounds, but one of them left a deep impression on her.

Lamia's face changed slightly in an instant, "I don't mean anything, I'm just making an analogy... Don't worry."

Seeing that there was no movement, Lamias secretly breathed a sigh of relief... The maid probably just gave a casual warning. But... in addition to the terrifying maid, another cold snort came out.

Where does it come from.

She is also a woman.

The tone of these two cold snorts is obviously exactly the same!

In other words, besides that scary maid lady, is there another one?

Emmm…

Lamias suddenly interrupted her conjecture. If she felt that she knew too much...

But she spoke softly, and no one heard her... Seeing that there was really nothing more to say, Lamias breathed out slowly, only to find that Wolfgang had quietly disappeared.

"This guy……"

Lamias couldn't help but frown, subconsciously she always felt that this mysterious guy didn't try his best at all, as if he was just playing.

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In the passage under the stands, Wolfgang was humming something... He was leaning against the wall at this time, with some manuscript paper and a pencil in his hand.

He was composing something, and it seemed that inspiration had come to him.

"Wolfgang."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the darkness.

But Wolfgang said without raising his head: "I'm inspired, don't disturb me... I sent a signal before and you didn't come, but it's useless now. I have no time to care about you."

"We are here with the mission of [Archimedes] Throne..." the voice continued.

"That is your [Throne] and has nothing to do with me." Wolfgang said calmly: "Whatever tasks you have, it has nothing to do with me. It's just based on the principle of mutual help among transcendent people. When I am in trouble, you choose

If sex doesn't come, I can choose not to help you when you are in trouble."

"We were in the Forbidden City!" The voice snorted coldly: "This sub-world is not as simple as imagined!"

Wolfgang seemed not to have heard anything. He raised his head as if he was thinking about something, then quickly lowered his head again and wrote something quickly on the paper.

The figure in the darkness quietly disappeared.

Wolfgang stopped writing at this time, looked thoughtfully into the darkness, and muttered: "It seems that I have really lost one, otherwise such a arrogant person would not come to me...

…Sure enough, there is a big problem in this sub-world.”

There is indeed a big problem.

From the time he was imprisoned by Mr. Song, to later meeting Farrell, and then watching each challenge match after another, he finally discovered the problem.

"The peak limit of this sub-world... is too high!"

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Taking advantage of the fact that no one came up to challenge, Lamias directly drew two opponents out, won easily, and left the martial arts stage with three beads.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer beads scattered in the hands of mid- to low-level extraordinary groups, and there are naturally fewer and fewer objects to snatch.

After more than an hour of the challenge, the beads had basically flowed into those powerful extraordinary groups.

The big waves wash away the sand... From morning to afternoon, for most of the day, only the major delegations that can be called gold are left.

China is still the region that obtains the most beads.

In the future, the division of territory and voice of the Extraordinary Association can already be seen at this time. Some rudiments can be seen at this time... What will happen next is that the extraordinary people who have already obtained the right to speak will start a war to expand their own voice.

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"Lady Lamias, do we really only need three beads?"

"Except for me, if any of you can get one more, I have no objection."

"Sorry, we are useless..."

"On the North American continent, as long as we have the right to speak... there is only one [Dark Order] anyway, isn't it?" Lamias chuckled and said, "As long as we have territory."

"makes sense……"

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"Stella! Come down and die!"

Suddenly, in the conference venue that had been silent for a long time, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

I saw a bridge of flames instantly formed from the stands, extending all the way to the martial arts stage... And walking on the long bridge of flames was the master of the Red Flame Tower.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Father Stella, the strongest talker. With this scene, the China Administration no longer had any reason to break up the fight or separate the two.

I saw Father Stella snorting coldly at this time, holding his holy sword of physics, and jumped directly into the martial arts stage, "Chi Yan shrunk, do you dare to bet your wife with me! You lose

Come on, give me your wife!"

"Where the hell did you get your wife!" The owner of the Chiyan Tower walked off the fire bridge, his eyes erupting with scarlet flames again.

Father Stella instantly hummed and said: "Who said I didn't!"

With that said, Father Stella directly pulled open the skirt of his shirt, and saw an image of a woman with a sweet smile printed on the thin shirt!

"Look!" Father Stella pointed at the big picture on his clothes and sneered: "My wife! Ten yuan!"

"You fucking..."

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Chapter completed!