Chapter 42 Meteor Team

The effect of blood dragon ginseng is amazing. After five days of conditioning, Mesomea's body is almost completely recovered. At this time, she has regained her former demeanor. Her long wavy hair poured down, draped over her shoulders, a long white skirt, a beautiful figure, beautiful big eyes, and light dimples. Everything is such a gorgeous crown. Qunfang, everything is so charming.

However, the beautiful face lost its smile, and two tears left deep sadness. Through the winding corridor, she entered Jiulong's room and put down the vegetable plate in her hand. She moved gently and gently hugged Jiulong's neck.

"Mesomea, did you cook in person again today?" Jiulong did not turn around, but turned his face away, gently kissed Mesomea's cheek, rubbed Mesomea's ears, and asked gently.

"Brother Jiulong, how do you know? I just went out for a while!" Mesomia giggled and seemed to be scratched, and the smile was particularly sweet.

"Guess?" Kowloon pretended to be mysterious and pretended to be unfathomable.

"I don't know!" Mesmia thought for a moment and shook his head gently.

Kowloon smiled, took Mesonia's hand, smelled it gently, and sighed, "Ah--I smell the food!"

"Brother Jiulong, the smell of the food comes from there. How can I have it in my hand!" There was a trace of decline in Mesormia's eyes. If Jiulong's eyes were there, perhaps he didn't need his nose to tell whether there was food or not.

"Come on, help your husband to eat!" Jiulong stood up slowly, held Mesomea's arm, and said happily.

"What kind of husband, inexplicable!" Mesomia carefully supported Jiulong and couldn't understand what Jiulong was saying.

"Mesomea, you don't know that this husband is the husband of his wife, that is, Mesomea's Jiulong brother. In this world, only Methomea deserves to have a husband!" Jiulong stumbled down to the dining table and said, "Ah--feed my husband!"

"Hmm!" Mesormia nodded obediently, picked up the food, touched his red lips gently, and handed it to Jiulong's mouth, "Come on, husband, eat!"

Mesomea looked at Jiulong's delicious food, and her heart was sour and astringent. Jiulong's eyes had been treated by a bright magician, and the blood color had faded, and his dark eyes had recovered. Unfortunately, there was no reality. At that time, the eyes that turned were no longer as intelligent as before. Brilliant and shining, but empty and dull.

Salina saw Jiulong and Mesomeia through the window and got all kinds of love after all kinds of hardships. She couldn't help but think of herself taking care of Euro Tartison from time to time. The man's face was cold, like a thousand-year-old Xuanbing, eternal, and the gentleness that often revealed was just flashed away.

"Salina, come on, I knew you were coming!" Kowloon said as if nothing had happened while eating.

Salina slowly came in, nodded to Mesomea, looked at Jiulong, and said with some surprise, "Brother Jiu, how do you know it's me!"

"Hmm! Humph!" Jiulong smiled with a bad smile, "If you don't call me master, when will you change your words? Only Euro Tartison has the right to call Jiu Ge!"

"Huh! Who cares!" Salina snorted coldly, and then her mouth collapsed, "If Euro Tatison hadn't called you Brother Ninth, I wouldn't have called you!"

"Come on, Salina, let's have dinner together!" Mesomia quickly prepared bowls and chopsticks for Salina.

"Okay, okay! I asked about the food from afar!" Salina was immediately overjoyed. She sat on the stool, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and began to eat. The spicy image suddenly leaked out.

"Eat slowly, you're in a hurry!" Mesomia looked at Salina's appearance and couldn't help smiling.

"Uh!" Suddenly, Salina obediently put down her bowls and chopsticks, wiped her mouth in a hurry, made a look like a lady, gently picked a vegetable leaf, put it in her mouth slowly, and chewed it slowly, only made people feel hairy all over. "I want to learn to be a lady, Brother Tatison said, want me to be a lady, learn from the appearance of my ninth sister-in-law, and I learned to cook by myself, but what I cooked was so bad that I didn't dare to let him eat it!"

Puff——

As soon as Jiulong heard it, a mouthful of rice spewed out, "I said tough girl, do you want a lady too? Still cooking? Fortunately, I have self-knowledge, otherwise... Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Kowloon! You dare to talk about me!" As soon as Salina heard this, she suddenly jumped like thunder and shouted and began to curse.

"Well, ladies!" Jiulong said slowly.

"Oh, ninth brother... I... want a lady!" As soon as Salina heard this, she immediately wither, pouted and stopped talking.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Jiulong could no longer suppress his laughter and burst into laughter.

"Brother Jiulong, be careful, your chest is bleeding again!" Mesomia patted Jiulong sadly and quickly untied his belt. Seeing a drop of blood flowing out again, he quickly took out the already prepared silk scarf to wipe it.

"Hmm! Sooner or later, I will become a lady!" Salina came to Jiulong's ear and shouted, which shocked Jiulong.

"Tighty girl, you're going to die!" Kowloon hurriedly scolded.

"I won't tell you. I'm leaving. By the way, I'll tell you a bad news. My Euro Tattison has become an eighth-level warrior. Awesome. In the future, your seventh-level warrior should come to me and respect me, otherwise, I will sue!" After saying that, he jumped and walked away.

"Eight-level warrior...!" Jiulong was stunned and shouted quickly, "Come back and make it clear to me!"

......

In the martial arts arena, 500 soldiers stood quietly, and the steel was generally motionless. They wore heavy iron armor, held long sticks in their hands, carried long bows, and placed a pot of arrows beside them.

Bo Linse's eyes were shining and quietly looked at the 500 soldiers. The cold and majestic voice sounded, "Listen, you are the elite secretly trained by the Purple Qi Legion, known as the meteor team. Your vocation is to obey orders. Do you hear me?"

"Yes!" The thunder sound of the same voice made the ground tremble!

"Good!" Prinse glanced at 500 people, slowly stopped at Euro Tatison, pointed to Euro Tatison and said coldly, "You can see clearly. From then on, he, Euro Tatison, is your master. His orders are more important than your lives. Have you heard it?"

"Yes!" 500 people should be again.

After announcing the order, Paulinese turned his eyes to Euro Tatison and said slowly, "Oro Tatison, you are the brother of Kowloon, and the Kowloon meteor team will be led and ordered by you from then on! Five hundred of them are Omar's elites, all eight-level magic fighters who have experienced hundreds of battles. I was worried that you could not lead them as a seven-level warrior, but now it happens that you have broken through the eight-level warriors and become their commander!"

"Thank you, sister!" Euro Tatison has already regained his former glory. His beautiful face swept away the previous decadence, and his whole body was energetic and energetic.

"Okay, let's start and show you the strength of the meteor team!" Prinse looked around gently, and finally, her eyes fell on the 56-level martial artist not far away. "You two teams are fighting against each other. The meteor team is not allowed to use magic and fighting spirit. Fifty breaths can't be taken, die!"

"Yes!" The 500 meteor team suddenly shouted, raised the long stick in their hands, and immediately rushed to the 500 gorgeous six-level warrior group.

Kka-ka-

O. Tatison was surprised to see the two teams bump into each other, and see that the whole team of the meteor team seemed to be twisted into a rope. They cooperated two, three or five cooperated, two people attacked, three people attacked together, five people chained, and evolved into various complex formations, with Wu as a unit, fifty as a group, and 500 as a triangular arrow array. , serial attacks, each group alternating, and each uniting together.

Cracking, 30 breaths, their battle has been over, all the 56-level warriors fell to the ground, and no one could get up, while the meteor team was unscathed. Suddenly, it deformed the square array, in a quiet position, moving quickly and sensitively.

"Sister..., how powerful would it be if they applied fighting spirit and magic!" Even if Oro Tatison is also a person who sees the world, he is stunned by the scene of the meteor team. He doesn't need to fight, magic, 30 breaths, and even the formation did not move at all.

"Hmm!" Bolise raised his head proudly, "In the battlefield, they are invincible. Fighting against the strong, 500 of them can compete with 100 scattered nine-level warriors!"

"This!" When Oro Tatison heard this, he was immediately shocked. A hundred nine-level warriors?!! What a spectacular power this is.

"Why, you don't believe it!" Bolise looked at Oro Tatison and said slowly, "Why don't you find one and try it!"

"Good!" Euro Tatison is also a person who is not afraid of death. He happens to break through the eighth-level martial artist and is worried about having no opponent. He is willing to let go of such a great opportunity. Besides, these 500 people will have to give orders by themselves in the future. If he can't be deterred by powerful force, he will definitely be blocked by giving orders.

I don't care about anything. Let's give them a horse first!