29-Resurrection

Chapter 29 - Resurrection

"Bum bang..." Mo Fan, who was tightly strung his neck by Allen and seemed to treat a doll, kept swinging his arms and tapping the wrist stuck in his neck again and again.

But everything Mo Fan has done now is useless. There is nothing else to do except create a noisy and desperate dull sound that echoes on the dark underground platform. Because he never broke away from beginning to end, on the contrary, due to his poor breathing and excessive waving of his fists, he consumed too much physical strength and forced himself into a desperate situation.

Excessive hypoxia, Mo Fan's face was first red, and then black and purple, and his brain was dizzy. The guy who was about to lose consciousness only felt that his head was about to turn into a pool of paste, but even so, he still waved his fist hard and hit Alan in front of him, who made him hate to the bone.

"Is it destined that I will die here?" Mo Fan, with a sad and angry face and was about to lose the last trace of consciousness, was a million unwillingness in his heart. He tried his best to tear the space from such a distant place to Rhinester, but in order to complete the ideal that he could not complete in his heart, instead of running here to make soy sauce!

"No, I can't die. There are so many important things for me to do, and I have to live anyway. Power, I need stronger power!" Mo Fan, who was dying, thought of the grand ideal in his heart and suddenly became energetic. His clenched right fist became more and more powerful, and the speed of hammering became faster and faster.

But Mo Fan's current behavior, in the eyes of Allen, the seal guardian of the six-pointed star array, is like a high-risk disease that is about to die. No matter how he struggles, even if he gets a few more injections of strong shots, it can only be regarded as a return of light, and it is impossible to break free from the embrace of death.

"Give up!" Seeing Mo Fan's incomparable pain, but still refused to give up, Alan, who couldn't bear it, kindly persuaded him. But he didn't want to get his goodwill, and he was completely ignored by Mo Fan.

"I don't know whether it's hard or not, but I want to see whether it's your bones or my bones." Seeing that his kindness was ignored by Mo Fan, Alan, who felt ashamed, immediately became angry and snorted blankly.

Mo Fan, who was about to be suffolated, still closed his eyes, but his face still looked like death. He waved his arms tenaciously, constantly struggled to resist, and beat Alan's wrists unyieldingly, but refused to hand over the mission items obediently.

Alan, who was completely enraged, roared, and the big hand stuck on Mo Fan's neck became harder and harder. Finally, he was raised from the ground: "Since you want to die, I will complete you!"

Alan, who was furious, strangled his neck tightly. Mo Fan, who lost the last trace of oxygen, was restrained and kicked restlessly in the air. His closed eyes did not know when they opened again, unwillingly turned up, and a bright red tongue stretched out of his wide open mouth.

"Nima! Are I really going to die?" Mo Fan, who hung in the air, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out his tongue. It seems that the guy who almost lost the last trace of consciousness in the middle brain saw that his face was extremely wide, dressed in a black robe, fat and fat, trapped in the conscious space by himself. From time to time, the big fat man Jon, who was pumping in the wind, was smiling at himself, which was quite conspiratorial.

"What are you proud of? Even if I hang up, I will drag you to Shura Purgatory." Seeing Jon's proud ugly face, Mo Fan, who was furious, showed the last trace of firm thought in his heart, and fell into a gorgeous coma, leaving only a pair of 42-yard big feet, still gently swinging left and right like a clock in mid-air.

"It died so soon. What a failure!" Looking at Mo Fan, who opened his mouth and fell into a coma like a dead dog and seemed to be dead, Alan, who was a little bored, shook his head gently, and then said to himself like a psychopath, "What a failure! I thought it would be a pair of playable toys, but I didn't expect it to be ruined like this. Laswell's life was really a failure. Who are you looking for? Is the mercenary union really so depraved?

"If the old man Razwell knew my current feat, would he be furious! Tut, I'm really looking forward to it! It's just a pity that there is no food today. After Allen finished speaking, he was like throwing garbage, and Mo Fan, who was stuck around his neck and made a pendulum clock in mid-air, casually threw it away. It's like doing a trivial thing.

After throwing away Mo Fan's body, Alan, who was still expressionless and dead face, turned his head and had no sense of killing at all. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently and strode into the six-pointed array.

With Alan's big stride, the six-pointed star array, which was as calm as the surface of the water, suddenly seemed to have been thrown into a stone. While there were ripples, it also emitted a dazzling blue light again until his body was completely submerged before.

Throughout the whole process, Allen did not look back from beginning to end, because he was too lazy to look at Mo Fan on the ground because he didn't know anything good or bad. I don't want to see Andre, who just suffered his easy blow and fell to the ground and struggled to crawl on the ground.

After the dazzling blue light disappeared, his chest was severely damaged by Allen. Andre, who had only half his life left, stared at Mo Fan, who seemed to have been thrown away by Allen and died on the ground. When it was confirmed that this was true, the guy with clenched hands lowered his head and cried sadly: "No..."

The platform under the ground echoed with Andre's miserable cry. The corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood, and his lips were about to bite the guy, resisted the painful body that had been severely damaged by Qi and blood. He waved his hands on the edge of the platform and struggled to crawl to Mo Fan's position.

"It's all my fault. If it hadn't been for my impulse, my eldest brother wouldn't have fallen into such a field. It's all my fault!" At this moment, Andre, who put all his mistakes on himself, blamed himself and was also full of resentment. He hates that his strength is not as good as others, and he also hates that he should not be impulsive. What's more, he hates Allen, a big man in blue who has superior strength but has no master awareness at all.

Allen disappeared for more than ten minutes. Andre, who was struggling to move forward, finally slowly approached Mo Fan. Just as he was ready to help Mo Fan, a new change happened. Andrea suddenly found that the guy who should have died and was lying on the ground miraculously stood up again.

"I wipe, is this the legendary fraudulent corpse?" Andrea, who was uncertain, rubbed his eyes and stared at Mo Fan, who had just got up from the ground in disbelief. That kind of frightening and doubtful look, as if he had seen something terrible. Well, it's like seeing a dead spirit.

Until he found that Mo Fan shook his head, stretched his waist confidently, and then did a few chest expansion exercises, which did not seem to have been transformed into the legendary dead body. Andre couldn't resist the joy in his heart. He hugged Mo Fan's thick thigh with joy and said silently, "Brother, you are not dead!" Great!"

"What's going on?" Mo Fan, who was suddenly hugged by his thighs, made him unhappy. Mo Fan, who fainted once and resurrected again, was even more unhappy. When he looked down, he suddenly found that he had a runny nose. Andre with tears in his arms, was holding his thigh, and the thick snot made the unclean trousers dirtier.

"Andre, you dead gay, get out of here, I'm not gay!" Finding that the person under his feet was Andre, Mo Fan quickly stretched out his hands, and his stiff face became a little better. The signature evil smile climbed on his white cheek again.

"Say I'm a gay? Is that how you treat your brother? I still shed tears for you, and I dare to be sad for nothing. Andre quickly wiped away the tears on his face, grabbed Mo Fan's stretched out hands, slowly got up from the ground, choked and said, "It's good not to die, it's good not to die."

"Death?" Mo Fan snorted coldly, but the anger in his heart did not show. Yes, he did die once just now, but for some reasons, he is now alive again.

To be precise, Mo Fan is now a dead man. Because Alan just had his neck, the guy who lifted the pendulum clock out of thin air did suffocate and died. The reason why he can stand up again now is entirely thanks to the obscene old man Jon.

Before that, Mo Fan, who died of suffocation, was about to lose consciousness. At the most critical moment, the obscene old man who had been unable to break through the blockade of consciousness space and could not obtain physical control permission, the genius alchemist Jon suddenly appeared.

Because he was locked up in the unique consciousness space in Mofan's soul, Jon, who was trapped in it, was not only unable to use the soul transfer he was good at, but even because of his arrogant personality and unwilling to obey the control of the law of consciousness space, he also enjoyed the random convulsion torture of exclusive VIP.

Under such double torture, the soul-devastated old man Jon has not given up and has been looking for all possible opportunities to escape. But after so many days passed, he was disappointed to find that there was no other way to escape from this desperate and inexplicable space than to watch Mo Fan's experience.

But Jon did not give up. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain given by the law of space of consciousness, watched what Mo Fan experienced with cold eyes, and waited patiently for the last opportunity to come. For Jon, the only chance is for someone to kill Mofan. Because only in this way can he have the opportunity to escape from Mo Fan's consciousness space, and there is no other way.

Until a moment not long ago, Mo Fan was caught in the neck by Alan, a holy warrior with strong cultivation, and was half-dead by him, making him feel as if,

Jon, who felt that the time had come, decisively escaped from the loose consciousness space while waiting for Mo Fan to die completely, and smiled proudly at him. But Jon never thought that it was because of his unexpected appearance that Mo Fan grabbed the last trace of life-saving straw.