Chapter 315 Sun Haiyang is scared!

Work hard, come on! Damn it! I'm exhausted! This kind of work is really not done by people... It's the last one! Work harder, and the last one will help him succeed, and I will be successful. Uh-huh, as a necessary compensation, your woman, just lend it to me for temporary use first.

"The eighth one... put it away!"

I, the big sweat waterfall sweats Genghis Khan, but this last one is finally a complete merit! Hahaha, hahahaha...

Huh? Stop...what's going on? Why did the ninth one suddenly appear? No, it's not! I remember absolutely right. This is the ninth one, but, but... where did this ninth one come from...ah...ah...ah...stop! Stop it! No...impossible...how can there be another one...the tenth...ah...ah...ah...little bastard...the eleventh...twelfth...the thirteenth...the first..."

"Mentor! Mentor, save me! Help me, tutor! I was... shadyed by this little bastard..." Two three or four...

At the moment when all eight starfish dust integrated into Ding Mao's body, Mengcuo was very happy and said that this time he had to teach you a cruel lesson to the little bastard bastard.

But I didn't wait for the curvature at the corner of my mouth to really open, and unexpectedly found the shadow of seastar dust in the palm of the other party's hand.

And not only one or two more, but...

"Mentor, help me!"

Mengcuo screamed, and his voice was as horrible as seeing a devil.

"Hmm!"

A heavy cold hum. Sun Haiyang also changed color immediately, but his body just shook slightly and returned to normal.

Sun Haiyang did not come forward to help Mengcuo, but just sneered and watched the development.

Seeing this, Mengcuo knew that he had been abandoned by his tutor. Nowadays, he is the only one who can save him... Of course, there is also Ding Mao, the sinister little bastard in front of him... If this person is willing to let him go!

It's just that this is obviously delusional! In terms of various wolf mastiff-like competition mechanisms within their organization, this competition between him and Ding Mao is extremely common.

I want to ask for the kindness of my opponent by pretending to be pitiful, but I'm just asking for the tiger's skin. It's too naive.

It is purely an act of self-ru.

And there were cold-eyed observation of the tutor at the scene, which made Mengcuo have no courage to play tricks!

But how can he be willing to live? The stardust in his body has been with him for decades, and all of them have washed away the lead and faded the dross. In order to upgrade the five stardust in the body, how many sleepless nights have been crawling in the bloody sea of corpses in the past decades! His hands were even more bloody, and even in order to cut off the fetters of the secular world, he did not hesitate to wave the butcher knife to his close relatives.

My wife and children, parents, all of whom died under their own butcher's knife.

In order to become a qualified warrior, how many wounds have you suffered and how many murders you have created! It's really a hundred times, and I can't repay it clearly... But why can this little bastard have such a chance to rise to the sky, sit on the ground, and ascend to the sky step by step?

Unconvinced! I'm seriously unconvinced!

What if you don't accept it? Now, he has fallen to the point where he must fight for the ownership of the last seastardust.

The five seastar dust in the body are now five or four, leaving only the last one! If this last seastar dust is not guarded by himself, Mengcuo knows that there is only the last way waiting for him.

...dead way!

He knows that the reason why the tutor has never taken action is that on the one hand, it is due to the practice, and on the other hand, it is also the reason why the tutor is coldly watching whether he still has the value to take action. Waste will never have a place to live. Just like the fool who failed the eight missions, such a meaningless person can only die pitifully. Even if the body died, no one took care of it.

It's chilling to think of such an end.

"No! Don't give up! There is no reason why this cunning thief can surpass his own understanding of sea stardust, yes, that's it! There is still a chance, and there must be a chance to turn defeat into victory!"

Mengcuo was distracted and became fierce.

"You must let the tutor see his own strength. As long as there is still value in the eyes of the tutor, there is still a chance to win."

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Ding Mao is equally uncomfortable at this moment. It's just that his uncomfortableness is different from Mengcuo's dying struggle.

His uncomfortable feeling is the mysterious substance suddenly added to his body, and the horrible feeling that his body is about to burst, all of which make him afraid.

I don't know what happened. When he suddenly remembered that these stardust was the same existence as Shirley, in his mind, the original traces of Shirley and Mi suddenly turned into a whirlpool and began to swallow some starfish dust crazily.

Why is there such a change? Terrible! It's terrible! Previously, it was just two with Shirley, who almost turned herself into an idiot, but now she still has to face so many... eight... no... nine... ten... Oh, my God... it's actually twelve...

What's going on? What's going on?

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Sun Haiyang looked at this sudden scene coldly, but his heart was not as relaxed as pretending to be calm on the surface.

To be honest, Sun Haiyang's shock is no less than Mengcuo's. Even, in a sense, he was even more panicked.

This is because today's drama was originally under his control and directed by the hand of his God.

The feeling of being so high and looking down on all sentient beings is really fascinating.

But now, this feeling of looking down on the world is gone!

It's gone in a muddle!

It is because the little bastard in front of him, the little bastard who had been calculated by himself, was already a desperate little bastard, and suddenly came up with such a method.

This uncontrolled discovery is the place that Sun Haiyang is most afraid of. Because he felt the feeling of despair in Ding Mao again.

The last time I was at the Gladden Hotel, I was overcast.

At that time, he could still take a chance and was not prepared enough to comfort him. After all, he faced an opponent like the god of dreams, and it was normal to lose.

But since then, he has been secretly laying out, looking for opportunities to take the secrets in Ding Mao's hands for himself.

After being busy for so long, who would have thought that such a result would be waiting for such a result.