Chapter 166 Four Sighs

The sea breeze slowly blew by his ears and watched the corners of Jiabu's clothes with a cold face being gently lifted. He stood there coldly and unrestrainedly like the hero of those stories in the novel. Berno couldn't help sighing that he could not learn this temperament.

Although I am not inferior to him in terms of personality or appearance, I absolutely do not have the cold temperament on the bald head. Even if I hold the expensive weapon, even if I shaved into a bald head, I am definitely not as chic as him.

Why don't you try it for a bald head? Berno thought secretly, then shook his head and quickly put aside this strange idea. The name "bald magician" is not good.

sighed and turned his eyes to Rusue, who was standing lazily beside him. Berno was extremely depressed. According to reason, among the four people in the group, only he had the lowest strength, who had just entered the strength of the fifth-level martial artist, and finally joined the journey. What do you think of this errands and chores? Everything should be done by him, but what makes Berno unable to figure out is why he looks extremely familiar with his boss. Did they know each other before?

It's only a five-level martial artist. If you dare to provoke me, be careful that Grandpa's fireball will blow you so that you can't even leave ashes left. Berno glanced at Ruo Suai disdainfully and thought to himself secretly. I don't believe that the boss can still care about you, a five-level little warrior?

"Hey..."

With a faint sigh, Berno's ears were raised in an instant. Looking at Ye Fei sitting listlessly on a stone pier, his heart was not tight.

Since the night when the boss and the mysterious Gabb sneak disappeared for a night more than half a month ago, his whole body seems to have lost his soul, always like a dementia when he is free, stupidly there for a long time, and mutters something from time to time.

In the afterglow of the corners of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the fat man scratching his head extremely entangled. The fierce look was eager to tear off his hair, which made Bernardo's heart palpitate for no reason.

Since he came back that day, the perverted boss has been torturing himself like crazy. Those training methods that seemed strange in Berno's eyes have become more outrageous. Of course, he is not the only one who has been tortured, but also inevitably.**

In Berno's eyes, it's terrible enough to stand there steadily under the rapid waterfall with the strength of muscles. However, at the thought that I had to go around more than ten kilometers every day to the top of the waterfall and keep throwing those thick wooden stakes from the cliff of 100 meters high to make this The guy chopped, and even he thought it was a nightmare.

From the beginning, I can only chop a few pieces in a day. Later, the speed of cutting down trees has far from keeping up with this perverted consumption. What Berno has in his heart is only deep pain. He is as tired as a dead dog every day. After finishing this training, he has to run more than ten kilometers and go back to continue to suffer from this. The abuse of the guy, the pain in his heart, has turned into a deep despair.

"These two guys are perverts!" This is Berno's only comment on fat people and baldheads.

Berno's daily training work has been in full swing, and his magic level has been forcibly upgraded from the original level to the third level. More than ten days seems to be very short, but for Berno, the shock in his heart is indescribable.

If the magic of second-level power can seriously injure people, then the magic skill of third-level power is enough to be fatal, and the fat man, an alien, seems to have already adapted to this extreme perverted cultivation. Berno can't figure out why this guy can still live after such high-intensity physical training every day. He beat himself up.

Although the power of using magic can only be limited to three levels, you should know that you are a real seven-level magician, especially a high-level strongman from the Holy Land of the Ice and Snow Alliance. His understanding of magic is far from those half-hearted magicians in the northern continent. .

Whether it is casting skills or understanding of magic, it is absolutely necessary to tell ordinary northern mainland magicians a level. If you are rude, you can also make yourself against an opponent of the same level in a northern continent. Even if you can't fight against one against two, there is still no problem.

Why can the casting method you rack your brains to come up with only cause him a little trivial trouble in the face of this pervert?

"Hey..."

In the afterglow of the corners of Berno's eyes, the fat man had held his head and gradually lowered his head, and with this sad sigh, the head that almost sank into his crotch was buried deeper.

In the boss's plan, he was originally going to rent a carriage from the city of Aisinau to the port of Edro, but for some reason, he temporarily changed his plan. The four people went all the way here through the magic transmission array, just to save time to satisfy his pervert who was only for himself. The soul? Berno thought doubtfully.

"Little Beckham!"

The fat man lowered his head and suddenly shouted, and with his words, Berno was an instinctive panic. Every time the boss appeared in this posture, this kind of sigh, it marked that there would be a routine battle training between two people next.

Beckham was a little resentful and frightened and thought: No... It's already arrived at Puerto Edrow. Do you still want to fight? There are so many people around. If you are beaten up, where will your face go in the future?

"Go and get me some water!"

Berno was stunned, then reflected with some joy and hurriedly ran to the direction of the magic coffee machine in the corner of the lounge.

"Why are you so happy? The skin is tight again?"

Hearing the fat man's muttering, the instinct of Berno, who had just turned around, stag.

The fat man raised his head, and his eyes were mixed with a little loss and confusion. Looking carefully, there was still a faint panic in his white eyes.

That day's conversation with Yan and the last few people brought a vital message to the fat man, that is, the thirteenth original life created by the annihilation energy has entered the world of the universe from Zhouyu, and his only goal is himself.

Ma Le Gobi!

At the thought of this, the fat man's head buzzed, as if countless flies kept wandering around his head, disturbing his mind.

That's the same level of opponent as Gabb. According to Gabb, the mysterious guy doesn't even have to appear on this planet. As long as he hooks his finger in this distant universe 108,000 miles away, the planet will be finished, and he won't even have any scum left.

In the face of such a powerful opponent, the fat man feels that eating and waiting for death is the only choice. It is not a level of competition at all. What's the effort? How hard you practice can't be this kind of perverted opponent. I have never heard that ants can beat an elephant down.

If it hadn't been for the sworn guarantee that the rules of the universe would never allow such a thing to happen, the fat man would have broken the idea of resistance.

Mother, the fat man is now full of praying that Gagarbu and other 12 original living bodies can get rid of that guy before he comes here. In this way, he doesn't have to live in fear every day.

However, he also knows that this idea is still a little unrealistic. It can secretly break through here from the world of Zhouyu under these unprepared circumstances. It doesn't look like a good stubble. Although he doesn't know what the energy layer of the two worlds is like, he can guess it with his butt/eye. Maybe it's like a hymen, right? If it was really that easy, wouldn't people from the two worlds have fought long ago?

"Hey..."

The fat man sighed again, and there was a burst of melancholy in his heart.

Gagab should be very awesome, and his eleven companions should not be able to go anywhere. Since this guy came secretly, it still shows that he is afraid.

Think differently, if you put yourself at that angle, you will definitely take a sneaky way to get rid of the guy who gets in the way. It is absolutely impossible to lose a life. After all, once the original life of the two sides returns to a balanced state, this battle will not be fought.

However, if he really doesn't have any support, how can he dare to take risks alone? Gabe and they can really stop that guy? The fat man doubted this.

"Boss, coffee..." There was obviously a trace of fear in Berno's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly.

After taking over the coffee, the fat man fell into meditation again.

It's not that there is no good news at all. If it is really limited by the rules of the universe as Mu Xue said, even if the sneaky guy can pass through everyone's blockade and transform his split on this planet, I'm afraid it will be greatly weakened in strength.

But the question is, to what extent will that guy's strength be weakened and will it pose a threat to himself? If it's only the strength of level 9 after all, I have Gabb as a helper, what if that guy comes here and becomes level 10? Or just like the legendary martial god Cang Xiaotian, he directly crossed the ten-level mark and reached a higher level. How should I deal with him?

These accidents have to be taken into account! Who knows what other moths will appear on the way.

"Hey..."

picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. The slightly bitter taste broke into the tip of the tongue, and the fat man's mood was like this cup of coffee, and the bitterness became stronger and stronger.

"Fat, let's go, it's time to board the boat!" Josue said lightly.

Ye Fei raised his head, watched the crowd at the entrance gradually become crowded, and slowly stood up.

"Go home!"