DipNovel Chapter 421 We should go
Chapter 421 We should go
Chapter 421 We should go
Gradually, scattered Welsh people rushed out of the smoke.
When they saw Yang, their first reaction was to rush forward and prepare to tear him to pieces, and most of the Weir people ended up being turned into pieces without accident.
……
Yang enjoys the sudden transformation from grandson to grandpa.
A few ten minutes ago, he saw more than five low-level Welsh fighters surrounding him, and the only thing he could do was to sneak and run.
But now he was dealing with these guys like a father beating his son. Although he couldn't do it as easily as the other Luo, it was already a terrifying improvement for him.
……
"boom!"
Yang hit the helmet visor of a Welshman on the ground with his fist, smashing its skull into pieces.
If it was placed before, he might break off the helmet to see the true faces of these guys before the Weil's limbs decompose, but Yang has already seen the face of the guy in black armor. With a general understanding of his appearance, he was not too surprised.
He simply sent the Welsh to meet the god of their civilization.
……
After beating, Yang found that except for the first Weir who rushed up, who was in white armor, all the others seemed to be of the lowest level.
"anyway……"
Yang thought about it.
He glanced around.
"That guy..."
Yang is looking for Luo's figure, the middle-aged version of Luo.
Just as he was looking around, a familiar voice came faintly from behind Yang.
"The new hairstyle is nice."
"Fuck!"
Yang was taken aback by the sudden sound.
Because his vigilance and highly sensitive perception system have confirmed that there is no one behind him, but now this guy is really standing behind him, like a ghost.
His conditioned reflex directly backhanded and punched him.
"collapse!"
Yang felt that his fist hit some kind of weird object, not to mention hard, but he took all the strength out of his hand in an instant!
And when he wanted to withdraw his arm again, he found that his fist seemed to be clamped tightly by iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all!
Yang was surprised.
He was surprised that after his combat power had been improved so frightfully, there was still such a big gap between him and the opponent.
But he wasn't alarmed.
Because this guy in front of him is Luo, the middle-aged version of himself.
"Hey, you can be careful, if you hurt me, it won't be good if you leave the root of your disease."
Yang pouted and said.
And now the middle-aged and elderly Luo standing in front of him was still wearing that black cloak.
It's just that the edge of the cloak has been pierced a lot at this moment.
It looks tattered.
"Sure enough, not all protagonists can have such an awesome cloak as Da Chao."
Yang muttered softly.
Then he raised his voice and said to Luo: "Speaking of which, can you let go of my hand, so that it won't be good if you keep holding it in case those aliens misunderstand something."
Luo guessed that he was too lazy to gossip with Yang, so he let go of his hand directly.
"The improvement is good."
He said something lightly.
"Sigh, it's still far behind your old man." Yang waved his hand.
"That is." Luo nodded bluntly in agreement.
"..."
Yang rolled his eyes.
He stroked his head.
It was only then that I discovered that the reason why Luo said "the new hairstyle is nice" in the first sentence when they met was because he had a bald head at the moment.
After the limbs were decomposed in a large area, Yang's scalp was naturally reduced to ashes, and even his entire face was gone. After recovering, the hair follicles on Yang's skin naturally regenerated, but the problem was that the growth of hair cannot be repaired, they take time to slowly generate...
So now Yang's head is bare.
Not a single hair.
"Damn it, the thing I hate the most in my life is the bald head!"
Those faces flashed across Yang's mind, Harvey, and the Weir in black armor who tortured him to death not long ago.
"Me too." Luo lightly agreed.
"Forget it, the president will be back." Yang waved his hand.
But soon he asked Luo again: "Is the president back?"
"Yes, yes." Luo nodded.
"That's good, I don't want to be bald at a young age." Yang shrugged.
Then he touched his eyebrows, eyelashes, and even tapped his nostrils to check if his nose hairs were still there...
"Don't buckle it, it will grow back soon after a while." Luo said coldly.
"Okay." Yang nodded.
"Then, what should we do next? You have dealt with all the high-level Will people here?" He asked Luo.
"Yeah." Luo nodded.
Yang subconsciously took a breath.
Then he muttered: "Awesome..."
If I remember correctly, there were at least a few hundred Welsh fighters gathered here at the beginning, plus the support from the flying ship later, the number was at least a thousand or more.
Among them, high-level ones such as white armor accounted for at least one-third.
And now look at the messy and deserted scene around you.
Luo wiped everything out by himself?
This is no longer a ruthless person, this is a fucking werewolf.
……
"Don't waste time, our trip ends here."
Luo said to Yang.
"What do you mean?" Yang blinked.
"I have done everything I should do, and you have done all the things you should do. After all, this time point is not the world we should exist in. We have to go back." Luo said flatly.
When he said this, he didn't look at Yang, but said to the gunpowder on the other side: "He hasn't realized his ability at all yet, so you have to take him back."
"Uh, wait, who are you talking to? I'm standing here." Yang waved at Luo.
However, at this moment, another voice sounded in his ear: "You are right."
"Fuck, who!"
He subconsciously turned around.
But he found that he couldn't identify the position of the speaker from the sound just now!
And that voice was very familiar to him.
It's Zhou Wen!
"I'm a bit confused."
Yang narrowed his eyes.
"It's a bit confusing. I've been confused for decades." Luo waved his hand and said.
"Let's go back to our respective homes. The troubles here have to be handled by us here." Luo pointed to the sky.
At this moment, the huge flying object covering the outside of the atmosphere began to press down!
In an instant, all objects within the field of vision were distorted...
……
(End of this chapter)