Chapter 232 (1/2)

Strog is still evaluating the danger of this space, and suddenly changes in front of him.

A ”stick” stretched out from the smoke. There was a net on the head of the stick. The small net pocket circled the bug, and then when it was closed, the fine thread formed by the thick fog was sharper than the knife. It cut the bug into a turbulent flow of energy and disappeared in the air. Can the net formed by dense fog kill energy organisms? Strog looked a little surprised. But from the past experience, it's not impossible. Every virtual space has its own rules. In these spaces, there are only unexpected and impossible things.

”Don't feed insects easily!” A familiar sound appeared in the smoke. A cloud of smoke squeezed through the thick fog and stood in front of strog. This thick fog has eyes and hair. It looks like a middle-aged man with a scepter in his hand. The scepter, like his body, is also a mass of smoke.

Is this not tirathus or who?

But although it became a thick fog, with a smoky statue, this tirathamis has some unusual dignity.

”His highness tirathmis!” Strog was overjoyed.

”Don't feed insects easily! Insects have a common characteristic, that is, they are far more aggressive to the same food than they don't know! If you feed one, it can digest food. If it doesn't die, other insects will attack it. At that time, I'm afraid you can't even run out. ”

”Your Highness! This is not the time to talk about it!... ” Cried strog anxiously. Stroge doesn't know if this is Li Xinyan's body, but Li Xinyan must be in this space. Stroge can track Li Xinyan's consciousness. When he first calls for Li Xinyan's consciousness, he is immediately thrown into this space. Then Li Xinyan must be in this space, and the sniffer on Li Xinyan's arm is still spreading, and there is the madman's consciousness of scorching sun in it, Every night for a moment, I don't know what kind of change it will produce. Now is not the time to reminisce with tiratius!

”What's the hurry?” Cried tiratemis.

”Your Highness?” Strog is a little bit of a monk. In his impression, tiratimus never lost his temper.

”You are all my creations. Do you have no confidence in my design?” Tiratimus was a little annoyed.

As soon as he said this, strog was stunned: ”Your Highness means... Everything is under control?”

”This... Is not quite so.”

”That!” Strog, pressing forward, went to take tiratimus by the arm. ”Your Highness! It's urgent. If something goes wrong with his highness, it's a big deal! ” At the same time, the body of tirathamis was not entity at all. What he caught was smoke. Tiratimus didn't care about his offense. He turned to recover his arm, patted him on the shoulder, and said, ”don't be impatient! Did I only teach you to fight when I created you? Angel Group is not a fighting group

Tirathamis's hand is also made of smoke, but it is strange that the feeling of his hand on strog's shoulder is the same as that of his real arm on his body.