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”You've lost.”

Yu Zhi Boju's indifferent words made Didala angry. He said in a loud voice, ”you are bound by my Ninja now. Now I will let you know my art is powerful.”

He said, lifting with one hand, he was about to detonate his clay bomb.

Yuzhi Boju's expression did not change, and even his eyes did not flicker. ”I advise you to take a good look at your appearance first. If it really detonates, you will not even have the chance to regret.”

”Ah?” Didala was puzzled. Her eyes were attracted by the three gouyu of the weasel's eyes. In an instant, it seemed that the dream was broken and everything was back to reality. A strong sense of bondage came, and the white clay centipede actually appeared on himself.

”What?” Didala was shocked, and a cold sweat appeared on his body. If he had just detonated ninja, the consequences would be

”It's dangerous. He almost blew himself up.” Ghost shark sighed, but the tone of how to listen to the meaning of schadenfreude.

”But this is the writing lunyan of the yuzhibo clan. It is as powerful as the imagination.”

”This guy is really an early death. I think we should look for his successor in advance, so as not to make another trip after his sudden death.”

The conversation between the two completely took Didala as the air, without any meaning of caring about his feelings.

But Didala didn't argue with them at the moment. Instead, his eyes were gloomy and said, ”is magic? When is it?”

”Of course, at the beginning, the moment you see that pair of writing wheel eyes, you are already in the illusion. Although it is the first time that I have met with weasel sang today, I still know something about writing lunyan

The answer for him is ghost shark, the corner of his mouth has a faint smile, but unfortunately with his face, there is a trace of ferocity in it.

Suddenly, the golden light came from the gap in the wall. Didala subconsciously closed his eyes, but then he looked there.

Yu Zhi Boju was in the golden light and looked at him without expression. The blood red color of the wheel eye slowly rotated. It was strange and strange. With the light behind it, there was a sense of holiness.

Didala looked at this scene dully, and the blank appeared in his mind in an instant. The strange eye of writing wheel reflected in his eyes, ”how beautiful It's just art... ”

The clay centipede fell to the ground at this time, paralyzed into a ball. Didala gritted his teeth, lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hand and said, ”Damn it, I'm fascinated by other people's abilities. Is that art? No, I don't agree with it. Art is explosion. Only my works are real art

At this time, the weasel turned and walked out. The three hook jade in his eyes disappeared in the rotation, without saying another word.

The scorpion also manipulated the puppet shell to go out. Only the ghost shark chuckled at Didala when he turned around and said, ”yellow haired kid, remember your agreement, keep up with me.”

Looking at the back of the three people turning away, Didala clenched his teeth and clenched his fist. But after a little hesitation, he still followed quickly.

He still has the most basic Ninja ethics.