Several selected feather warriors carefully checked Lao Li's condition and confirmed that he was really in a coma. Then they removed Longhuo Liuyun and carried the old hooligan who was tied back to the Yu tribe's army.

After a while, thousands of feather warriors emerged out of thin air in several directions around. The task of capturing Lao Li has been completed, and there is no need for them to hide behind the sky.

"By the way..." Meisenwell, who had been tidying up the army and was about to retreat, suddenly pointed at the little gorilla who had fallen to the ground and pretended to be unconscious: "Go to me, kill that little King Kong. Today's matter cannot be left to live."

After hearing this, the gourd baby, who was unconscious on the ground, jumped out of the pit that he had smashed out of the earth. The little gorilla on the ground said nothing, and decided to be in one direction, running wildly like a desperate situation...

The conceit on the face of the Grand Duke of Birdman completely solidified at this moment, and the fingers pointing to the Cauldron were trembling slightly.

Seeing this, the guards on the side selected two feather warriors flying behind him with dark faces and twitching at the corners of their mouths: "You two, chase after you and kill this treacherous little thing..."

"Forget it." Meisenwell restrained his previous disobedience: "Let's go, leave, anyway, the Vajra clan will sooner or later become our slaves."

"Yes, sir!" The guards received the order and said no more.

After seeing that things did not change, the Grand Duke of Birdman finally settled down and shouted to the thousands of Birdman soldiers of the Green Dam Legion: "Return to the teleportation array in the heaven!"

The birds immediately took the order, raised their heads with great confidence, and flapped their wings behind them...

A voice suddenly came from the Birdman Army: "I'll wipe Lismida!"

"Who?" Meisenwell looked at the two adjutants behind him with a wonderful expression: "Who is talking?"

"Report!" A tall birdman warrior immediately stepped out and reported to the Grand Duke of the Feather Clan with a puzzled look on his face: "Sir, it's the voice made by the prisoner!"

"Aren't he fainted?" Meisenwell's adjutant rushed forward and asked the question that the Duke of Birdman wanted to ask. The Duke of Birdman nodded to the adjutant with satisfaction. When the adjutant saw that he was affirmed by his immediate superior, he seemed to feel that his bones were much lighter at this moment.

"I don't know, but the sound was indeed coming from him!" The feather warrior replied truthfully.

"I'll wipe Lismida!" This voice came from the military formation again, but this time everyone noticed the source of the sound, and it was indeed Lao Li in a coma.

"Hiss~" Meisenwell took a breath: "Does this guy like to talk to his sleep?"

This time, the sound from Lao Li changed a different smell: "I'm in a bad mood, walk the birds."

"Check it out, what's going on with this guy." The Grand Duke of Birdman twitched his eyes and shouted: "Thousands of people, let a prisoner play around and see what you look like! Are there any enlightenment of the elite feather tribe?"

After hearing this, the two adjutants beside Meisenwell looked shy. They personally checked the unconscious old hooligan, touched it for a while, and finally found a small chrysanthemum under Lao Li's clothes, and then respectfully handed it to the hands of the Grand Duke of the Feather Clan.

"Haha, what do I think!" Meisenwell looked at the chrysanthemum in his hand and said with a smile: "This is a very rare plant-based monster. You like to imitate others' words. Don't be surprised..."

The Guangding Brown Ju in the hands of the Grand Duke of Birdman suddenly said, "It's a big surprise! If you can eat the shit you pulled out, I might force you to fulfill your wishes and pretend to be surprised to give you a taste of it!"

After hearing this moment, the feather soldiers turned dark as ink...

Guangding Brown Ju, who had been silent around Lao Li for a long time, finally showed his own strengths today while the old hooligan was in a coma. From a certain perspective, it seemed that compared to Lao Li, it seemed to be more destined to be with the feather tribe.

"This is because its owner is of poor quality and keeps teaching it to swear words, so it says these things, cough..." Meisenwell explained to the bird people around him a little unnaturally: "But this little thing seems to be very lively and clever. Maybe it will remember some secrets of those elves, and we want to keep it..."

At this moment, Guangding Plum Ju imitated the words that the cult leader Paul said to the old hooligan who inquired about his privacy last time in the hemolytic volcano: "No one can tell!"

The suffocating silence spread in the feather army, like a mountain, pressing on everyone's heads. Meisenwell smoked in his seven orifices and rubbed the little chrysanthemum in his hand into a ball, and threw it back to the adjutant's hand: "Look at it and deal with it!"

"Go back to the military camp!" The Grand Duke of Birdman finally issued an order to withdraw his troops, but his tone exuded a strong sense of irritability.

The adjutant twitched his eyebrows and looked at the Guangding Brown Apricot in his hand. Some strange thoughts surged in his heart. This is not a chrysanthemum, this is a giant dragon, this is not a chrysanthemum, this is a giant dragon...

"I'll wipe Lismida!" The little chrysanthemum that was rubbed into a ball was very tenacious. It never had the habit of bowing to evil forces.

The adjutant holding the chrysanthemum in his hand shivered. He immediately gritted his teeth and stuffed Guangding brown anus back into Lao Li's chest.

The old hooligan in the coma knew that his current situation was not very good, but he could not get rid of the constraints brought to him by the coma.

Theoretically, Lao Li had taken Titan Tears. This magical object that should have brought him unrivaled magic and fighting spirit, but under the strange physique of the old gangster, turned into his mental power. Although this result was not something Lao Li was happy to see, his current huge mental power was a real super pervert.

In other words, not long ago, the spiritual impact of tens of thousands of elite troops of the Feather Clan Green Dam Legion could make the three-headed King Kong bleed and coma in the seven orifices, but it could only make Lao Li feel a little dizzy, which already shows his pervert.

The real reason why the old hooligan fell into a coma at the moment was not the spiritual impact of thousands of elite feather tribes, but the hidden truth.

Now Old Li is floating in a cloud of gray mist with great tangle, and he is very anxious.

Not far away, a half-man and half-horse monster with blue and purple flames burning all over her body held a black death scythe and said to the old hooligan with a proud look on his face: "Welcome back, Tolstoy, do you know how long I have been waiting for this moment since the last time I parted?"

Old Li burst into tears: "My grass, brother, can't you jump out later?"

"No!" He swung the nightmare of the God of Death scythe and rushed towards Lao Li, and his tone was very excited: "I can't wait!"

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Regarding the voting in the book review area, everyone seems to be very interested in some mysterious profession...
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