"As a devout believer of my Lord of War, I must hold on and not be defeated by the enemy's attacking strategy. I am the Holy Spirit of the God of War!" The man of the Holy Light Feather tribe let out an roar, and a faint light of faith suddenly burst out. He stood up straight, staring at Little Ville, and suddenly his momentum collapsed.

"Damn it, I'm still so envious!" The man from the Holy Light Feather Clan couldn't help crying.

"I want the semi-artifact suit so much!"

"I want artifact-level construction puppets very much!"

"The fiancée at the peak of the demigod is so wanted!"

"My sister at the peak of the demigod is really wanted!"

"The lover at the peak of the demigod is really wanted!"

Looking at the Holy Light Feather Man kneeling on the ground and punching the ground with his fists, Lilith couldn't help but look at each other. Is this blow a little bit bigger?

"Dull! Press the dignity and everything of a man!" The Holy Light Feather Man stood up, pointing at Little Weir and shouting loudly, regardless of the snot and tears on his face.

"Oh," Little Weir said coldly, "What good thing do you have to compare with me? A semi-artifact set? If there is only one set, it may not work. I have two sets of this thing myself, and there are seven or eight sets of non-sets, and there is one artifact. As for the fiancée, sister, and lover at the peak of the demigod, do you have it too?"

The corners of the Holy Light Feather Clan's mouth squirmed slightly, "I have ninety-nine third-level stone statue puppets, and the key to open the Gemini behind the Gemini."

"That's it." Little Weil, you thought for a moment: "If I bet all of them, you probably don't even have the corresponding chips and can't play at all. Then let's play a little bit, at least it's a little fun, otherwise it's too boring. I'll bet a silver semi-artifact set first. Do you have something worthwhile?"

The Holy Light Feather Man looked at Xiao Weir with gritted teeth and raised a finger in grief: "I am the master, I will first take a third-level stone statue puppet!"

Little Weir smiled and waved his hand indifferently and said, "Since you want to play small, let's play small first. I don't have a third-level garbage in my hand, so I'll bet a semi-artifact casting hammer. Oh, by the way, I'm a peak demigod powerhouse with a variety of attribute fields of earth, ocean, shadow, morning light, storm, thunder, and flame. I'm also an alchemist, alchemist, formation master at the level of demigod. The demigod I've achieved is not just fighting spirit or magic, but a dual-position demigod."

"What are you planning to compete with me?" Little Weir's words made the Holy Light Feather Clan opposite him look ashen.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am still a god-benefiter, the goddess of earth, the goddess of ocean, the goddess of night, the goddess of dawn, the god of beast, the goddess of elf, and some divine skills. Not too many, only one hundred and eighty." Little Vir's despicable expression made the Holy Light Feather Tribe man frightened. He almost competed with him just now.

"By the way, I also have the blood of the elves and dragons. I have received strict aristocratic education, served as a senior executive in a city, presided over the comprehensive construction of more than one territory, and led a large army to participate in the defensive battle against the hell demons." Little Weir kept adding bargaining chips, making the Holy Light Feather Man look ugly.

"By, compare rock-scissors!" The man of the Holy Light Feather Clan thought for a long time, and finally he could only think of this.

Little Weir said "cut" disdainfully, "My armor-making, stick-making, painting, carving, planting, identification, etc. have not yet been mentioned, I am just waiting for you to challenge these oddities. Who knows you actually..."

"Hehe" The corners of the Holy Light Feather Clan's mouth twitched slightly, and there was only one meaning in his eyes: Are you a monster?

Under the God of War, my great master, what kind of monster did you put in? The game field you set up is not the place where we play with them, but where they play with me.

However, Shushock has always been a mainstream game under the God of War. In this regard, I will never lose. I am the little prince of Shushock who is known as unbeaten in battle!

"This kind of childish game is too harmful to my image. Caroline, you play with him. It doesn't matter if you lose. If you lose, you can just grab it back later. Robbery is also part of the war, right?" Little Weir's words made the Holy Light Language man look black. This sentence should be for me. Don't go too far, you bastard, do you think you understand war better than me?

However, using strong attacks on the weak is the norm in war. The Holy Light Feather Man is really very weak in the face of Little Weir, but the timid little girl on the opposite side, haha, arrogant, you just wait to ask for leave on the spot.

Robbing me?

Haha, as the home staff here, I am also a part-time referee, how could you have played with me?

"Scissors, stone, cloth!" Caroline and the Holy Light Feather Man were very synchronized, and both fists appeared at the same time.

"Little girl, it's not bad. She didn't lose. You are proud to be able to tie the Holy Spirit under the crown of the God of War in the first round. However, your good luck has ended here, scissors, stone, cloth!" The man of the Holy Light Feather tribe looked at the cloth opposite, looked at his cloth again, and his mouth twitched slightly. The psychological tactics were not successful?

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

"Scissors, stones, cloth!"

Once is a coincidence, two times are coincidences. There is definitely a problem with the same ten times and eight times in a row. Is the ability to imitate?

"The halo of war, open!" The man from the Holy Light Feather Clan directly activated the special magic aura of the God of War, and was immune to most extraordinary side effects of the third-level group magic.

A faint arc appeared on the corner of Little Will's mouth: "Carolyn, stop playing, you have almost touched that idiot's background, so end it quickly."

"Scissors, stone, cloth!" The man of the Holy Light Feather Clan was defeated!

"Come again! This time I will bet two stone statue puppets!"

"Come again! This time I will bet four stone statue puppets!"

"Come again! This time I will bet eight stone statue puppets!"

...

"Come again! I'll bet this time..."

"Well, you no longer have stone statue puppets. You still owe me two stone statue puppets just now." Caroline reminded timidly. The man from the Holy Light Feather tribe turned around and saw that there was nothing behind him, and there was a lot of stone statue puppets standing behind Caroline.

What's going on? Am I dreaming?

A cool breeze blew, and the Holy Light Feather Man suddenly woke up with a sudden sensation.

I just got up to it again?!

No, I can't be at this time? You must know that you have always been in a special battlefield arranged under the God of War crown, so this is impossible to be in this state?

Moreover, I have clearly turned on the halo of war, and all negative effects have been blocked.

"Don't think too much. This is not an attack or a negative state, but an inspirational magic technique belonging to the beast god. Haven't you found yourself brave and energetic? "Little Weir's words seemed to be a bolt from the blue, making the Holy Light Feather Clan man dizzy.

When a gambler loses wildly, you will be able to help others with the magical power of blessing and inspiration. He is really afraid that he will not lose his money.

"I also have the holy weapon of war given by the God of War!"

"I also have the war suit given by the God of War!"

"I still have..."

"I, I, I have only one life left!"

Little Weir looked at a token and a map in his hand, with a smile on his face. After hearing the words of the Holy Light Feather Man, he waved his hand and said, "Sorry, we are good people who abide by the law and never do dirty things about human trafficking. Moreover, you, a big man, are not worth much money."

"You, you..." The man from the Holy Light Feather tribe pointed at Little Weir and was trembling all over. Just your appearance of killing someone is not worthy of your life, would he be a good citizen?

And if you don’t sell humans, how do you know I’m not worth it?

Ah! My great man from the Holy Light Feather Clan, you actually said I am not worth it? You should know how many people are proud of having a slave of the Holy Light Feather Clan, but they cannot ask for it. My proud Holy Light Feather Clan will never be a slave.

Wait, if I am not a slave, I can’t use myself to mortgage it. Without collateral, how should I turn the book?
Chapter completed!