Gatlin's strange firearm is unreasonable, but it has to be admitted that its attack power can despise any attack prop.

The mist does not produce such props, which is the original one at the beginning. Although it is indeed not suitable for use in the mist.

It is heavy, difficult to move, and storage props cannot fit it. Once you choose this, it means limiting your own range of movement to a very small open area, and it also becomes a target for publicity.

Choose it, and live in the fog with the idea of ​​"I don't defend, but I will definitely save myself before killing me."

——It's a cruel person.

Looking at Gatlin's robe, the red-haired witch was flying, Murphy sighed.

This is really a paradise loss.

All of them saw that Murphy's attitude was strange, but he wanted to speak, but he wanted to stop.

Yu Feichen retracted the defense props.

"Know?" he said.

Murphy's head: "But she didn't seem to recognize us."

This is undoubtedly because—at this moment, Gatling's muzzle was slowly moving towards their direction. Looking through, the barrel was covered with pure blackness, as if connecting another world without worries.

Since we know each other, let's say hello. Yu Feichen looked at Murphy indifferently.

Murphy: "Let's go far away, just call her here, and you'll know half a block."

Yu Feichen said calmly: "That painting?"

Murphy: "…"

Murphy knew that he was undoubtedly a paradise god. The three goddesses of wisdom, power, fate, and it is possible.

He believed that none of the entire paradise reads the works of the God of Time and cannot recognize the author.

Windsor let out another suspicious "Koko" laughter.

Finally, Murphy suppressed his desire to grit his teeth and took out a blank piece of painting paper from the storage prop.

Painting is his specialty. Over the years, the main god has gently praised his level of painting. Why did he feel inexplicably humiliated when Yu Feichen said this?

It seems like I was painting it ugly.

With the brush filled with pigment, Murphy wrote a concise sentence on the paper, and introduced himself: "I am painting."

The moment the handwriting fell, the red-haired witch showed up on her lower half of her face, and a silent laugh expression appeared.

Smiling and holding his waist.

Then, she made a gesture to this side.

Murphy frowned: "She asked us to pass it right away, there is something urgent."

As we approached, cheerful music and weird screams came from the circus, and a show was being staged in the open-air performance. At the door, a red-nose clown said to them in an exaggerated tone: "The carnival performance has begun! Welcome to join!"

After saying that, the clown took off his hat and bowed, and white and red pigments fell from his face. He seemed to have not realized it, and sent the guests to the venue with enthusiastic eyes.

In the center of the open-air performance venue is a huge circular stage. The monkey is only wearing a dress and is running around on the stage, following the music performance and drilling into the fire circle.

The audience was packed, and the NPCs were dedicated to cheering and applauding the monkeys.

The place where the red-haired witch is located is the most staircase in the audience. They walked up the stairs on the side, and the audience was still immersed in the performance, none of them turned around.

Anfei looked at the red-haired witch, her expression still faint, without any recognition or familiarity.

Yu Feichen: "Who is she?"

Murphy: "Can you call her Sheena."

Now Lian Bai Song thrusts the corner of his mouth.

Paradise, the three goddesses of wisdom, fate and power. Among them, the goddess of fate has never been announced. The real name of the goddess of power is Artega, and the goddess of wisdom is Shivana.

So, just now, Gatlin held a heavy weapon and sent away the whole five red-haired witches without changing their faces. They were not the goddess of strength, but the goddess of wisdom...?

Before Bai Song could come back from this strange contrast, they came to Xina near.

Murphy's first sentence: "What are you doing?"

The red-haired witch leaned against Gatlin and raised her eyebrows: "Who said it?"

"yes."

Shina patted Gatling, and her tone was proud in her sigh: "I can't hit the rack, I can't use a knife, and I can't aim the gun correctly, so I can only use it. It's so easy to use."

After saying that, she slightly raised the brim of the hat, and under the witch's hat, she showed a pair of olive green eyes. After looking at a line, she stopped on Yu Feichen and looked at it with a slight look: "This is Xiao Yu, and..."

At this moment, two people fell behind Bai Pine and Windsor were talking in a low voice.

"It's another subject." Yu Feichen said, "holding wisdom."

Anfi: "But she doesn't look so wise."

One stood quietly and looked ahead, the other lowered his head slightly and said to him. The posture was a little intimate for some reason, and the voice was extremely low. There was no third one that could be heard, but from the lips, the goddess of wisdom read out something.

From suspicion to conviction, Shina said quietly: "I'm injured."

"Then, Xiaoyu, can you explain it?"

Yu Feichen was slightly puzzled: "Why do you know me too?"

Even if you know the name, you will be particularly tired when you shout "Xiao Yu".

"Did you forget?" Xina sighed, "I am not only in charge of wisdom, but also in charge of our balance number."

Depression, flying, dust.

All evil proletariat!
Chapter completed!