Fengxuan smiled and shook his head. The virtue of left-handedness was indeed far from refined, but Fengxuan still snapped his fingers and lit the pile of minced meat.
Later, Zuo Dao picked out the mirror-faced mask with his bare hands from the pile of ashes that was still warm. Although it was burned and screamed, it could not dispel his determination to eradicate the root cause.
Zuo Dao laid the mirror-faced mask flat on the ground and started jumping and stomping on it. Unexpectedly, he kept doing this for more than a minute and still couldn't break it.
"Asshole, can pure alloy be made into a mirror?" Zuo Dao said angrily.
"My entire body has been reduced to ashes, why are you insisting on destroying this mask?" Fengxuan smiled and said, "Can he still be resurrected through the mask?"
"Have you seen Friday the 13th?" Zuo Dao asked.
"Which episode is it? It seems that this thing has been filmed for more than thirty episodes, right? And the producers stopped naming the sequels with numbers a long time ago, giving people the impression that they themselves are a little uncomfortable because they filmed so many episodes. It feels good." Fengxuan replied.
"Which episode? In any episode, the mask is his true body!" Zuo Dao said confidently while still stepping on the mirror mask.
"The mask is the body, so what is the machete..." Fengxuan seemed to like to argue with Zuo Dao: "I say, forget it. If his clothes are made of special materials, then the mask must also be specially made. Mine How can a material that cannot be burned by fire be crushed by your feet?"
"His nickname is Mirror Face. How can I rest assured if I don't destroy this mask?" Zuo Dao squatted down, attached the magic weapon to his hand like a kitchen knife, and chopped at the mask again and again, but there was still no crack. .
"Hey...that's it...you still call yourself a Taoist..." Fengxuan sighed.
On the other side, the Blood Owl looked at Gambling Snake and asked: "So, no monsters or others have broken into the battlefield so far. Is it because you blocked them all outside?"
Gambling Snake replied: "If the others you are talking about refer to humans... Except for us, there is no one nearby who dares to come and intervene." He raised his head, his eyes seemed to be observing something, "As for the mutated monsters, when you fight There are many outside the range, and out of the most primitive instinct of creatures, they stay away from you and the mirror face, and do not dare to cross the threshold."
"Hmph...can you even guess what's going on in the monster's mind?" The blood owl sneered.
"Isn't this strange? Would a gazelle approach a fighting lion? Would a lion approach a fighting dragon? Humans are also a kind of creature. My instinct also tells me not to get close to your battlefield. You and Mirror Face They are no longer beasts, but ghosts and gods. As long as they are alive, any creature that can feel your presence will not be happy to come close." Gambling Snake said coldly.
"You are a very humble person." Xue Xiao said. He could not feel any signs of lying from Gambling Snake, and he did not notice any fear or flattery. It can be seen that Gambling Snake was commenting on this matter very objectively. His own strength also has a very clear positioning.
"Two masters!" Zuo Dao came over with a mirror mask. After his tossing, the mask had returned to normal temperature: "Which of you can destroy this?"
The blood owl was already a little annoyed when he heard the noisy voices of Zuo Dao and Feng Xuan's complaints. He snatched the mask with one hand and threw it into the distant sky, and it disappeared...
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Zuo Dao faced in that direction, raised his hands at a 45-degree angle, making a begging gesture: "It's not broken into pieces yet."
"You can go find it and bring it to me, and then I will give you a bone and throw it again." The blood owl said.
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At the same time, the east bank of the city, near the coastline.
"It's such an ugly defeat, Lei Huo. He was beaten like this, and his partner was almost killed." A bald middle-aged man walked up to Lei Huo. Like Dixter, this man was also wearing a free front uniform. Cadres were dressed in a standard black suit. At this moment, he was holding a large stone in his hand. As he spoke, this guy actually brought the stone to his mouth, took a bite like eating fruit, chewed it and swallowed it.
Lei Huo was treating his own wounds at this time. When he heard the objection, he knew who it was. He replied without raising his head: "Do you believe I will throw you into the sea?"
"Haha... Even if you can do it, I won't drown." The other party replied: "Oh, by the way, when it comes to the sea, during the Hell Island incident, you were thrown in like a drowned dog. Was he rescued?"
Lei Huo's wound burst open at that time. He stood up and grabbed the man's collar: "You orangutan's mouth really stinks..."
"Leihuo, sit down." Another voice sounded. It was an old man with white hair and black-rimmed glasses. He had a kind face. He looked very much like an officer who was famous for developing fried chicken.
"King Kong, you'd better shut up, or I'll weld your mouth shut." He said to the man chewing the stone again.
"Mr. Berg, when lightning paralyzed the power plant last time, I said he was unreliable. You see, he messed up again this time." King Kong then took a bite of the stone and complained.
"Those are two different things." Berg said, "The problem with the power plant is the improper handling of thunder and fire. But in what he did just now, there was nothing wrong in what he did, and it is not considered a dereliction of duty." He paused: "Losing is normal. The thing is, there are too many powerful ability users in this world, and the failure of one place at a time does not mean anything."
To others, these words sounded like he was speaking for Lei Huo, but according to Lei Huo's own character, they sounded very harsh. He said unconvincingly: "I will soon find that mirror-faced person to avenge my shame..."
Upon hearing this, King Kong seemed to be mocking him a few more times, but Berg stopped him with his eyes and swallowed the words that came to his lips in a daze.
"Now that the Blood Owl of the Anti-Cross has appeared, it is obviously unwise for us to continue to hunt down Mirror Face and fight for the fragments." Berg brought the topic to the point: "The people in that organization are all madmen, and we have to admit that , they are all very strong, and their activity on the world stage in the past few months has been obvious to all. If we directly conflict with people like Blood Owl, we won’t get any benefits, so we might as well give him the mirror. Yes." He paused at this point: "We can take advantage of this situation to explain to our superiors and cancel the 'hunt' operation.
At this moment, the pollution is getting worse, the harm of mutated organisms is expanding, our wounded are increasing, our combatants are decreasing, and supplies are insufficient... We should have changed our action goals long ago. What we need to solve now is the problem of survival. "