Chapter 181: Didala [Various requirements]

The dry persimmon's face was full of emotion, if he could have kept his hands

if it was not clean, he would have been away from the sky, let alone join the

"Xiao" organization like this.

The huge fist was clenched tightly, but in the end, it still couldn't help but

get rid of it. The self-mockery on the thick face was clearer, and the

subconsciously touched the scar on the face. Although it had completely

disappeared after many years, it still remained. Some traces.

It is precisely because of this that the dried persimmon ghost trains himself

more madly, dreaming that one day, if he will not surpass dustless, at least

he will have a fight with him. Now it seems that the original gap was not only

not Shrinking, but actually expanding a lot.

"Sure enough, that man is as dangerous and mysterious as the mask man."

After hearing the words, Yu Zhibo Itachi screamed with turbulent waves, his

face was unnatural, his expression was abnormally heavy, how he knew the

strength of the dried persimmon ghost, and how deep he was that he could beat

his dust-free power, even himself No dust on the ground, I'm afraid it's like

a stone entering the sea, and it can't splash much ripples.

"What the ** did the outside world acknowledge in the years after his

death?"

Looking up slightly, looking at the straight beam of light that has not yet

dissipated, Uchiha Itachi bowed his head and pondered. He really couldn't

figure out what Dust had been planning a few years ago.

But one thing is worth acknowledging. In the years when the dustless secret

disappeared, absolutely unknown things were being done.

"My so-called big brother, what are you doing and what are your plans?"

Putting the uneasy heart down, Uchiha Itachi is more obsessed with dust-free

than ever before, ignoring the void in front of his eyes, and then losing his

trace, and passing in the direction of disappearing before dust-free.

"If they turn my brothers into my timeless artwork"

Seeing that Uchiha Dustless and Uchiha Itachi disappeared, Xiao Nan and dried

persimmon ghosts also disappeared. Only the scorpion of the red sand that was

shining with his eyes remained quietly. He could see with his own eyes the

power of Dust and Itachi. If you do it, the combat power will definitely

double.

When the heart was hot, the fiery look of the red sand scorpion suddenly

became rigid, and the heart became cold. A Uchiha Itachi is a very tough and

tough opponent, if it is coupled with dustlessness.

For some reason, the Scorpion of the Red Sand suddenly felt that if the two

brothers would cooperate with each other, the whole world would be theirs!

In the empty lobby, you can clearly see the iron giants with countless ghost

eyes and fangs, and their faces are terrible, as terrible as evil spirits, and

it feels like a demon from hell.

The five figures stood side by side, and Wu Chen, who had arrived earlier,

stood in the middle. It seemed to be waiting for someone to come quietly.

"coming!"

With the dustless words falling, members of Xiao organization opened their eye

masks and looked forward to looking at the immature figures in the distance,

especially the scorpion of the red sand, but they saw the shadow of that child

The old face collapsed immediately.

"What a joke, that kind of kid to team with me ?!"

Roaring with shame and anger, the red scorpion's eyeballs immediately gloomed,

and everyone including Dustless and Xiao Nan frowned without traces.

auzw.com Although Yu Zhibo Itachi is only thirteen and a half years old, at

least it seems to have matured completely and the childlike heart has faded,

but the oncoming imp is obviously a bouncing, to People feel obviously not

growing up.

"Be calm, don't be frustrated, people can't look, and seawater can't be

weighed. Look at it first."

Gently glanced at the red sand scorpion beside him, and said quietly and

calmly, especially the radiant light emitted by the eyes like hawk's eyes.

Lima let the red sand scorpion close his throat when he mentioned it.

"This guy feels scary."

The light in the corner of his eyes looked at Dustlessly. The scorpion of the

red sand scorpion's heart was heavy. Some people, even if strong, would have a

fixed boundary. Dustlessness felt to him like there was no restraint. There is

no such thing as a boundary.

"I want to see what makes him different."

The cold eyes lifted up, and the scorpion of the red sand gazed at the front

in a haze, the owner of the little boy with blond hair, this child coincides

with the appearance in the information, obviously he is the so-called Didara.

Soon the short, immature body stepped into the hall.

"Who are you, and who made you set foot here without my permission?"

Didala looked at unknown strangers who had never seen him before, frowning

slightly, and then said ruthlessly. These people were wearing the same

clothes, obviously belonging to a force, remembering what they had done in

recent years, Didala's eyes were even more murderous. Because he accepted many

terrorist attacks and offended many people, these people may not be hired

killers.

"Who sent you here, tell me, or you wouldn't want to come out here alive."

Badly watching Wu Chen and the other five people, Didala's pupils were cold,

and at the same time, a few white animals, strange spider-like creatures with

many long legs, could be seen in his hands.

However, Wu Chen and the other five looked at this kid with ridicule.

"This kid doesn't seem to understand the situation."

The dried persimmon ghost stared at the murderous Didala, and said extremely

fiercely, then immediately looked at the explosive clay in Dilada's hand, and

frowned.

"At first glance, this boy looks like the kind of premature death. I really

don't know what the leader saw when he was outstanding."

The Scorpion of the Red Sand looked at Didala disdainfully, smirking all over

his face, only to think that the boy was funny and there was nothing special

about it.

In particular, the white spider made of detonated clay in Didala ’s hands.

Those ridiculous things like toys made the red sand scorpion snort. Didala was

already divided into children who had not grown up.

Only ordinary children can pinch such toys.

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