Check in to the Douluo Continent Chapter 1563: 1 starting round, 1 flick

She blinked, looked at Wang Feng with charming eyes, and said with a smirk: "Oh, the master is too smart, this is really not a good thing for me. That's right..."

"After I was created, Hell Lord connected me to this chaotic world, and then she found that after this chaotic world was connected to me, it became more chaotic. The awakening of the chaotic world together will also cost a huge price. Because there has never been a precedent for killing a god, directly connecting with a world, or the chaotic world."

The woman withdrew her smile, and her expression suddenly became extremely dignified.

The expression is even more cold, and I feel that I have changed from a charming and moving demon girl to a peerless fairy sitting high above the nine heavens.

This sudden shift in style is so natural to her.

Enough to make any opposite **** have endless desire to conquer.

"Hmph, don't think that you have broken through the chaos and become the master of eternal slaughter of gods, and you can make me, Yan Mengyao, surrender to you."

The woman raised her chin slightly, with a proud expression, and looked at Wang Feng with a bit of contempt in her eyes, "That's impossible!"

“…”

Wang Feng looked at her.

Silence.

From the change of temperament and style, to the change of tone, demeanor, and at the same time.

It can be said to be true to the extreme.

Even if you know it's fake, you don't know it.

"Yan Mengyao, what name did the Hell Lord give you?" Wang Feng didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

"Bold! How exists the Lord of Hell, how can you call it directly!" Yan Mengyao's eyes were slightly enlarged, and her voice was like thunder, full of momentum, "Why, do you think Yan Mengyao's name is not good? What? You are disrespecting the Hell Lord!"

Her beautiful face was full of anger, her legs trembled slightly, and the peaks rose and fell in an exaggerated arc.

The green gauze seemed to crack at any time.

"What is the Hell Lord like?" Wang Feng glanced at Yan Mengyao and continued to ask.

Hearing this, Yan Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wang Feng with a shocked expression, "I didn't expect you to have an idea for the Hell Lord? You...you..."

After you had been around for a long time, Yan Mengyao's momentum suddenly plummeted, her cold temperament and aloof expression collapsed, and then she let out a very seductive laugh: "But Mengyao was too surprised... Well then... hee hee... "

Wang Feng thought, what memory and soul was injected into this inflatable doll by the Hell Lord?

Almost every woman Wang Feng can imagine, she can become lifelike.

From loli to queen, from fairy to witch...

Soon, Yan Mengyao changed again.

"Actually, when Hell Lord injected soul into the slave family, he washed away some memories about her appearance and some memories. It's just... Hee hee, Hell Lord probably doesn't fully understand that she planned to create the eternal slaying of gods. , what exists."

Yan Mengyao suddenly leaned over to Wang Feng's ear, and said softly, "When the Hell Lord injected memory into the slave family, Mengyao, a soul was born, and at that time I already understood and knew the Hell Lord. ."

"Then you are very powerful." Wang Feng was as motionless as a mountain.

As long as I thought she was a blow-up doll, she wouldn't be a real life. Wang Feng thought calmly.

Having experienced chaos and darkness, Wang Feng believes that he cannot be easily tempted!

"Yeah, that's how it is."

After Yan Mengyao finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed.

She had a faint smile on her face.

This kind of smile is not flattering, not cold, not soft.

With Yan Mengyao's tragically beautiful face, there is only one feeling.

Void.

"Emperor, I haven't seen you for many years, you really didn't disappoint the deity." In this emptiness, Yan Mengyao's voice sounded softly.

Like the echoes separated by billions of light-years, Wang Feng's memory seemed to return to the past in an instant.

This is a voice that can be convincing in the slightest.

Also with an unmistakable clang. 61 Library

It also contains an unparalleled majesty.

Yan Mengyao stood there, like a dream, but like a universe, unpredictable.

'This is the Hell Lord? How much did this woman imitate? ’

Wang Feng's mind was slightly turbulent.

"Oh, the Hell Lord is amazing. With Mengyao's current ability, he can only imitate six or seven similarities." Yan Mengyao said angrily, and then used a shy and timid, like a frightened little boy. Facing the wolf-like expression, the rabbit said timidly, "Master, you won't punish me, will you?"

"If you are punished, but... be gentle, otherwise Mengyao will be easily broken..."

“…”

It's just the function of the inflatable doll, calm, calm.

Wang Feng seemed to think of something, he walked to Yan Mengyao, stretched out his old fingers, and pointed at Yan Mengyao.

Yan Mengyao didn't show any surprise or surprise either, as if she had been caught by the big bad wolf and pressed down on the little rabbit who was about to eat, and subconsciously began to cry.

Until being pointed by Wang Fengyi, it is continuous in three positions: neck, back, waist.

In an instant, Yan Mengyao was like a swan with an arrow, his body first froze, and then he let out a scream.

The lament this time was by no means acted, but real.

"Ah~! Lord... Lord... what have you done to me?"

Yan Mengyao was pale and crouched on the ground.

There is extreme shock in his eyes.

Her body, she understands.

Perfect, even more perfect than the devil's body!

It was made by refining hundreds of millions of materials from the heavens and the world!

And the opponent's three fingers do not mean any energy attack.

Just a little bit.

How could she be in such severe pain?

"When your body was built, although it was perfect, it's a pity that there are hundreds of millions of these materials. Even if the person who built your body has completely avoided the conflict of most materials, it's a pity There are several kinds of materials that have undergone evolution and refining, and there will still be conflicts, and they are changing conflicts. When your body changes~IndoMTL.com~ For example, when you speak, there will be subtle conflicts."

Wang Feng's eyes twinkled.

In the pupil of the eyes, a triangular prism is reflected, the origin of Hongmeng.

Wang Feng stretched out a finger and said lightly, "I'm warning you, don't play with fire with your master. Otherwise, next time it won't be this simple pain."

Yan Mengyao is the eternal god-killer. Although Wang Feng now understands the cause and effect, there are still many puzzles in his heart.

This inflatable doll always comes in this set, constantly changing its temperament and tempting herself.

He has the origin of Hongmeng, even if the opponent is Eternal God Killing, but it is only the Eternal God Killing Artifact Spirit.

It is not very difficult for him to parse a small part.

Yan Mengyao's expression changed, she finally sighed, and then looked at Wang Feng's outstretched fingers, suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked her ears, and then said solemnly:

"Okay, Master, what else do you want to ask?"

"..." Wang Feng.

He glanced at Yan Mengyao lightly, wiped his wet fingers on Yan Mengyao's dress, and asked calmly:

"How long has it been?"

"Chaos world? Although there is no time rule in the chaos world, Eternal God Killer has been recording the time, calculated in normal time... There is about one initial round. Oh, the master should not know. There are 10,000 at the beginning. Eight hundred years, one beginning wheel, that is, 129,600 years. This is a divine catastrophe. However, in a chaotic world without time rules, this number has no meaning."

"How long has it been since the outside world?"

"Outside? Dark Demon Realm?"

Yan Mengyao thought about it for a while, then spit out a few words with a smile: "Flick the finger."

Wang Feng's heart surged.