Chapter: 1172

The robe made of flesh and blood flowed slowly on the surface, as if it had melted.

Snapped!

Klein snapped his fingers and set trees thirty or forty meters away on fire.

Under his feet, the weeds that had long been withered and yellow were burned, and flames shot up, enveloping his body.

Mr. A's face, which was already too beautiful to be masculine, suddenly became a bit more feminine. A crystal, cold and weightless ice gun was condensed in his hand, and he threw it at the burning trees tens of meters away.

As soon as Klein jumped out of the pile of flames, a dreamy and transparent spear tip was reflected in his pupils.

The tip of the spear became bigger and clearer, filling his entire eyes.

Klein threw himself sideways, his body covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The transparent gun immediately extinguished the flame, and allowed the thick layer of ice to rapidly spread around, almost enveloping Klein.

Klein, who was in mid-air, suddenly shrank into a ball, half-turned his body, and turned his head downward.

He stretched out his left hand, pressed lightly on the ice layer, and rose into the air again, breaking away from the cold realm, but the surface skin of his palm was frozen at the contact point, and tore off with a sharp sound.

Rolling to his feet, Klein reached into his pocket and pulled out the self-made "Sleep Charm".

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to spit out the opening spell, his nose suddenly itched and he sneezed abruptly.

Ah Choo! Ah Choo! Ah Choo!

He had a headache and brain fever, and even sneezed, unable to fight back at all.

I got sick? Got a disease? As soon as Klein came to a realization, he felt countless silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye coiled over, winding himself into a mummy in a sense.

He is no stranger to similar experiences, and he knows that this is the extraordinary ability of the "Witch of Pleasure".

At the beginning, he relied on the use of spells to make both the enemy and us fall into a deep sleep at the same time, and then he escaped from the control with the help of his own speciality. Now, Mr. A keeps a distance of about 20 meters.

However, Klein was no longer just a "clown", his fingers that could move made a crisp sound!

Suddenly, all the "spider threads" around him were ignited, as if turning into giant torches.

Just as Klein jumped out of the crimson, he started sneezing again, accompanied by a violent cough. Many extraordinary abilities wanted to be used, but they were interrupted by themselves.

At this time, the feminine beauty of Mr. A's face disappeared, and it became a bit more majestic.

He stretched out his right hand and shook it lightly. Klein immediately had the premonition that if he ran away, he would just circle around in place.

Mr. A in a blood-colored robe showed a cruel smile, and a transparent and illusory ancient book appeared in front of him.

Then a misty and lofty voice sounded: "I came, I saw, and I recorded."

Ah Choo! cough! cough!

Klein wanted to evade, but he was powerless. At this moment, he experienced the power of the "Shepherd" like never before. This is indeed the most comprehensive and most flawless Extraordinary under the demigods! Even though he was unprepared and failed to use many mystical items, being suppressed like this and being unable to fight back is enough to explain a lot of problems.

In the barren field in the outskirts, the old butler Finkel was running away quickly.

He had lost his hat, his meticulously combed gray hair hung in a mess, and his clothes were covered in mud.

Huh, huh... He paused for a while, gasped and looked back, and found that there was no one there, and he was a little relieved. JrNovels.com