Then began the exciting and highly anticipated Tutu Competition.

In Atlanta, a large number of people have gathered in the streets and alleys at this moment.

They gathered not because today was a festival, but to oppose the tyranny of King Onishi.

That's right, as soon as the Anti-Daishi King Consciousness Act came into being, it was recognized by hundreds of millions of people in Magic as the most infringing upon human rights and freedoms and the most absurd and vicious tyranny in this century.

The so-called "defending the people's mouth" is better than guarding the river.

How is it possible to silence everyone with a mere unjust bill?

You need to know that they, the white Americans, are the most racially and bloody nation in the world, and they will never give in so easily.

Hey! Let the King of the West, who is hiding in the Demon Palace and deserves to have his butt kicked hard by leather boots, see their will and strength!

Driven by this intense emotion, people all waved the small flags of Morijian in their hands, sang the song of Morijian loudly, and started another anti-Daxi King Daju march with great enthusiasm.

Among this crowd, there were quite a few young people holding their mobile phones high, taking videos and talking.

Obviously, they are conducting a live broadcast on the Internet, or taking photos and videos to record the live action of Da Ju.

What is quite interesting is that except for these young people, no formal media participated in the filming.

Because they had already been tightly covered by Mo Lijian's government and could not say a word.

However, the younger generation of Mo Lijian doesn't care about this. They have long stopped paying attention to traditional media reports. Young people prefer to understand the world through various video software or platforms.

So at this moment, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people are cheering and interactively sharing through the young people among these groups who are live broadcasting on their mobile phones.

And just when all this was going on in full swing, Yan Qingyang's clone finally arrived at the scene.

These 'Yan Qingyang' didn't say a word nonsense, they opened their eyes on the spot and shot out a red laser beam, piercing through the crowded Judean troops.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Jewish troops walking throughout the streets and alleys of thirty-five cities were met with one shocking tragedy after another.

On Pitmond Avenue in Atlanta, just one second after Yan Qingyang's clone appeared, he used high-energy lasers to brutally 'clean up' a narrow path of corpses filled with blood and the smell of burning in the middle of the crowd.

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In the crowd that was forcibly divided into two rows, those Jewish walkers closest to the narrow path of charred corpses suddenly stood there with stiff faces.

It's not just these people.

There were tens of thousands of other Jewish people at the scene, as well as countless Molijian people who were paying attention to the situation of the Jewish people through live broadcasts on the Internet. They were all dumbfounded.

The entire Pitmund Avenue was deathly silent.

At this moment, the eyes of 'Yan Qingyang' hanging in mid-air turned scarlet again.

"The commander-in-chief is killing people in the street!!!"

Howls of terror suddenly sounded, and all the Jewish people at the scene were screaming and wailing like a pot exploding and running away in all directions.

The young podcasters who had been hiding in the crowd and had been laughing and interacting with netizens suddenly ran for their lives as if they had seen a ghost, fearing that they would die under the terrifying laser the next moment.

How can the lovely legs compete with Yan Qingyang's eyes?

Buzz——

The clone of Yan Qingyang quickly turned its head, and the magic beams shot out from its eyes were like orange juice ice cream in the world of ice and snow, instantly piercing the air for hundreds or thousands of meters, cooling off the magicians who were participating in the celebration.

One summer.

So everyone couldn't help laughing.

Some of the 'unlucky ones' who happened to be at the edge of the beam failed to grab the ice cream, so they could only pick up some large and small pieces of scattered debris, and then sat on the ground and cried loudly, just like unlovable elves.

The endless cheers and laughter, as well as thousands of black chocolate chunks, as well as large waves of intoxicating sweet fragrance, instantly transformed the entire avenue into a paradise on earth.

Not just here, in a total of thirty-five magic cities, there is more than one 'Yan Qingyang' generously distributing high-energy laser ice cream every minute and every second.

Fully five million magicians were extremely surprised to receive his sweet gift.
Chapter completed!