"Ten years, how many decades are there in life?"

"Eight years ago, when Corina was exploring the Forest of Mist, she sacrificed her life and saved her life, and she had the opportunity to become a [God General]; five years ago, you were seriously injured and dying, Shelson gave her magic plant that she had treasured for many years, refined a potion, and saved you back; and Christina, over the years, she has devoted all her efforts to cultivate you, lead you in and lead you on the way, and you have achieved what you are today."

"Even if it's a stone, it's time to heat up after so much effort."

"But what about you!"

In the end, the sound that was originally dull, as if only the cold color of ice was left, began to fluctuate unconsciously.

High, excited, suppressing endless anger, swallowing and spitting, endless murderous intent!

If Douglas's original eyes were indifferent and cold, then his current eyes were murderous intent and sea of ​​blood.

That kind of anger, that kind of anger, was simply uncontrollable, rushed out of his eyes, from his words, from his pores, and rushed towards Morris.

This is true for Douglas, and even more so for the rest of the others.

Even in their eyes, there was an undisguised disgust and contempt.

They are a force, a partner of an organization.

Their strengths and abilities are similar. In this case, their communications are naturally very similar.

So, they knew how true what Douglas said was.

It can be said that the other party didn't say a word.

It is precisely because of this that they became increasingly angry at Douglas's question and ungrateful behavior of Morris.

"Ha, so what?"

Morris's face was quickly retracted, and the fear in his eyes was suppressed by force, as if there was no trace of shame at all.

He just raised his head, looked straight into Douglas's eyes, sneered disdainfully, and replied.

“It’s hopeless.”

Douglas, who had endless anger in his heart and wanted to vent his anger and countless scoldings and wanted to tell him, shook his head in disbelief when he saw this scene, as if he had died to the extreme, and said.

Douglas returned to peace, and there was no more turbulence.

I want to scold and blame, but in short, I still feel a little dissatisfied with the wrong path.

But if you think that the other party is hopeless and there is no trace of emotional remnants of the other party, only the purest hatred and anger are left.

Then naturally, there will be no complex emotions of mourning his misfortune or angering his inconvenience.

So, at this moment, Douglas just waved his staff and declared the final end.

This not only casts spells on Morris, but also means giving orders to everyone and judging Morris.

However, this situation does not seem to be good.

Buzz!

A dark light shield that seemed to blend into the black mist around suddenly came out, covering Morris.

Douglas's spells, the spells of the other "masters" who were furious to punish the traitors, were blocked by this light curtain.

All the attacks fell on it, like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Morris, who escaped from death and escaped from the tiger's mouth, burst into laughter, as if he was happy to see the scene where everyone was helpless about him.

"Douglas, don't waste your time."

"This light shield is not something you can break."

After seeing that Douglas and others' attacks did not have any effect at all, Morris seemed to have already won and spoke with great confidence.

"By the way, I have to thank you."

"If you didn't take me off right away, how could I survive!"

Morris seemed to be extremely excited, and he bowed in a pretentious manner, saying in an extremely playful tone, expressing his complacency and arrogance.

Even the tone was a little more interesting.

After hearing this, everyone surrounding Morris's faces flushed, their anger rose uncontrollably, and their hearts were irritated, wanting to tear the arrogant villain in front of them into pieces.

But the fact is that all their efforts and attempts are futile and have not played a role in any way.

The black light shield in front of Morris seemed thin, but it was still like an indestructible barrier, blocking all attacks, isolating the inside and outside, and the defense was airtight.

However, he was arrogant about Morris.

Douglas's face was just cold, his eyes were not filled with emotion. He watched him perform like a clown for a long time, and then he suddenly spoke.

The voice was calm and cold and solemn.

"Why do you think I didn't take this into consideration?"

The voice was still murderous, but I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be more jokes that were very similar to Morris’s previous words.
Chapter completed!