Zhuge Liang, the God of Plague, is bound to do bad things wherever he goes.
He is really fed up with Zhuge Liang.
"Don't be angry.
We are old friends.
Let's sit down and have a drink sometime."
Zhuge Liang's careless voice had a hint of teasing, as if he would not stop pissing people off.
The veins on Carl's forehead popped out in anger, and he yelled at Zhuge Liang: "Drink your sister."
Zhuge Liang rolled his eyes and hummed, "I'm sorry, I don't have a sister."
Karl, the god of death, knew that he was no match for Zhuge Liang, so he did not want to continue to struggle with Zhuge Liang and said to the bomber in the sky: "Retreat."
If we don't retreat, our entire army will be wiped out, and then we won't even have a chance to make a comeback.
"Why retreat?
Why don't we have a nice chat?"
Zhuge Liang curled his lips and flashed in front of the God of Death, Karl, blocking the road in front of the God of Death.
"Get out of here."
Carl, the god of death, was forced to collapse by Zhuge Liang, a talkative man.
Two streams of black smoke condensed in his hands.
The black smoke formed into a ball, and then he threw it fiercely towards Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang made an enchanting move and avoided the attack of Karl, the God of Death.
"Your aiming rate is too low, do your men know?"
Zhuge Liang flipped the hair in front of his forehead and said with a frivolous expression.
"I want you to talk more."
Karl, the god of death, wanted to strangle Zhuge Liang to death.
"Yes, if your subordinates knew that your aiming rate was so poor, you would probably be all alone.
Who would want to be your subordinate?"
Zhuge Liang said lightly.
Death God Carl's flying body paused, and with a pop, a mouthful of old blood spurted out of Death God Carl's mouth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm just telling the truth.
Don't feel embarrassed or angry.
You will die if you vomit blood."
Zhuge Liang shook his head and shook the fan casually in his hand.
Poof, the god of death, Carl, spat out another mouthful of old blood.
This man was born to irritate people.
"You'd better leave first, I'm afraid you'll be pissed off by me."
Zhuge Liang couldn't bear it.
He waved his fan and quickly let the God of Death, Karl, go.
Seeing that Karl, the God of Death, was unwilling to fly out, Zhuge Liang said slowly, "What if?
If I die now, who can I be angry with in the future?"
"Poof", the god of death Karl finally spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his body suddenly fell down, finally making a big hole in the ground.
Zhao Yun walked towards the body of Karl, the God of Death, jumped down into the pit, and put his hand on the artery of Karl, the God of Death, only to find that the artery was no longer beating.
"There is no sign of life."
Zhao Yun slowly stood up and looked at Zhuge Liang who had just come down from the sky and stood by the pit with soft eyes.
Zhuge Liang raised his brows slightly and said with a sad look on his face: "Why are there no signs of life?
Karl, why are you so hard to think about?"
Zhao Yun jumped out of the pit, stood next to Zhuge Liang, patted Zhuge Liang's shoulder comfortingly, and said, "Liangliang, don't be sad.
You didn't mean to make Karl angry.
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It's because of his poor mentality."
Yan Xiaomo watched this scene unfolding in stunned silence.
Zhuge Liang could really make people angry, and directly made the leader of the dark faction angry to death.
Yan Xiaomo admired him from the bottom of his heart.
When did she have this ability?
The monsters below and the bombers in the sky saw that the leaders they were following were dead, and everyone became like birds and scattered. oshow7: