Superman? No, no matter what the knell was going to do, he would stop it.
He immediately put his hand around the neck of the knell.
Well, now both of them can't move, and those people are running away. Time is on his side.
Just a few seconds of stalemate is enough for these people to run away.
According to his understanding of the death knell, mercenaries can't go all over the town to find out and kill everyone.
But Su Ming's method is not what he can guess according to common sense.
Two hugged people stood there and saw countless fireballs suddenly emerging behind them, one at a time. All the protestors were beaten to fly ash.
Slogans with insulting couplets fell to the ground and burned slowly in the flames.
Clark's eyes were about to pop out, and he couldn't understand what was going on.
Superman's magic knowledge is almost zero, and Su Ming naturally won't give him an explanation. He has no idea about the conditions of his secret conversation with upside down people, even Batman.
Is the fireball that Su Ming bought from the upside down person really a decoration?
It's not that, after fusing the "pull eye" into the helmet eyepiece, he can see a lot of things in the sun, and his extraordinary brain can let him process hundreds of targets at the same time.
If you want fireball and let it bypass itself, isn't it just to form a combo skill?
Even if Su Ming sees Luther drinking coffee in the north pole with his friends, he can mark the target, invert people, and send them to heaven with a big fireball.
Su Ming can get any magic from the reverse man. Even if he didn't have it, he could make it. It's magic itself.
Ma Yinglong's strong acid arrow and gudebei's flying palms are all right, but Su Ming chose fireball.
Kill the enemy, destroy the dead, forge accidents... Instant completion, big fireball is a hero in the plastic energy system.
What? You said the death knell killed people? Nonsense, it was the explosion of the natural gas pipeline in the house, and he was just the target of the death knell.
Sometimes killing requires leaving evidence for a commission.
But sometimes, things have to be done quietly, making everything look like an accident.
That's how it is now.
"Look, it's a curse! God is on my side, and he has let down the flames of anger
Su Ming immediately opened his acting skills and said to Superman crazily, spitting stars and splashing like rabies.
You can be as fanatical as you want to say that if God says no good, I will kill your family.
In Europe and the United States, God can recite any pot. You can not believe it, but you can't say it and question other people's beliefs.
Superman felt a toothache for the first time, and he always felt that it had something to do with the death knell.
But just as he said before, there was no evidence...
the death knell was firmly held together with him. He did not even say any incantations or gestures, and those people were burned to death.
Fire and flood always represent the anger of God, which is almost common sense in the Bible.
Superman is lost...
this is the first time he wants to save people, but he doesn't know what to do...
"let me go! I will go to church and pray to God
Su Ming released Superman, but also patted Superman's arm, let him take off the strong arm on Su Ming's neck.
Go and hug your wife.
Superman slowly sighed, his expression full of pain, voice full of shaking: "you killed them."
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't have one. I have witnesses." Su Ming turned to let him look at the back: "Harry and ivy have seen it. You and I have been standing together. God killed those people."
Hally hopped down the gangway, her head nodding: "yes, Superman, you can't plant it, ha ha, unless you give me something good, I can do perjury."
Superman let go of his hand, and he heard everything Harry said. He didn't need any perjury, and he didn't bribe witnesses.
It's hard to understand what's going on right now, but he doesn't have time for the death knell. There are more people in the world who need help.
Recently, the world has become strange to him.
Superman sighs and flies away.
Su Ming buttoned up his helmet and let out a light smile.
He achieved his goal without leaving a shred of evidence and deterring everyone else.
If there are any more Luther's spies, they should think it over before they act.
As for whether they are spies, who cares? Now, there are mistakes in the earth situation. Su Ming believes more in his reasoning than in the investigation results.
He walked towards Bobo on the edge of the playground, where the orangutan watched for a while."Go to church and pray?"
Bobo dropped the cigarette end in his mouth and asked Su Ming a strange question.
People don't know what's going on. Can Bobo not understand? He had long suspected that the death knell had become the agent of the reversal.
But he just didn't say it. After today, he planned to rot in his stomach.
He's a bar owner, and his clients are all sorcerers, and the death knell is now the agent of the magic concept. What a powerful force it is to think about it and feel that his whole body is covered with black hair.
If Batman knew what magic meant, he would never be able to sleep.
Su Ming shook hands with him and gave out a strange laugh: "yes, devout believers all need his church... So bishop, do you have the blood of God in your church? The kind that makes people dizzy
Bobo laughingly shook his head. The death knell even played a joke on God. He was completely unscrupulous.
But now God is really gone.
"Well, yellow and black stray lambs are rare, but the blood of God can be drunk by anyone who has money. Come with me."
he took the three of them to turn left and right and walked into the alley. After opening an unimportant door, they came to the forgotten bar again.
I've been here so much recently that Su Ming wants to use it as a base.
But since there is Ceci in Luther's camp, it's not particularly safe. The woman has lived for thousands of years, but she knows a lot of ways to get to the forgotten bar.
If it's just to avoid flooding, all magic planes can.
But now it is known that Luther is behind them. They are playing tricks. The forgotten bar, Maia, spiritual prison, dreamland and hell are not safe.
Only the "dead" are safe.
However, there is no progress in the task entrusted by death to Su Ming. Su Ming can't explain it to her, and naturally she won't go to her side.
I can't live up to my face.
"Oh! It's Halle Quinn! Really, Harry
As soon as she entered the door, Tracy screamed and ran back to the room behind the bar.
Su Ming looks at Hally with some doubts, but she doesn't know why.
She has never met the magic world. This is definitely her first time here. She doesn't know this little girl.
But it's possible that Haley killed her parents before.
So Hally just smiles and leans on Ivy like she has no bones.
But soon Tracy ran out and took out a big box from the room. It was actually a big picture of Hally and all kinds of peripheries.
What's Halle Quinn shaking her head dolls, Halle Quinn's dolls, Dr. quezel's snowball, a 1:1 solid wood sledgehammer, and several sets of Harry's uniforms and tights of various periods.
Su Ming's mouth twitches. It turns out that Tracy, a gothic girl, is actually Harry's little fan?
Although Haley does have the potential of being a girl idol...
she is independent, reckless and dare to love and hate. Rebellious girls can understand her as an idol.
But who did Harry around?
Her red and white T-shirt and sequined shorts look great, but not for everyone.
The death attendant also has many fans. He has sold his surroundings, and even when he is in short supply, he will sell his "original uniform".
Once he found out that his uniform was bought from the Internet by a fanatic fan, and the fan bought 300 pieces of his old uniforms. He went to the fans' house to make friends.
It turns out that his fan, who weighs more than 300 kg, claims not to have taken a bath for 30 years, and he hates bathing more than a valet.
He warmly welcomed the Chamberlain, hugged him and said that the valet was his idol.
The fat, like sausage, spilled out of the old bullet hole in the uniform. There was a lot of black hair on the skin. Fleas and bedbugs on his body instantly climbed the dead waiter's face.
Then the valet vomited...
"Hally, can you sign for me? I've always liked you! "
Tracy holds the big box and puts it in front of Harry.
Harry looked at the poison vine girl and raised her chin like a show off.
She took out a picture of herself from the box, as she had been in Gotham before, looking very young in her old red and black uniform.
Of course, it was set up. She remembered that this was a reporter she found when she fled the scene after the crime, so she specially stayed and posed for the reporters to take pictures.
She was caught by Batman just for taking pictures.
But Tracy's collection, Hallie, is satisfied because only her related items, no clowns.
Tracy is her true love powder, not the so-called CP powder.
"Sure, honey. I can sign for you, but can you give me the hammer? I need a weapon to save the world. "Haley boldly picked up the pen and began to sign on the photo, leaving a lip print and pointing to the sledgehammer with a smile.
It's a wooden hammer. It's bloodstained, but it's much better than her steel and cement block.
"Ah, of course, this is your weapon."
Tracy handed the hammer directly to Hally, and her eyes were filled with the thrill of seeing the idol.
Don't say that Harry wants a hammer. She wants her life. She gives it all. That's how crazy she is.
Hally was obviously frightened by the other party's enthusiasm. There were no fans in her own Halley gang. She laughed and took the hammer.
"Really, this is my" Dorothy ". My God, I can still see her, moo..."
Harry picked up the hammer and quickly gave it a few kisses.
"Wait, you name your hammer" Dorothy " Su Ming is tucking aside to make complaints about the personification of weapons. Is this the manifestation of mental illness?
If Su Ming called his night sword Tom, and the God killer named Jerry, Batman would definitely think he was crazy.
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