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clown……

What can a lord level say in Divine Grace is a middle-level combat power?

There should be a lot of things to know, but I do n’t know if the clown ’s mouth is hard or not, how many words he can make out.

It's a pity that the guy of the clown has no soul ... Yes, Yi Xunyu discovered at the beginning that the soul of the clown is fused with the body, like a zombie-like structure.

It's just that this guy is not as hard as a zombie, but transformed into a rubber-like structure.

This also means that if Yi Xunyu wants to use a method similar to soul-eating, he has to eat the clown's body a little bit into his stomach.

Hmm ... Although this is not impossible, Yi Xunyu still doesn't want to be disgusted with herself if she can.

After all, the clown tastes really bad ...

Beckoning the bronze mirror in his hand, Yi Xunyu watched the stiff clown lying on the ground reach out and knocked on the mirror.

It seems that this mirror can no longer be regarded as a mirror. After all, it can't take pictures of people, and the space inside is also separated.

Dong dong dong,

The clown in the mirror seemed to hear the movement, and the ice on the body began to crack gradually, and then shattered.

A frown clown covered with frost and lips and hair climbed up, looked left and right for a moment, and then slammed into the position where Yi Xunyu knocked: "I said! I said everything! Let me go! "

With Yi Xunyu's percussion, the mirror becomes a bridge connecting the two worlds, like the layer of glass in the prison where you can see each other.

This is the institution set by the residual ink.

At the other end, Yi Xunyu took a cup and poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a sip, then frowned and looked at the clown in the mirror without saying anything.

A little disappointed ... After the clown had no brain debris to eat, the representative mania seemed to disappear.

Instead, it is full of decadence and fatigue, and there is a breath called ‘lost dog’ all over the body.

Clown, it's normal.

Although this was very helpful for the following conversation, Yi Xunyu didn't have much joy, but a disappointment and boredom rose in his heart.

It was like seeing a poor imitation, and the flawed feeling made people look uncomfortable.

In this way, the dress on the clown, the snow-white face, the big nose and the corner of the grinning mouth, and the eye shadow, became really funny.

It seems to be no different from the joking clown in the circus.

"It's really disappointing, Mr. Clown." Yi Xunyu shook his head looking at this scene.

In this case, the way of dialogue seems to be changed.

A pill appeared in Yixunyu's hands, shaking left and right, and the clown's eyes moved unconsciously as Yixunyu moved.

It seems like the soul was hooked.

"Clown pill, you will have a clown pill." Suddenly, the clown's eyes glowed, his face directly hit the mirror and shouted: "Give me, give me! Give it to me, I promise you everything ! "

As he said, the clown slammed his head against the mirror. He was mad, "Give me! Give me! Give me!"

This time, I finally feel that way.

"Huh." Yi Xunyu flipped her hand, and the clown pill disappeared.

The clown also returned to normal, staring blankly at Yi Xunyu, as if he had lost all his strength.

It seems that Can Mo is right. Brain debris is indeed addictive, and the more he eats, the more he gets.

"So Mr. Clown, please don't introduce yourself first. I don't want you to know who I am, and I also know who you are." Yi Xunyu placed the mirror on the table and placed it with a small ice cube.

"Yixun Yu, your name is Yixunyu. I heard you talking about you with crazy eyes. Your eyes seem to be very special, and you can see through the dark enchantment." The clown suddenly raised his head and stared at Yixunyu, saying: "Henggu The fragments of the world given by your existence are destroyed in your hands. "

Yi Xunyu was silent for a moment, and then raised her lips: "Very well, that's it, say everything you know."

Known, it seems to be the expected thing.

"What do you want to know, I will tell you all, as long as you can give me medicine." The clown stared at Yi Xunyu without blinking.

After losing the brain fragments, the clown seems unable to mobilize the energy in his body. Those energies no longer accept calls as if they were asleep.

In addition to this, there is a more terrifying addiction than something that should not be contaminated.

It's really a profession that depends heavily on it.

"Is this, maybe it depends on my mood." Yi Xunyu touched his chin and said with a smile, "You don't seem to have a choice."

"Ask." The clown suddenly darkened, as if he had given up hope.

The smell of despair gradually came out.

"Tell me your name first." Yi Xunyu nodded and asked.

"Clown." The clown replied with his head down.

"I mean the real name."

"My real name is the clown. I was adopted by God's grace since I was young, and I have not been given a name." The clown raised his head indifferently.

"Really ... age." Ixun Yu paused and asked.

"It's about three hundred years old since being adopted by Divine Grace," the clown replied.

"Before being adopted ..."

"Before I was adopted, I was just a baby, and I didn't know anything." The clown interrupted Yi Xunyu's question, and his mouth unconsciously showed a trace of sarcasm. "You don't need to ask this anymore."

"Yeah, but I suddenly became interested." Yi Xunyu said indifferently: "Talk about how the Divine Grace will cultivate you, No. 237, how many like you?"

As No. 237 was pronounced, the clown's body seemed to twitch.

He was instinctively subconscious in fear.

"Like me, I do n’t know how many ... We were adopted as babies, then inculcated knowledge of various battles, and then were thrown into the Colosseum to fight each other when we were about five to six years old, hundreds of people Only one can survive. Among the people I have killed, the maximum number seems to be 2033. "

The clown said indifferently, as if he was not talking about himself.

"Do you support Gu, then what is the purpose of God's grace?" Yi Xunyu asked.

"Cultivate people like me." The clown said glaringly: "The person who wins the fight will become the chosen person, then go to the secret hall of the Divine Grace to accept the inheritance, and then do things for the Divine Grace."

"Is there many people like this?"

"do not know."

"How many did you see?"

"About twenty or so, and a few died later, and now I count only 13. The success rate of the experiment is not high, plus the danger of accepting inheritance, not everyone can survive every time."

"What about strength?"

"Both are lords, and the way we accept inheritance limits our upper limit of promotion, and the lord level is the limit."

"Interesting ..." Yi Xunyu squinted.

In the past three hundred years, more than twenty lords have been shaped by the method of raising Gu.

This probability is actually very high.

To draw an analogy, it is to raise an Einstein among the 300 million people in the old world.

Among them, talent will wipe out 90% of the people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then the test of mentality will wipe out 90% of the people.

Finally, standing in front of you, you are not sure whether this person representing the upper limit of 300 million people can reach the expected height, that is, an IQ of more than 200 points.

This is a difficult thing, and the Divine Faith Society succeeded in brushing it 20 times.

It can only be said that under a huge base, even a small probability will have a day of success.

"What way of inheritance?"

"Eat the heart of the last inheritor without dying."

What a ... primitive way.

"Is there still now?" Yi Xunyu asked again after being silent.

If it's there, it might seem like a good idea to check it out.

The Adventurer ’s Guild will not turn a blind eye to this situation, so that it can clean up the flesh again.

"It's gone, it was gone a hundred years ago. The violent run of an experimental body turned it into ruins, and it has no conditions to rebuild."

"What experiment?" Yi Xunyu asked strangely.

How powerful is an experimental body?

"I don't know. That matter is listed as top secret. I don't have the authority to know it. I only know that the training I did at that time seems to be called Apollo."

"Huh ..."

Apollo, a **** in the Greek **** system that symbolizes the sun god.

This divine grace, really can play.

Wouldn't it be the divine grace established by the group of guys of the Greek sect ... but most of the gods of the Greek sect have fallen, and now those are just newcomers who have inherited their names.

Time is not right.

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