Zhuge Liang, the plague god, wherever he goes, there must be no good thing, he is really fed up with Zhuge Liang.

"Don't be angry, we're old friends, when are you going to sit down for a drink?" Zhuge Liang had a hint of ridicule in his voice, and he felt that he would not give up until he was angry.

The blue tendons on the forehead of the god of death suddenly rose, and he scolded Zhuge Liang: "Drink your sister." ”

Zhuge Liang rolled his eyes, snorted twice, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have a sister." ”

Karl, the god of death, knew that he was not Zhuge Liang's opponent, so he didn't want to entangle with Zhuge Liang, and said to the bomber in the sky: "Retreat." ”

If you don't retreat, the whole army will be wiped out, and then you won't even have a chance to make a comeback.

"What a retreat! Let's talk about it. The corners of Zhuge Liang's mouth hooked, flashed in front of Karl, the god of death, and blocked the way in front of Karl, the god of death.

"Get out of here." Karl, the god of death, was forced to collapse by Zhuge Liang's words, and two puffs of black smoke condensed in his hand, and the black smoke formed a ball, and then threw it towards Zhuge Liang.

I saw Zhuge Liang dodge bewitchingly, dodging the attack of the god of death Carl.

"Your aim rate is too low, do your men know?" Zhuge Liang stroked the hair in front of his forehead and said with a rash face.

"I want you to talk more." Karl, the god of death, wanted to strangle Zhuge Liang to death.

"Also, if your subordinates know that your aiming rate is so good, it is estimated that you will be alone, who wants to be your subordinate!" Zhuge Liang said lightly.

Only the body of Karl of Death flew for a moment, and with a 'poof' sound, I saw a mouthful of old blood gushing out of Carl's mouth.

"Tut-tut, I'm just telling the truth, don't feel embarrassed, don't be angry, vomit blood and die." Zhuge Liang shook his head, took the fan in his hand and shook it casually.

'Poof' Karl, the god of death, spit out another mouthful of old blood, this man is born to be angry.

"You'd better go first, I'm afraid you'll be angry with me." Zhuge Liang couldn't bear it, waved his hand fan and hurriedly let the god of death Carl go, seeing that the god of death Carl flew out and was unwilling, Zhuge Liang said slowly, "If I die now, who else can I be angry with in the future!" ”

"Poof" Karl the Grim Reaper finally spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and his body fell violently, finally smashing a large hole in the ground.

Zhao Yun walked towards the body of Karl, the god of death, jumped down the pit, and reached out to put his hand on the artery of Karl, the god of death, only to find that the artery was no longer beating.

"There are no signs of life." Zhao Yun stood up slowly, and looked at Zhuge Liang, who had just come down from the sky and was standing on the edge of the pit, with soft eyes.

Zhuge Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a sad face: "Why is there no sign of life?" Carl, why can't you think so? ”

Zhao Yun jumped out of the pit, stood beside Zhuge Liang, patted Zhuge Liang's shoulder comfortingly, and said, "Liangliang, don't be sad, you didn't mean to be angry with Carl, it's his mentality." ”

Yan Xiaomo watched this scene in a daze, this Zhuge Liang can really be angry, and directly anger the leader of the dark faction.

This tongue battle group is really not covered, Yan Xiaomo admires it from the bottom of her 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 was scattered.