Chapter 162: It’s a Joke (2)

Those four people were obviously still lying on the ground sleeping in the dark, the only one beside the swordsman was the weak-looking little pharmacist, and they had been looking at each other just now, the little pharmacist was clearly sitting quietly. On the ground, apart from rubbing his hands because of nervousness, he didn't make any attack at all.

"Could it be that guy has some kind of epilepsy or madness?" Hesitation was a little far away, so the four of them didn't realize what Shen Yanxiao's hand was doing. Part of Shen Yanxiao's body was removed, so this group of people would never have dreamed that the little pharmacist they were making trouble for would be that disgraced senior warlock!

That's right, Shen Yanxiao, who has learned the fifth-level combined spells, has already reached the level of a high-level warlock, but she hesitates because there is no one around her who understands warlocks to explain it to her, so that Shen Yanxiao still only thinks that she has just entered it. Warlock's Threshold.

Maybe I still feel that I am an apprentice warlock or something.

The four teenagers didn't feel anything unusual, they just thought that the swordsman himself had some sudden illness or something.

On the contrary, the priest in the team was rushed over by several people to check on the situation of the swordsman, while the archer continued to point his bow and arrow at Shen Yanxiao to prevent Shen Yanxiao from waking up other teammates.

Holding the magic staff in his hand, the priest walked slowly to the side of the swordsman. He cautiously glanced at the smiling Shen Yanxiao, but he didn't notice anything wrong with this kid at all. The other party seems to be a little guy around thirteen years old, and she is still a pharmacist. She has no attack power at all. Judging from her age, she is also a freshman. She has not officially started her career as a pharmacist, and it is absolutely impossible to refine it. What a terrible potion for self-defense.

Seeing that Shen Yanxiao had no threat at all, the pastor immediately knelt down to check the situation of the swordsman.

Seeing this, he was shocked.

The swordsman, with his face facing the loess and his back facing the sky, had already fallen into a mild coma, his eyes were turned white, and some white foam was still oozing from the corners of his mouth.

However, before the pastor noticed anything unusual, a huge pressure immediately spread over him.

There was only a plop, and after the swordsman, the unlucky priest also fell straight to the ground, and what was worse than the swordsman was that his entire face was buried in the grass.

The other three people in the distance stared at the pastor dumbfounded, and couldn't believe their eyes. How could the two people who walked past all of them suddenly lay on the ground in unison? And they didn't see anything at all!

"Oops, isn't it that the four people lying there are simply pretending to be asleep to lure us over? Maybe they made some kind of magic trap on the ground, deliberately trying to trick people with badges." This inexplicable situation caused cold sweat all over his body. He was not very courageous at first, but facing such an unimaginable thing, he felt a chill down his spine.

And his words resonated with the other two.

Now think about it, under the blue sky and broad daylight, there is only a team of people lying on the grass with such big thorns, and there is only a helpless pharmacist guarding him, and he is so blatantly killing that person. Many badges came out, this is clearly a scam! !