With Fatty's "serious injury" this time, the relationship between Fatty and Hebe has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In the courtyard where the fat man rested, the fat man enjoyed the various fruits sent by the believers with a contented look on his face, feeling the gentle warmth of the setting sun in the evening.

At this moment, Fatty, who had been dealing with Warcraft for three full years, finally found a sense of being alive.

It was a kind of joy that came from deep within.

"It still feels so good. It's so comfortable. I don't even want to mess with World of Warcraft anymore."

The fat man turned around comfortably, lay down on the chair, and yawned with a relaxed look on his face.

Although this is the case, Fatty knows that the Temple of Light Lord is in urgent need of combat power. War weapons and magical beasts are products born in such an environment. If there are more, even the existence of the Temple Law Enforcement Team will be due to lack of power.

And was born.

Fatty knew he couldn't rest yet, so he could only secretly contact his men and continue to find a way to control the monster according to his original idea.

He is fat now and cannot go back.

If you really want to talk about it, these people who betray religion are really not a big problem, if compared with the World of Warcraft that Fatty messed with.

The former may only be resisted by some people, while the latter will completely become the public enemy of everyone.

Therefore, fat people can only be lazy.

I was taking a sip of tea comfortably, and the next moment, I suddenly heard an exclamation in my mind.

"Herb is here!"

The moment the sound appeared, the fat man's hands trembled with fright, and the tea spilled all over the floor. He couldn't hold the teacup properly and fell to the ground, turning into pieces.

At this moment, a fragrant wind blew towards my face.

Hebe crossed his arms, his eyes filled with cold light.

"Okay, I'll let you do something. It's better for you to just be lazy here."

"It's delicious and lazy to make. Believe it or not, I don't care about the Lord's face this time and will peel you off!"

At this moment, Hebe's eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

She is anxious now! It has been a day. Besides herself, who can guarantee whether anyone else is involved?

He must see Feng, explain the situation to him, and let him prepare early.

At least he couldn't die under the conspiracy of Apollo, the god of light.

But this damn fat man didn't care about her urgency at all, and actually drank tea in this courtyard without any worries?

He drank for a whole day! How could Hebe not be angry?

The fat man's face changed from panic to surprise, then to calmness, and the whole process happened in just a blink of an eye.

The fat man didn't say much, he just pressed Hebe's cheek with an affectionate look on his face.

"What are you looking at!"

Hebe was really angry. He took out the Taoist soldiers from his arms and wanted to give the fat man a long memory.

But how could Fatty let her do it?

While Hebe was taking out the Taoist weapon, he coughed lightly.

"It doesn't matter if I die if I can see you."

After saying that, the fat man lay down on the chair and let out a miserable groan.

Hebe fiercely raised his Taoist weapon and pressed it on the fat man's head.

"Very good, you have the skills! You are not afraid that I will kill you!"

The fat man's heart was beating wildly with fright, but on the outside, he remained calm.

"Actually, if you don't kill me today, I will die in your hands. It's just because I was shocked by yesterday's palm, or because the poison of lovesickness is so deep into my bones that there is no cure. Or, at this moment, you take

Take my head off."

The fat man saw that Hebe was intimidated by his posture, and took a deep breath. The tenderness in his eyes almost drowned Hebe in his tenderness.

"Hebe, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I can't live and die with you, but I hope I can die in your hands. I have no regrets."

Hebe felt a chill coming from his heels to his forehead. He suddenly dropped the Taoist weapon in his hand and turned around.

"You mean, I hurt you yesterday?

I don’t think it will have any impact on your delicate and tender meat.”

The fat man let out a long sigh, supported his old waist with his arms, and sat up straight with difficulty.

"Actually, it is an old disease. The Lord of Light has nothing to do but give me the power of faith so that I can fight against the old disease for a while, but it is impossible to recover."

The fat man originally wanted to cover his lower back and speak, but when he reached out, he realized that his arms were too short, or that there was too much flesh on his waist.

When he saw Hebe, he was about to look over, and he pressed his hands on the layers of fat on his waist.

Hebe was speechless for a moment when he saw the fat man's movements.

What do you mean by covering up fat?

Does that thing hurt?

Sorry, I'm skinny, I don't know.

The fat man saw something was wrong in Hebe's eyes and said quickly.

"Well, this fat is actually a means to protect me. It was given by the Lord of Light."

"I think back in those days, I was also a young man from eight villages in ten miles. Just the people who came to my house to propose marriage, they all stepped down."

"It's a pity that time is like a butcher's knife. Now he is no longer handsome. He is just the feathers of this place."

Hebe saw the obvious sadness in the fat man's eyes, and couldn't say much for a while.

Everyone has their own difficulties, the only difference is whether these difficult things are difficult or not.

But for Hebe, she had no such confusion.

Because she is still young, full of vigor and energy, everything she looks at feels full of vitality, so naturally she will not have such sad thoughts.

"Then you rest first. Have you contacted the Light Master?"

The fat man quickly raised his hands and swore.

"Really, I have contacted you. I have sent several people, and several of them are close to the Lord of Light. You know that Mr. Sai, the Zuo Guardian..." Hebe waved off impatiently.

Wave your hands.

"Okay, you recover here and leave the rest to me."

After saying that, Hebei disappeared without a trace without giving Fatty a chance to stay.

As soon as Hebe left, Fatty was so excited that he danced in the yard.

"I succeeded!"

"Yo ho!"

"This feels so good! No wonder the Lord of Light likes to scheme, it's really exciting!"

The fat man was cheering in the yard, but Hebe was full of worries.

Now that Feng can't be found, there's no way to tell him the current situation. What if Apollo's manpower has already arrived?

Qin Yichen, who was not prepared at all, could not be his opponent.

Really unable to wait any longer, Hebe chose to take a look around the Light Lord Temple.

As a result of wandering around, Hebe heard the whispers of a group of people in a dense forest.

"Did you really see the Lord of Light before?"

"Could I possibly lie to you about something like this?

What’s the point of lying to you, believe it or not.”

"Forget it, we'll find out when we go up and take a look."

Hearing the conversation between these people, Hebe frowned slightly.

Didn't Feng leave because of something?

Why are you still here?

Could it be that the fat man was lying there to report information?
Chapter completed!