Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 89 Stepping on the Pharaoh

   "Oh oh oh!" The players shouted excitedly, the shrimp waves composed of lobster claws looked like the same thing.

   "It's the boss!"

   "The Orange Palace comes back to the bird!"

  A player named 【丿Luomu Xiaoxiao】 jumped out and gave a gentleman's salute with lobster tongs, "Jason Boss, please start your performance!"

  In the eyes of players who have no morals, they may not have much identification with Jason Momoa. After all, he was too strong before.

   Players are all freedom-loving beings. A wild horse who is not well managed is like a prolapsed anus, and he will release himself even knowing that he is dead.

   In various games, as long as the player can slaughter the city, the player will never leave a cat or dog left for the opponent.

   Anyway, if you play a dog's brain, the player will not lose a piece of meat in essence.

  But this time they hold their breath!

Not to mention calling Anubis, she was almost forced by this mysterious old yin to beat Pharaoh's own Miss Parana, whether it was out of sympathy for Liu Yuechan or recognition of the beauties in the game, chasing after her. The boss who kills his beautiful girl must die!

   Compared with the hateful pharaohs, I suddenly felt that Lord Jason was much more pleasing to the eye.

  Well, they completely forgot who demolished the pharaoh's underground palace.

   Wang Hao didn't know whether the pharaoh on the other side was alive.

  Since all the creatures in mythology have appeared, it is not uncommon for a pharaoh to come alive. The other party has bloodshot eyeballs that move, and a short body wrapped in N yellow bandages.

   Is this a mummy?

   Or is it a special existence that contains the evil divinity?

   Wang Hao has no way of knowing.

  The players present died an average of three times, and the moral value given to Wang Hao was too much to be used up. In addition to the various actions of the players when he was away, Wang Hao twitched a little at the corners of his eyes, looking at his 12,728 morale value, and the divine morale level of "Dashanren".

   Don’t waver at this time, do you still want to keep the festival for the New Year?

   On the metal finger cuffs that tightly clasped the opponent's arm, the violent black water quickly spread over, soaking the bandage that the opponent obviously had a different mysterious power.

   Pharaoh was startled. His golden metal mask suddenly spewed out purple-black corpse poison from the nose and mouth. At the same time, he pulled out a short sword with a golden poisonous snake embossed as the hilt in his left hand, and stabbed Wang Hao's mask fiercely, in an attempt to attack the enemy and save him.

   Looking at the opponent's stabbing as if in slow motion, Wang Hao wanted to send the opponent a sentence, "A master who can't melee combat is not a good assassin".

   Is there really such a simple wizard who only practices magic these days?

   You can tell at a glance that the agility and strength of this product definitely represent the lower limit of heroic existence.

   Looking at the system prompt [Your (bronze body) is immune to Ptolemy XIII's (corpse poison lv31)], Wang Hao wanted to laugh.

no! To maintain a master demeanor!

   Bystanders only saw that Jason stretched out his other hand like a gust of wind, his thumb clasped his middle finger, and he flicked with great precision.

"when!"

   After a clanging sound, Jason smashed the Pharaoh's dagger with a [pseudo*snap finger magical power].

   Pharaoh's slender wrist like dry wood was also buckled.

  Ptolemy XIII screamed in ancient Egyptian: "Let go! You lowly bastard! Don't defile the descendant of the great sun **** with your dirty hands!"

  Wang Hao sneered: "Descendants of the sun god? Guys who play with the black sun have the face to call themselves descendants of the sun?"

   This pharaoh is also unlucky. This method of blocking the audience is very effective for most ground creatures.

   But what he encountered was Wang Hao, who sneaked back with [Hundred Ghosts Night Walk] early in the morning and hid under the ground, and was not afraid of the dark [Abyss Man].

  The pharaohs of Egypt often claimed to be descendants of the sun. There are N incarnations of the Egyptian sun god, and Wang Hao really has no time to control who is with whom.

  Wang Hao only needs to know that it is right to beat this guy.

Immune to the corpse poison, Wang Hao slammed his hands hard. That kind of terrifying grip that was many times stronger than lobster pincers made the 'incomparably noble' pharaoh's arms "click" on the spot, even his wrists with radius and ulna. burst.

   This thing should not be a human being, not even a living being.

   Wang Hao's hands felt like he had crushed two dead woods.

"Ah ah ah - how dare you... What did you do to me? You ruined my arm!" Ptolemy XIII, who had completed the 18th level of [Wumu Dao] in an instant, shouted and fell backward. Down.

   It's not that there are no men to save him.

   Abandoned Ashe, turned around and rushed towards the bone snake, flew into the air, and was shot by Ashe, who had recovered from the darkness, with several arrows.

   It's not that Anubis didn't want to come. After being beaten by ghost crabs, his body had already begun to collapse. At this moment, [Wuji] and [ZhiJiang] are using four big pincers to hold him tightly.

  The dog head bowed his hands and feet, and was holding his pliers firmly.

   He was not divided by the ghost crab, and his strength is already overwhelmed. How can he have the spare time to come to the savior?

  Uh, as for those lobster players who don't want to die and throw themselves on the dog's head and pee, it's another matter.

One player really rubbed his nose on his face. He knew that his attack could not break Anubis' defense, so he took advantage of the dog's inability to move, took a small carbon rod, and wrote slantingly on the golden visor of the dog's head. : "[Scorpio Lonely] Come here for a visit!"

  I also used pliers to compare a pair of scissors (it seems that there is no rock and cloth), it is estimated that I am using the camera function that comes with the system to take a selfie.

your sister! Quality!

  Can't Chinese people have some quality?

   Minato shameless!

   Such a hot-eyed sand sculpture player, Wang Hao can't see it anyway.

   Here, the pharaoh's golden snake rod is worthy of being a psychic thing, even if it is thrown into the distance, it will turn into a golden poisonous snake and rush towards it.

  Unfortunately, after only half of the throw, he was bitten by the demonized angler fish that was thrown out.

   I don't know if it is fresh snake meat or some artificial meat.

   This pharaoh was really short, maybe less than 1.6 meters tall. He obviously lacked exercise. Wang Hao kicked him and kicked him to the ground.

   is too ugly.

  The Pharaoh of this age has this quality?

   No wonder the 18th generation of ancestors have been brought to the Great Hall Museum as an exhibit.

   After thinking about it, it seems that there are only two or three of the more famous pharaohs in Egypt. For example, Ramses II, known as Ramesses II.

   There is absolutely no such **** as Ptolemy XIII!

   "I am the great pharaoh! My authority is supreme! I..."

  Wang Hao's heavy metal leg armor stepped on the pharaoh's face and said in ancient Egyptian language: "Idiot! I don't care who you are! Whoever moves me will only have one fate for you - destruction!"

   At the end of the last pharaoh, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Wang Hao's shoulder armor: "I understand! You actually helped that bitch..."

   "Kara!" The rotten skull could not withstand such a violent trampling, and it was trampled into bone **** along with the neck bone and sternum.

   (end of this chapter)