MTL - The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Ouyang Huanyu whispered.

"If you want to know more, accept my invitation, I will let you know everything you want to know, and you can save your soldiers." Ouyang Huanyu looked at the chaotic battlefield.

The Mozu and the Alliance have a consensus, temporarily putting down the struggle between the two sides and starting to besiege the experimental body.

However, the ability of the experimental body to blew itself is too difficult. They are extremely fast. Even if they want to kill them, they will spread to other people. If they let them go, they will only add more deaths, but they will kill them. It will cause a terrible explosion.

The only thing that can balance the experimental body is the long-range attack occupation.

But now that the battle has hit the present, both the demon and the Alliance's magicians and archers have entered a period of exhaustion. They can't quickly kill the experimental body with rapid and intensive attacks, and the other races of the experimental body are in the blood. They have improved their resistance and speed to a certain extent. Once they are found to be dying, they will immediately sprint toward the most of the Alliance Army with the fastest speed.

In a crowded place like the battlefield, the Alliance Army wants to escape, and there is no more place for them to flee.

Surrounded by the demons and comrades, they could not escape the scope of the explosion.

The experimental body is definitely a nightmare for the Mozu and the Alliance Army.

This kind of death, it is necessary to bring people with disasters, so that the soldiers of both sides hate their teeth.

"These experimental bodies, although they are all failures, can't complete all the experiments, but they are used to clean up the garbage. The effect is quite good. Do you want to give it a try?" Ouyang Huanyu smiled, the Mozu or the Alliance Army. However, it is not worth mentioning in his eyes. Those failed products are not worth mentioning. Even if they all blow up, he will not move his eyebrows.

However, Shen Yanxiao is different from him. The death of each Alliance Army will make Shen Yanxiao's heart more depressed.

It is undoubtedly a huge pressure on the psychological to destroy the hearts of others with their own disdainful waste.

"You are a madman." Shen Yanxiao never saw a guy who wanted Ouyang Huanyu so crazy. He didn't treat the experimental body as a life. Even Shen Jiayi, the experimental body created by his own blood, was finally He was left there like garbage.

In the eyes of Ouyang Huanyu, there seems to be nothing to care about.

The only thing that can make him interested is the fusion of the eight ethnic races of Shen Yanxiao.

But even so, she is not an independent living soul in the eyes of Ouyang Huanyu. In his words, she is just a work, a perfect work.

Because perfect, because it is unique, he will not discard it as casually as he does, and he chooses to recycle.

No one will be happy with anyone who is treated like such a heartbreaking madman.

"Maniac? Oh, no, I am more crazy than you think." Ouyang Huanyu is not angry at all, the smile on his face is so casual.

"Accept or reject? Is it to save your Alliance Army, or do you watch them being destroyed?"

Shen Yan Xiao Yan eyes, looking at the son of the divine and evil demon, the power of the Protoss gave him a holy temperament, but the evil of the Mozu made his heart more distorted than any creature.