A spy in a certain comic

Chapter 181 The Rascal's Victory

But it doesn't matter, as long as Ward restores himself in air form

It's just a matter of speed.

And it just so happens that he wants to take out the air, which can be used to heal himself, killing two birds with one stone.

But the most important thing now is not to absorb the air, but to seal the opening of the underground cave.

Ward didn't even want to care about his broken body, but he was frantically assimilating a big rock that he had long admired, and was going to use this rock to seal the hole.

It was a success, but the hive didn't know what he was doing, and didn't realize until he blocked the big stone in the hole, and he was locked in it.

Realizing that something was wrong, the hive immediately began to put its tentacles against the big stone, trying to get the stone away.

But would Ward let him do this?

He appeared directly in the cave, showing his figure, and said mockingly:

"Do you think I fell in by accident? It's not true. I just found a place that can be used as a tomb for you to rest here forever."

Although Ward's face and words were very annoying, Hive seemed to be resistant to it. It did not explode like before, but just looked at him in disgust and said:

"Trash that only talks nonsense"

Ward was taken aback for a moment, it seems that he has talked too much with others, and others will learn this skill, just like himself.

Knowing that talking nonsense has no effect, Ward didn't say any more nonsense. His palm turned into a knife again, and he was ready to fight.

He quickly rushed towards the hive, and the hive immediately counterattacked when it saw it, and soon many tentacles appeared on the ground.

Ward himself was also drawn several times, but because the metal's defense is also very strong, he was not injured.

Just like what he said before, the hive really has nothing to do with him.

But Ward is still very careful, because he is afraid that the hive will have some hidden means, and it will be bad if the ship capsizes in the gutter.

The hive can only use the tentacles to surround him again and deal with him by siege.

Ward could only turn into air again in a rogue manner, and disappeared in the air.

And soon after, the hole that was originally blocked by a stone was sealed by more things.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Ward restores himself in air form

It's just a matter of speed.

And it just so happens that he wants to take out the air, which can be used to heal himself, killing two birds with one stone.

But the most important thing now is not to absorb the air, but to seal the opening of the underground cave.

Ward didn't even want to care about his broken body, but he was frantically assimilating a big rock that he had long admired, and was going to use this rock to seal the hole.

It was a success, but the hive didn't know what he was doing, and didn't realize until he blocked the big stone in the hole, and he was locked in it.

Realizing that something was wrong, the hive immediately began to put its tentacles against the big stone, trying to get the stone away.

But would Ward let him do this?

He appeared directly in the cave, showing his figure, and said mockingly:

"Do you think I fell in by accident? It's not true. I just found a place that can be used as a tomb for you to rest here forever."

Although Ward's face and words were very annoying, Hive seemed to be resistant to it. It did not explode like before, but just looked at him in disgust and said:

"Trash that only talks nonsense"

Ward was taken aback for a moment, it seems that he has talked too much with others, and others will learn this skill, just like himself.

Knowing that talking nonsense has no effect anymore, Ward didn't say any more nonsense. His palm turned into a knife again, and he was ready to fight. Ward was stunned for a moment. It seems that if you talk too much with others, others will also learn this skill. Yes, just like myself.

Knowing that talking nonsense has no effect, Ward didn't say any more nonsense. His palm turned into a knife again, and he was ready to fight.

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