Chapter 813 You Bragging ‘Slime’

What kind of weird situation happened in the UK, and where could Andrew catch such a 'thing'? This filled Jin Xiantai's heart with doubts and questions.

But after all, this is something that happened in a distant country. Even a headache is a British thing, and it has nothing to do with him, Kim Hyun Tae.

To put it bluntly, even if the so-called 'Arthur' protoss comes back, the first wave of people who will face these guys will be the British, so Jin Xiantae doesn't have to worry about this matter.

Moreover, he has an alien funnyman as his housekeeper. It is impossible for Andrew to put him and his daughter in danger, and he will definitely make a pre-assessment of the situation.

[Interesting, I didn’t expect that even the ‘Iron-Blooded’ came out, so can the aliens be far behind? 】

After ending the call with Andrew, Jin Xiantai looked at Hilda, Camila and 47 with complicated emotions. He secretly thought in his heart, "I wonder if these girls have met the Arthur Clan. The power of self-preservation?".

Andrew, who had returned to the villa in West Point Town from the UK through a long-distance transmission device, came to the converted laboratory in the basement with a look of great interest and was ready to start his little experimental procedure.

Peng!

A burst of white smoke rose, and a capsule that Andrew took out of his pocket transformed into an all-metal cell. It strangely appeared in an empty corner of the laboratory, and inside the cage was a person who looked very strange. Terrifying and grotesque creatures.

This creature has four mouthparts, and the mouthparts also have the same mouth as humans. Its face looks a bit square, and there are black gel tentacles on its head. Its entire body is similar to that of humans. However, the body is much taller and stronger than humans.

Yes, this creature is a life form with the title of iron-blooded.

I just don’t know how it fell into Andrew’s hands, and how it came to the earth in different time and space and appeared at Stonehenge in England.

There are many puzzling issues here.

Fortunately, Andrew was able to communicate with this guy normally, and he also had enough means to make the other person submit and get the answers behind these puzzling questions.

As for how to communicate?

For the Namekians who have racial talents in thinking, this should not be too simple, okay?

Put aside the language barrier and communicate directly in consciousness, is there really any problem?

"You are an interesting guy. I can see that your civilization is following the path of individual evolution, but the development of your civilization has gone astray, so your power is not very strong."

As an honest child, Andrew certainly has something to say very frankly, so these very frank words he said are more hurtful.

The four mouthparts of the iron-blooded prisoner are open, which shows that it is very angry now. This is also a sign of anger, so it looks a bit scary.

It's a pity that Andrew is not only not afraid at all, but also keeps a smile on his face. When people see it, they really want to jump up and slap his two loud mouths. Well, that's what the iron-blooded man who is locked in the metal cell wants to do. Dry.

"Low-level creature! Put away your hateful face. Your behavior will bring crisis to you and the entire planet. Your death is coming soon. Glory and victory will belong to the powerful Arthur clan!"

The iron blood in the metal cell stretched out a trace of thought, and this thought was filled with deep resentment and malice.

Low-level creatures?

After Andrew knew what the other party was thinking, he suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

As a top-level civilization that the universe in another dimension would not allow, and also the only member of a top-level civilization, Andrew was looked down upon by the scum of a low-level civilization in his eyes for the first time.

God knows what gave the other person such confidence and impression.

Or do you mean you look bad?

hehe!

Andrew immediately smiled.

Then he said: "Why do you say that I am a low-level creature? And how do you know that in my eyes, you yourself are not a low-level creature?"

Uh... Facing Andrew's rhetorical question, the iron-blooded prisoner in the metal cage was obviously stunned, and his eyes widened.

Originally, this guy had no eyelids, only a sunken eye socket that looked weird, so when it showed a stunned expression, it made it look even weirder.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The iron blood in the metal cage suddenly burst into wanton laughter.

"You Blue Star creature is very interesting. I really don't know where you come from to have the confidence to say such things. And I don't know if you are blind or an idiot. Can't you see that my life form is more advanced than yours?" ."

So far, this iron-blooded man who is already a prisoner still doesn't see anything wrong.

You know, it itself is a prisoner.

This shows that the iron-blooded brains don't seem to work very well, and this may be a flaw in their iron-blooded evolution.

Andrew curled his lips: "Do you think I'm from Earth?"

Tie Xue looked at Andrew through the metal cage: "Isn't it?"

For Andrew's convenience, it now has the appearance of an old British man, and it looks no different from Earthlings.

Therefore, it is no wonder that this iron-blooded man with a missing brain string would regard him as an earthling.

As one of the countless civilizations ruled by the Arthur Protoss, this guy from the Iron-Blooded Civilization obtained some information about the earth in different time and space, which was officially obtained by the Arthur Protoss a long time ago.

Therefore, it is quite understandable that there are some deviations in the grasp of information.

After all, neither it nor the rulers behind it knew that the Earth in different time and space at that time was already very different from the First Era long ago.

Vampires, werewolves, mutants, and even people with super powers, there are even alien groups who hide their identities and live on the earth as humans. It can be said that it is very diverse.

Therefore, the earth in different time and space can no longer be measured only by its technological level, but also needs to examine more factors in order to make a correct judgment.

But regarding this, it is obvious that the Iron Blood and the ruler behind it are not clear about it.

They are still looking at the earth in different time and space with the same old eyes, which I have to say is very ridiculous.

"Actually, this is not my original appearance. I am much more handsome than I am now. It is just because of some special reasons that I maintain the image of an old man on earth. But in order to prevent you from looking down on me, I I think I’d better let you see my handsome body so that you, a country bumpkin, don’t understand anything!”

After all, Andrew still has the temperament of a 'child'. Even though its age is more than 5,000 years old according to the calculation of the earth, according to Namek, Andrew is just a kid in kindergarten.

Therefore, we cannot expect Andrew to be very mature, let alone measure Andrew's code of conduct with some thinking from the earth. It is just very unreliable.

"Be careful! Don't let my handsome body blind your titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!"

The form-fitting black tuxedo was ripped off by Andrew, and his dry old man's body was immediately revealed. Coupled with his funny words, Tie Xue in the metal cage felt that he might have encountered a 'silly boy'.

The shriveled human body began to swell, and soon it began to become transparent. In only about three seconds, the elegant British exhibitionist old pervert disappeared, replaced by a chubby-looking transparent plastic. shaped object.

Well, if I really had to describe it, it would be snot or...slime.

Shaking his body, Andrew asked proudly and proudly: "How is it? My image looks more handsome, and it even makes you feel like you are being blinded. But this is a normal thing. Who made me so handsome?"

I can't tell that Andrew is quite narcissistic.

It's just that he hasn't shown such narcissism in normal times.

But in front of this creature that does not belong to the earth in another time and space, but comes from another civilized creature in this universe, Andrew was able to show the narcissism hidden by himself.

Perhaps, Andrew thought that based on the aesthetics of earthlings, they would definitely not have anything nice to say.

So it's not necessarily that he doesn't bother to show his handsome side.

And he believes that the iron-blooded captives who are also not earthlings should obviously have a common language with him, and their aesthetic values ​​may also be slightly the same.

Oh, it's been a long time since I heard someone compliment me on how handsome I am.

As a 'prisoner', this made Andrew very dissatisfied with this.

"You are a slime! Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard. You are actually the lowest level poor creature in the magical civilization, and you are bragging about it in front of me shamelessly."

The iron-blooded prisoner in the cage grabbed the railings of the cell and looked at Andrew with a ghostly expression. Then his four mouthparts opened and closed continuously, spewing out the above words.

Andrew stopped shaking his 'toned' body, and the transparent body gradually turned red, becoming like dyed glue.

Andrew is angry!

When Namekians are angry, their bodies are colored.

For example, red definitely represents anger, and has nothing to do with love, which is what pink can represent.

"What did you say!"

Andrew shouted violently, and activated his racial talent at the same time. The powerful stream of consciousness began to impact the depths of the consciousness of the iron-blooded prisoner in the cage, and gave him a feeling of "dying to death."

To be honest, being attacked by the Namekian racial talent is not as easy as dying.

ah!

my head!

What did you do to me? My head hurts so much it’s about to explode!

The iron-blooded prisoner who originally laughed at Andrew fell to the ground, raised his hands and rolled around on the ground holding his head, while letting out bursts of painful wails.

Returning to the image of an elegant British old man, Andrew stood outside the metal cage and said with a gloomy expression to the painful iron-blooded prisoner: "My good mood has been ruined by you, so let's start the experiment. I want you to know how to make you angry." The fate of a handsome boy." (To be continued.)