People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 982: Mostima, You Disturbed the Angry Birds

"I think black silk stockings will work!"

"Obviously white pantyhose are awesome!"

As soon as the host finished his introduction, Qi Yan and Lei Miaoan started fighting mode. They each insisted on their own opinions and quarreled fiercely on the spot.

The scene was politely silent for a moment because of the two people's sudden appearance.

But the two of them also joined the battlefield, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a new peak.

“Black!”

"White!"

The cheers came one after another, and in the end, even the host holding the microphone couldn't suppress it.

“…Black!”

The host was stunned for a moment, then decisively dropped the microphone, jumped off the stage, blended into the black camp, and started cheering.

Ezer, who came out pushing a high-powered speaker, was dumbfounded on the spot. He originally wanted to help the host, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't catch up with the host who was possessed by the will of the comedian.

In the chaos, Lemiaoan grabbed Qi Yan's collar, shook him vigorously and shouted:

"White pantyhose are beautiful and clean, do you understand?"

Qi Yan pressed the handle of Remiaoan's wheelchair with his backhand, and exerted force suddenly to make Remiaoan start spinning in place.

The long pink hair accompanied Remiao's exclamation, like a blooming flower blooming in front of Qi Yan.

"You traitor, you said you were here to help me?" Qi Yan kept speeding up the wheelchair. "And you not only betrayed me, but also your sister. Don't forget what color the Archangel wears!"

“Ahhh…I was wrong…Ahhh, faster!”

Lemiaoan screamed and spoke wolf and tiger words.

Qi Yan couldn't help but pause in his movements.

As a result, the accident happened without any surprise.

The high-speed rotating wheelchair was dragged out by Qi Yan and spun towards the edge of the stage.

In the center of the stage, two little birds, drowned by the shouting, stood there at a loss. After noticing this scene, even though they had lost the ability to think, their bodies were faster than their minds and they rushed towards Lemiaoan.

But among the crowd, there was a figure that was faster than the two birds.

A slender hand firmly grasped Remiaoan's wheelchair and helped Remiaoan stand firmly on the edge of the stage.

This sudden accident also calmed down the excited people a little, and the crowd breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Remiaoan was rescued.

"You are a bunch of idiots! You are all amateurs!"

At this moment, the mysterious man who was holding Lemion, wearing a cloak, with a voice like Mostima, a body shape like Mostima, and a temperament like Mostima, spoke arrogantly.

In the quiet stage, the voice of 'mysterious man' spread steadily throughout the audience.

Remiaoan sat on the back of the chair with her head tilted back. A strand of her messy hair was held in the corner of her mouth, making her look more charming.

"So you know a lot?" Lemiaoan chuckled.

The 'mysterious man' who looked very much like Mostima gave him a thumbs up, his tone still arrogant:

"When it comes to Liberi appreciation, you all need to step aside, because you don't even know that besides black and white there is another absolutely unsolvable faction... bare legs!"

After that, the 'mysterious man' who looked like Mostima did not give anyone a chance to refute and said loudly:

“The so-called black and white are nothing more than a means of using external objects. Only bare legs can truly return to nature. The simplest way is the best!

You might as well imagine that in the dark night, next to the campfire, a Libori with gorgeous red feathers is sleeping soundly with its back to you, its legs slightly curled up, hugging itself.

The firelight shone on her fleshy legs, as if covering them with a layer of sacred light. Every change in light and shadow, every unconscious kick of her legs. Her long tail feathers spread beside her legs like a veil adorning the world's delicacies.

I ask you, who among you can bear it? I can’t bear it! I wish I could just pounce on her and lick her until her bones break! "

"Wow~"

Lemiaoan uttered a meaningful sigh.

Qi Yan trotted over, grabbed the handle of Remiaoan's wheelchair, and said hurriedly:

"What are you still sighing about? Run!"

Lemiaoan said nothing and tried his best to help push the wheel.

The mysterious man who looked like Mostima saw the two running away in panic and said proudly:

"You know you're doomed to fail, so you're planning to run away?"

Qi Yan turned around and said, "It's hard to say whether we lost or not, but you are definitely doomed, Mostima."

Mastema:?

She reacted suddenly, and her head almost left an afterimage as she looked behind her.

Behind the crowd, a red flash leaped high up, and its gorgeous red feathers fluttered in the wind, making their owner seem like a real phoenix burning with flames, or...

Like an angry red bird shot from a slingshot!

Fiammetta's face flushed red, her eyes filled with anger, and she raised the rifle in her hand as if it were a fire poker, and hit Mostima on the head before he could dodge.

Without any surprise, Mostima screamed and fell to the ground.

"No wonder you always run behind me every time I go to sleep!"

Fiammetta pointed at Mostima on the ground and said angrily: "I naively thought you were helping me protect my back, but it turns out that you are the same as Qi Yan!"

Qi Yan, who had already hidden to the side but was still accidentally injured, immediately cried out in injustice:

"How could I be as perverted as Xiao Mo? If it were me, I would choose the positive side!"

"Shut up, too!"

Fiammetta's rage escalated, and he used the rifle in his hand as a stick to smash it out.

The rifle circled in the air and hit Lei Miaoan's head accurately.

Lemiaoan:?

"I didn't do anything!"

She caught the fallen rifle with one hand and covered her forehead with the other hand, crying out for justice.

"Hmm..." Fiammetta was embarrassed. "I was so angry with these two that I subconsciously classified you into their faction."

Lemiaoan's face was tense, and he pretended to be angry:

"How can you think of me like this? If you were mine, I would definitely hold you in my arms, whether it's from the front or the back, I want you all!"

Fiammetta: “…”

Qi Yan poked his head out from behind the wheelchair and sighed:

"Why bother? Such a quarrel will only hurt the harmony. If outsiders see us, they will think we are short of birds.

I would say one for each person, and no one would be short of one."

He didn't give Fiammetta a chance to react, he raised his arms and shouted to the crowd watching:

"Everyone agrees, what we in Rutland lack the least is birds!"

Amidst a bunch of "ahs", the Sakotas cheered in unison.

"Teacher Qi Yan is right!"

"As expected of Teacher Qi Yan, he easily said something profound that we can't express!"

"Teacher Qi Yan, why don't you stay here and stay in Lateran? We need your guidance!"

Qi Yan raised his hands high to greet the cheers of many believers.

In a forgotten corner, Mostima crawled cautiously on the ground in the dark, trying to escape from the scene.

But the next second, the wheelchair rolled to her side, and Fiammetta's rifle was held by Lemion, with the muzzle against Mostima's butt.

"You've offended the Pope and you still want to escape?"

Lei Miaoan smiled and said, "Since you couldn't hold back your fun and jumped out, you might as well stay for a while. I believe the Pope and Qi Yan will be very happy."