People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"Oh~ so are you familiar with her?" Zooey narrowed her eyes, and while talking to Mu Bai, she shifted her gaze to Diana.

The latter suddenly felt a great pressure.

The protoss are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, and the twilight protoss are the protoss standing in the first echelon.

"You climbed up with her?" Zooey asked again.

"Yes." Mu Bai said frankly, "Miss Diana helped me a lot along the way."

"a lot of?"

"a lot of."

"More than I helped?"

"This... it's [-]-[-]."

"The same amount?!" Zooey was anxious, "No way! I must help more!"

Seeing the unconvinced look on Little Lolita's face, Mubai suddenly had an evil idea in his heart - to use the other party's comparison mentality to call Tarek out.

"If you help me call out the protector protoss, then you will help more than Diana."

As soon as the words fell, Diana showed a look of contempt—how could such a low-level aggressive method be fooled by the Twilight Protoss.

"Are you trying to trick me into helping you with something? You're so bad..." Sure enough, Zooey puffed up her cheeks in displeasure.

But the next moment, she showed a dog-licking smile again, "But I only like naughty boys like you~"

Diana's eyes twitched.

She always feels that "bad" is not the point, but "you are like this" is the point...

"Then do you want to help me?" Mu Bai was also a little embarrassed.He suddenly wanted to say something: What exactly do you like about me, can I change it?

"Of course I want to help." Zoe smiled, "And this time it's free~!"

After speaking, she glanced at Diana again.

As long as you can compare that white-haired girl, how about helping for free?This is called propaganda!

"I'm going to start."

Zoe mobilized her magic power and tapped her finger, the space in front of her was instantly torn apart, and a portal appeared out of thin air.

Then, a burly man immediately fell out of the portal.

Simple and rude, and efficient.

Chapter 41 Coercion from Senior Zoe

Tariq had three hobbies in his life: discovering beautiful things, protecting beautiful things and appreciating beautiful things.

Likewise, he has three great dislikes: beautiful things being buried, beautiful things being destroyed, and being disturbed while admiring beautiful things.

And now, there is someone who is not good at bothering him when he is admiring beautiful things.

One second he was admiring his collection, and the next second he was suddenly transported to this messy, unaesthetic broken mountaintop.

In this case, no matter how good-tempered he is, he will inevitably get angry.

It's time for people to recall the Wrath of the Protector Protoss!

The Protector Protoss can protect anyone and destroy anyone!

"Who is bothering me?" Tariq quickly got up from the ground, his sturdy body gleaming with crystal light.

He held no weapon in his hand, but that fierce gaze was more terrifying than any weapon.

He looked at Mu Bai who was closest to him.

"You sent me here?"

"No, I don't know how to transmit magic." Mu Bai shook his head and said frankly.

"I hope you didn't lie... I hate lies, because they are not beautiful at all." Tariq looked at the other party for a while, and the anger in his heart was reduced a lot.

This man looks good...he thought, his appearance can be rated as more than eight points, which can be regarded as beautiful...his sword also looks very good, the shape is very beautiful, and it can be rated at nine point five.

"That's you? Luna Protoss?" Tariq turned his gaze to Diana again.He was seeing her for the first time, but he recognized the protoss energy in her.

"No, I don't know how to transmit magic either." Diana also shook her head.

"Ok?"

Tariq was a little confused.If it's neither that mortal nor the Bright Moon Star Spirit, who else could it be?Could it be that some of them are lying?

Just as Tariq was thinking secretly, a slightly immature voice sounded behind him:

"It's me, Zoe."

That familiar name made Tariq tremble.

He turned around slowly, and he really saw that cute little girl with different pupils.

"What, do you have an opinion?" Zooey asked with a frown.

"No, no...Senior Twilight Protoss..." Tarek's arrogance disappeared instantly, like a wolf meeting a tiger around a corner.

Wolves are not weak, but tigers are stronger.

He, Tarik, has only been a protoss protector for a few years, how dare he challenge senior Zoe who has been a protoss for hundreds of years?

Does life 8 need to be spicy?

Regardless of seniority, the Twilight Protoss is far more powerful than his protector, the Protoss.

However, these issues such as strength and qualifications are not the most critical factors for him to submit to Zoe. The most important thing is...he admires Zoe from the bottom of his heart.

Because Zoe is very good-looking and has a good personality-free and easy, unruly, and free, just like a romantic astral poet.He considered her a rare treasure in the world, an absolute beauty.

"Is there anything you want from me?" Tariq's tone was very respectful.

"I don't have one, but there are people I like." Zooey looked at Mu Bai while talking.

She deliberately bit the word "like" very hard, as if reminding Tariq to be more respectful.

Otherwise... hum, the free fall package is ready for you at any time.

"Understood, I understand..." Tariq wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to Mubai, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"You can just call me Mubai, my respected protector Protoss." Mubai bowed slightly, first put his posture in the position of a seeker, and then continued:

"I have an ascendant friend who lost his mind because of being bewitched by a witch spirit. I hope you can help him regain his mind."

Hearing this, Tariq nodded thoughtfully.

Although he was a Demacian warrior before becoming the protector of the Protoss, he had heard a little about the Ascended—it is said that those warriors who absorbed the energy of the sun were very beautiful.

Perhaps from the perspective of normal human aesthetics, the Ascenders are a bit... out of shape, but from the perspective of appreciation, they are perfect works of art.

"Is your Ascender friend good-looking?" Tariq suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"This..." After thinking for a moment, Mu Bai shook his head, and then gave the other party a rough description of Renekton's appearance.

A complete Ascendant is indeed quite handsome, but a half-ascended Ascendant like Nasus and Renekton... I can't really praise her in terms of appearance alone.

Sure enough, Tariq frowned after listening to the description.

He didn't like Renekton's appearance and personality very much.

Regardless of whether he can help this favor, he himself doesn't really want to help...

Tariq touched his nose and subconsciously looked at Zooey.

The latter seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and immediately said: "Don't look at me, you decide for yourself. Although I am partial to Mubai, I will not force you to do what you don't want to do."

After a slight pause, she added, "Even if I want to force you, I will force you to cut your hair first."

"Longer hair is more romantic..." Tariq smiled sheepishly.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Mu Bai with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was thinking about something.

Mu Bai subconsciously moved back half a step.

This look... a bit scary...

After all, some people outside said that Tariq is a...ahem...

After a while, Tariq finally spoke, "I can try to help your friend regain his sanity, but I have one condition."

"Well... you said..." Mu Bai hid beside Diana.

"I want you to lend me your sword," Tariq said.

"Sword?" Mu Bai looked at the Seraph's blade pinned to his waist, "This one?"

"Yes. Just lend me a few days."

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Enjoy it. Your sword is beautiful, I like it very much."

"That's not a problem..." Mu Bai immediately unbuttoned the button, and handed the Seraph's blade together with the scabbard to the other party.

But he forgot one very important thing.

Seraph Blade has a passive called "Loyalty" - similar to Thor's sledgehammer.

Tariq, who didn't know it, stretched out his hand happily, and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Then Mubai let go.

Then, Taric fell to the ground along with Seraph Blade.

Judging from the muffled sound, it was a good head.

"What's going on...?" Tariq was firmly held down by the hilt of the Seraph Blade, unable to move.

With a height of nearly two meters and a body full of tendons, he couldn't lift a long sword weighing more than ten kilograms. Those who didn't know thought he was acting in a mime.

"Sorry, sorry, my sword... is a bit heavy." Mu Bai easily picked up the Seraph's blade, and then inserted it into the ground.

If Taric wants to appreciate Seraph's Blade, he'll probably have to sit here forever...

Chapter 42 Sungirl's Revenge Plan

Tariq once wrote such a sentence in his diary:

[The strongest weapon must be the most beautiful. 】

He believes in the power of "beauty".

Therefore, when he was overwhelmed by the Seraph's blade, instead of being angry, he showed a happy smile - this sword surpassed all weapons he had ever seen.

This is the most beautiful, the best and the most powerful thing!

"This sword...does it have a name?" Tariq squatted on the ground, carefully looking at the engravings on the hilt and scabbard, his eyes full of appreciation.

Of course, it is only limited to appreciation.

He wouldn't do such shameless things as stealing other people's things.

"Yes." Mu Bai replied, "It's called 'Seraph's Blade'."

"Blade of the Seraphim..." Tariq repeated the name of the long sword in a low voice. He became more and more satisfied as he watched it, and he didn't even want to look away when he spoke:

"I accepted this deal—I'll help you heal the lost Ascendant, and you can lend me the Seraph Blade to admire for a few days."

Hearing this, Mu Bai was a little surprised, "Well... I must remind you first, you can't handle this sword."

"Because it's heavy?"

"This is just one of the reasons... More importantly, this sword has its owner, and only I can pick it up."

"Oh?"

Tariq suddenly became interested, stood up directly, and grasped the hilt of the sword again.

All the veins on his thick arms were bulging, and the already obvious muscle lines became more exaggerated, giving him a somewhat free air.

"Ho—!" With a roar, Tarek directly used [-]% of his strength.

But the blade of Seraphim did not move at all.