Even Ke Wen didn't expect the clown to be so arrogant.

They all floated to him...

"Hee hee hee hee..."

The clown was not too serious about seeking death. He stood in front of Coven, tilted his head, stared at Coven and Ryze, and kept laughing.

It wasn't until Ryze was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take action, then the clown teleported away.

He probably sensed the magic rising in Ryze's body, so he didn't want to start a battle with a strong man like Ryze as soon as possible, which would disturb the fun of the game between him and the heroes on the street.

The Joker teleported to the vicinity of Vladimir, looked at LeBlanc and asked: "Is she the blood servant you raised? One of my tribe~"

"I don't have the courage to act like you do..."

Vladimir glanced at Coven covertly, and then said quietly: "Leblanc is my partner, and we have gotten along very well for hundreds of years."

"oh?"

The Joker looked at LeBlanc again. Now that he had the word 'hundreds of years', he would no longer treat LeBlanc as an ordinary magician.

But because of his sense of superiority as a demon, the Joker doesn't care how powerful LeBlanc is.

He laughed again and said to Vladimir like a policeman: "So, are you here to grab food?"

As he spoke, the aura of hostility gradually grew stronger from the clown.

Vladimir secretly cursed an idiot in his heart, and said in a bored tone: "I'm not as hungry as you! I just came over to take a look after feeling your breath, and I have no interest in intervening in your so-called hunting game! Besides!"

Vladimir raised his voice slightly as if on purpose.

He emphasized: "I am not a member of your race! I am a human being! My ability is inherited from the star spirit of death!"

"Hee hee hee hee..."

The clown smiled weirdly, and then he fiddled with the bell on the tip of his hat and said: "So we are the same race~ I am not a born devil. Before inheriting this power, I was just a poor, innocent creature.

Yeah, it’s just a puppet toy that’s unfortunate~”

He took a step closer with a sick look on his face.

When Vladimir retreated in disgust, the clown chuckled sadly: "Don't be so unhuman~ We are truly the same race. Compared to the one wearing a woman's skin, and that stinky catfish,

We should get closer~"

"certainly!"

The clown changed his face in a second, and his tone became dangerous. The boy stared at Vladimir and laughed softly: "The premise is that you can't interfere with my fun of the game!"

"rest assured."

Vladimir proudly clasped his hands behind his back.

He watched the battle on the street below, and said in a tone of gloating: "I don't have such childish hobbies as you. I only like to collect those noble human beings and make them into works of art before they deteriorate.

The noble humanity is preserved.”

"Eh hee hee hee..."

The clown licked his lips with satisfaction: "Then there will be no conflict between us, my kind~"

After saying that, he looked at LeBlanc again and asked in an expectant tone: "Woman, do you want to join my game? Don't worry, I will love you as much as I love Xiaona, and I will never let you get hurt~"

"I reject!"

LeBlanc responded coldly: "And I have a suggestion, you'd better know when enough is enough."

"Hehe, your words are really nice~"

The clown said something with a smile and suddenly disappeared in the next moment.

He blinked and appeared in front of LeBlanc, with the tip of his nose almost touching LeBlanc's nose.

At the same time, he grabbed the dagger in his hand and stabbed forward quickly, stabbing the poisoned dagger directly into LeBlanc's abdomen!

At this time, the clown looked very cruel!

Although he avoided LeBlanc's vital point, he turned his wrist and twisted the inside of LeBlanc's lower abdomen!

However, LeBlanc didn't even let out a scream.

She just tilted her head back slightly and gave the clown a teasing look.

The next moment, LeBlanc's figure suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared.

When she reappeared, LeBlanc had already stood on Vladimir's other side.

"Oh? Hahahaha~"

The clown laughed happily, and he immediately said to Vladimir: "Fellow, I can grant you a request, but I want her!"

The Joker pointed at LeBlanc, and said in a very expectant tone: "Look, the inheritance of phantom magic! I was too impulsive at the time! I shouldn't have killed the previous inheritor directly, but should have kept him to play with me.

Games, otherwise, I will have the joy of counting in these years~"

These words made LeBlanc's aura become dangerous.

Vladimir also glanced at the clown and said in a low voice: "Do you want to be my enemy?"

"I just want her anyway!"

The Joker continued to point at LeBlanc without any intention: "I need her counting clones to play with my clones! That will be many times more fun!"

"Then let's start a war."

Vladimir said coldly: "Anyway, there will be some chatting at the end of the year. In the future, I will focus on destroying your fun in the game."

These words made the clown's smile freeze.

He struggled a lot, but had no choice but to give up!

He just hopes to survive by hunting games. If Vladimir really intervenes, then he may never enjoy the fun of hunting and torture again.

Thinking of this, the clown's mood suddenly became strange!

"snort!"

He snorted heavily and let out a little of the devil's breath from his body.

But in order to avoid a real war with Vladimir, the Joker took back his aura and murderous intent.

He can only vent his anger!

No longer paying attention to Vladimir and LeBlanc, the Joker looked at Coven again!

"huh huh huh huh……"

He smiled sinisterly.

While walking forward slowly with an oppressive aura, the clown laughed in a low voice: "Wei and Baobao, right? I can smell their breath on you."

"so what?"

Coven said casually without looking back, still overlooking the battle on the street below.

The clown didn't notice.

Although in his perception, Ke Wen didn't have any extraordinary aura about him.

But if he can stand with that purple-skinned bald man who makes people feel dangerous, then I guess Lai Kewen has some abilities.

It is also appropriate for a capable person to show some arrogance.

So the clown didn't understand Coven's attitude.

He continued to smile evilly and said: "Those two little girls are quite capable, but I can see that they have not fully demonstrated their abilities, so I need your help~"

The clown slowly turned the dagger in his hand and said in a kind tone: "Don't worry, kid, I won't let you die right away~"

"You will only be slightly injured at first~"

The clown made a slit with his little finger.

"I need you to fuel their anger."

His voice became very expectant: "That way, they can use all their strength to let me enjoy the fun of this game~"

Hearing this, Kewen finally withdrew his gaze.

He raised one eyebrow and squinted at the clown who continued to approach.

"Kevin?"

Ryze's voice sounded.

He asked in a voice that seemed to be suppressing a smile: "Do you need me to do anything? It's very late, and everyone is on their way here. I think it's better to end the chaos here as soon as possible. After all, there is still tomorrow.

What about the competition?"

He pointed to Galen, who was roaring and fighting below the street: "I'm worried that it will affect the players' performance tomorrow."

These words made Ke Wen hesitate.

He looked back at the street below and said with a slightly helpless tone, "But the girls haven't learned their lesson yet."
To be continued...