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Chapter 1210

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Three black vines grew crazily from the ground, and successfully trapped Bolton, Lancome, and Ignatsu, who suddenly sped up, crashed into Bolton like a meatball.

The tall and skinny Bolton was entangled, and could not cast any spells in time. He could only watch as Ignatsu crashed into him and fell to the ground.

"Little Tyrant, right? Today, I will be the one who punches Little Tyrant!" Ignatsu rolled on the ground, and jumped up nimbly. He rode on Bolton's neck, and punched him twice in the face.

The members of the Little Tyrant Gang in the alley were still in a state of confusion. How did this bloated little fatty suddenly tie up the gang leader and the Left Emissary? How did he suddenly speed up, knock Little Tyrant down, and ride on him to attack crazily?

"Is Ignatsu that brave?" Daphne, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, opened her mouth slightly. Her little face was full of shock, and she could not believe that this was the Ignatsu she knew.

"Ah!!! Catch this little fatty and beat him up! "Bolton yelled as he recovered from the shock after being punched twice.

The other primary school students also reacted, and went forward to pull Ignatsu away. However, the black vines were too tough. They did not have any knives on them, so they could only watch helplessly.

On the other hand, after Ignatsu was pulled away, he was punched and kicked. Although he tried his best to wave his chubby little hands, it was in vain. He kept retreating, and even had a nosebleed.

"Y-you guys, stop hitting him!" Daphne was so anxious that she wanted to rush forward.

"We don't hit girls, but don't barge into our men's world. This is not something you can interfere in." A tall and skinny boy stood in front of Daphne, and directly blocked her way with a serious face.

Daphne tried to break through, but she could not get through. She could only stand there and watch anxiously as Ignatsu was beaten up.

"Oh, right. Amy gave me the Cloud Piercing Arrow!" Daphne suddenly thought of something. She felt around in her bag and took out a small stick the length of a chopstick. She looked at everyone and said solemnly, "If you don't stop, I'm going to call for help!"

The alley suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the small stick in Daphne's hand and then burst into laughter.

"Go ahead. I'd like to see who you can call." Bolton, who was helped up from the ground, moved his wrist, and aimed his wand at Ignatsu. He sneered, "Little fatty, how dare you hit my face? I'm going to turn you into a pig's head today."

"A Cloud Piercing Arrow, and an army of thousands will come to meet me!" Daphne repeated the command that Amy had taught her before, and then twisted the bottom of the stick.

Swish!

Bang!

A fiery red firework rose into the sky and then exploded in the sky, turning into a bright fireball.

"It can really be released?" The members of the Little Tyrant Gang looked up at the fireball in the sky with a surprised expression. Their gang was still at the level of shouting when calling for help. They didn't expect this little girl to be able to use such a high-level signal flare.

"She's just bluffing. If she could really call for help, why would she wait until now?" Bolton pursed his lips, and a hint of envy flashed across his eyes as he looked at the fireball. He definitely wouldn't be able to create such an advanced item at his current level. Then, he looked at Ignatsu again, and chanted a spell. His pink wand lit up with a faint pink glow. He pointed it at Ignatsu, and shouted, "Transform, pink piggy!"

This was the spell that Bolton was famous for. It could use magic to turn someone's head into a pig's head, but it wouldn't cause any substantial damage to the target. However, being pointed at by others after becoming a pig's head was not as comfortable as being beaten up.

Ignatsu's eyes widened.

"No!" Daphne exclaimed.

The members of the Little Tyrant Gang had expectant smiles on their faces. The little fatty's body shape and a pink piggy head should be a good match.

"Reflect, reflect!"

At this moment, a soft voice sounded from above everyone.

A multi-faceted prism made of ice suddenly appeared around Ignatsu, who was surrounded by everyone. The pink light beam released by Bolton landed on the prism, and instantly refracted into dozens of pink light beams that flew in all directions and landed on the members of the gang.

"Ah!!!"

Everyone exclaimed as their heads were shrouded in pink fog. After a while, the fog dissipated, and all the members of the Little Tyrant Gang in the alley had turned into pink piggy heads. There were slight differences according to the size of their heads.

Ignatsu, who had already closed his eyes and accepted his fate, opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw the piggy heads around him. What's going on?

"There are so many pink piggies." Daphne smiled as she looked at the piggy heads in the alley.

"M-my head …" Bolton was still tied up, but he could already see his unusual pink nose. He couldn't help but exclaim. Who knew what that ice wall was?

"Sorry, I'm late." At this moment, a figure flapping a pair of invisible wings descended from the sky and said apologetically, "I'm sorry.

"Amy! You're finally here. "Daphne immediately jumped into Amy's arms, and said excitedly.

"My big sister, you're finally here. I was almost beaten to death …" Ignatsu finally heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground. He looked at the piggy heads around him, and said with a silly smile, "But the Little Tyrant Gang seems to have become the Piggy Gang now."

"It's her! It's her! Our little hero … "

The members of the Little Tyrant Gang were shocked when they saw Amy descending from the sky. She left a deep impression on them when she single-handedly defeated the imperial magic caster team that came to challenge them.

However, Ignatsu's words made them facepalm again …

It's over now. The prestige that the Little Tyrant Gang had accumulated over the past three years is all gone now.

Bolton looked at Amy and swallowed his saliva. He didn't dare to move.

She was someone who could take on a mid-tier magic caster single-handedly. He was only a 2nd-tier magic caster who didn't know any offensive magic. He had no right to jump in front of her.

"Good girl." Amy patted Daphne's head lovingly. Then, she looked at the members of the Little Tyrant Gang in the alley. She stretched out her right hand, and a ball of purplish-gold flame danced slowly in her palm. She asked cutely, "Anyone else?"

"Plop."

The tied-up Bolton's legs went soft, and he knelt down in front of Amy on the spot. He said sincerely, "Please accept us, Big Sister Amy. We, the Little Tyrant Gang, are willing to follow you through life and death!"

Seeing this, the members of the Little Tyrant Gang hesitated for a moment before they also half-knelt on the ground, and said in unison, "We're willing to follow you!"

"Follow me?" A hint of doubt appeared on Amy's face. She stared at them for a while, and then shook her head. "No, you're too weak."

Everyone looked at each other. Compared to Amy, they were indeed very weak …

"Little Bean Sprout, come to my house for dinner today. It's almost time. Let's hurry, "Amy said to Ignatsu. Seeing that no one had any intention of resisting, she suddenly felt a little bored.

"Let's go to your house for dinner!" Ignatsu, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up. He picked up the school bag that was thrown aside, carried it on his back, and ran excitedly toward the entrance of the alley.

The three children gradually disappeared into the sunset.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Lancôme said with a long face. The Little Tyrant Gang's reputation had been completely lost this time.

"Since Big Sister Amy doesn't like us now, then we have to work harder in our cultivation. We have to reach a level where we can make her like us as soon as possible," Bolton said with a determined gaze.



At the entrance of the restaurant, Meg looked at the fully-armed Connie and reminded her, "Be careful on your way back. Send the things to the Bastie Prison, then hand them over to their deputy warden, Sir Rex. You can come back after that."

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