Otherworldly Merchant

The T-shirt man picked up his sword and showed a very disgusting look on his face. Eight Chinese swords were contaminated with filth. The power of lightning has been temporarily sealed and can only be used as a normal weapon.

I suddenly discovered that it wasn't just the cows that disappeared, it was the rats in the jar, only the bloody jar was still intact on the ground. I don't know how this guy pulled the pussy out of it, and it's still under our noses?

I asked Taiyu, "Didn't you just see someone? ”

Tai-yu stared innocently: “No, I've been chased by disgusting rats. I don't have time for anything else. ”

The barbarian bull is probably dead, in case an opponent gets some kind of autopsy, then I'm dead. Dogs up. I told the T-shirt man about my concerns, and the T-shirt man shook his head: "I don't think so. They just retrieved the body. ”

“Reclaim the body?” I'm a little weird.

“Twelve Dead Shaw is the secret weapon of Longquan Hills. They definitely don't want to expose the identity of the organization, even if they die, they have to take the body away…" explains the T-shirt man.

“And who is it this time?” I asked.

The T-shirt man's face suddenly sank and he whispered: "As long as it's not that guy! ”

I was curious, from previous confrontations, that the Twelve Dead Shaw, though evil and acting strangely, was not strong enough to deal with it. Are they uneven, with particularly powerful opponents in them?

At this moment, a sad, desperate cry came into my ear. Turns out the boss's mother woke up and held the boss's body for a moment and howled.

I was a little intolerant, I used to persuade her a few words, people could not be brought back to life, but I could compensate for her shop. After all, Twelve Dead Shaw came after me, and I have a responsibility.

I just said I was going to compensate her. The boss suddenly burst into tears on me. The boss was only 25 or 6 years old, and I didn't measure it carefully before. It was only then that I found her full-bodied, sexy face with a delicate melon seed, when a pair of big white rabbits pressed against my chest, which made me a little embarrassed.

I comforted her and said, "Madam Boss, you have my condolences, we will go beyond your husband and bless him for a good life. ”

“Master, thank you so much. My shop has been destroyed. I'm afraid there's nowhere to go tonight. Can I ask you for a lift? My house is in a small village nearby.” The boss pleaded.

I was embarrassed for a while and I didn't know if I was going to say yes to her, but I had to ask the T-shirt guy with my eyes.

In the second I look back, I see a fat, rolling man walking around, like a walking ball, almost equal in length. According to theory, fat people usually have white skin, but his skin is black as a pot bottom, but seeing the fat man's expression exaggerated, “Wow, how can there be dead people here, so scared! ”

I was wondering, does this fat guy look weird? Is he really just a passerby?

The T-shirt man suddenly pointed at him with a sword and said coldly: "Fat pig, stop pretending, tell the guy who's hiding in the dark to come out and die! ”

Fat pig?

I implicitly noticed that there was a yin gas nearby, which was comparable in intensity to the ghost king's level of yin spirits. Shit, it looks like this time it's more powerful than all the previous ones.

Fat pig raised his hand scared up. Wow, he shouted: “Taoist, don't point the sword at him. He's scared to death. ”

“Pretend, you keep pretending!” The T-shirt man looked at him with cold eyes.

The fat pig revealed his face: “I was just ordered to do things. In fact, the little man really didn't want to be an enemy to you two, it was the solemn master who ordered it...”

The fat pig approached the T-shirt man as he spoke, his face was always covered with greasy smiles, and the T-shirt man held the eight-sided sword vigilantly and did not relax his vigilance.

When Jianfeng was only a few centimeters away from Fat Pig's throat, he stopped and squeezed his eyebrows and said: “I really don't like to fight anymore, I just want to kill you so I can have a good night snack! ”

The T-shirt man sneered: "You'd better go to the Yin Cao Dynasty and have reunion dinner with your brothers. ”

Fat pig grinned: “I'd rather rip out your eyes and Zhang Jiulin's... Hot pot! ”

After saying the word "hot pot”, the fat pig suddenly pulled a shiny watermelon knife out of his back and chopped it off the T-shirt man's wrist. The T-shirt man backhanded a sword, shook his knife, and the fat pig fell to the ground, then rolled and stood up again, as if he were an undoubted man.

I've never seen such a strange and different adversary in my life. If this man didn't follow Dragon Springs, he'd probably go to the acting world to be a laughing star.

The fat pig's face was full of laughter, his hands were raised and the watermelon knife was cut wildly towards the T-shirt man, an unruly technique that the T-shirt man could hardly see in his eyes. He put the fat pig down several times, but every time the fat pig stood up in a roll, he couldn't resist to continue fighting. I thought he had a watermelon knife in his hand, but he cut it off a few times, so it was everywhere.

“The Taoist mayor is so awesome, the dwarf is downwind! ”

Say it, the fat pig rolled, spinning like a meatball, and the knife in his hand danced into a silver light as his body spinned. I'm horrified. What kind of trick is this? Is this really Herr's famous Dragon Springs assassin?

The fat pig, who has been transformed into a meat gyro, spins around the body of a T-shirt man, a trick that is strange but really hard to deal with. The T-shirt man drank hard, won the risk and stabbed the fat pig in the throat with a sword.

The spinning fat pig suddenly stopped and lay on the floor with his hands around his neck, expressing unusual pain. But I could see at first glance that he was acting, because the sword didn't stick in his body at all, and the sword body bent slightly.

Does this guy know about gold clock covers and iron shirts?

“The Taoist stabbed me with a sword, and I also stabbed him with a sword!” Come on, fat pig suddenly reached out and grabbed the Eight Sided Chinese Sword, and the watermelon knife in the other hand cut off towards the T-shirt man's wrist.

I yelled, "Hatsukichi, watch out! ”

The T-shirt man dropped his eight-sided sword and jumped backwards, chanting the truth in his mouth, and a blue light appeared on his body. He was no longer going to fight the fat pig closely and wanted to use the spell to get rid of him.

The fat pig threw an eight-sided Chinese sword in his hand, his left hand snapped a few times in his throat, and then sprayed an obscene arrow through his throat. The T-shirt man hurriedly retreated, the method was interrupted and the blue light on his body quickly dissipated.

The ink-green juice that fat pigs sprayed on the ground. Don't know what it was? It bubbles straight, and there are things like undigested toad legs, guts, and blood clots that are disgusting for a while.

The fat pig wiped his mouth. “I'm sick and hungry again. Give me your meat, Taoist! ”

Go ahead, copy the watermelon knife again. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fat pigs don't know what kind of evil technique they can cultivate. Once they use the technique, they throw out a piece of filth to forcibly interrupt.

The two of them were fighting each other, and a shady voice said: "Fat pig, can you really not help me? ”

The fat pig gasped and said: "Golden Dragon, how many times have I told you, don't call me fat pig, call me skinny. ”

“I'm gonna say, you fat pig! You fat pig!” That shady voice.

“I'll kill you when I get back! Take your head for the night pot. ”

The fat pig shouted, the knife was more messy, the T-shirt man was faster, and the blades of the two soldiers burst into a spark in the middle of the sky.

“I'm here to help!” At this point, a big man flew off the roof with his hands wrapped around his chest and a sip of coffin under his feet, and I was shocked, what a way to play.