It pointed at Mr. Kuang's nose vividly: "I'm telling you, I'm not a ghost. My name is Qiaoqiao, and I am a wise and energetic soul, and you can also call me a super invincible and cute elf in the universe, but I am by no means a ghost. ”

As he spoke, it spun in a few turns.

It looks pretty good in a grass skirt woven by itself from leaves and rattan.

It's just that there are no legs, which looks quite weird.

After Xia Fan came here and found out that there was movement inside, in order to prevent this despicable and weird guy from escaping in the same way, he had already arranged a secret master, that is, Qiaoqiao.

Sure enough, it played a very big role.

Mr. Kuang sneered and said sharply: "Xia Fan, do you think you can trap me in this way? ”

As he spoke, he slapped his palms on the ground, and the whole person jumped.

At the same time, many miserable green flames erupted from him.

This kind of flame is like some kind of energy accelerant, since it can turn Niu Bi into a powerful ghost, and now it can also continuously improve Mr. Kuang's skills.

He roared, and even spat out an astonishing flame from his mouth.

His whole face was distorted, like a crooked melon and cracked dates, becoming extremely hideous and vicious, some like Zhong Kui on a New Year's painting.

However, he is much more evil than Zhong Kui.

Then he jerked up a hand.

Before he knew it, his hand was swollen four or five times as much, and it was also burning with a miserable green flame.

Then, he grabbed the pretty girl dancing in the air.

The whole body moved with it, and it was incredibly fast.

Pretty was taken aback, and it was too late to dodge.

All of a sudden, he slapped him on the ground, like a fly.

Qiao Qiao let out a miserable scream, although it was an energy condensation, but she also fell and her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and nosebleeds flowed out.

Mr. Kuang smirked.

"If you dare to slap me twice, then I will beat you too! You can only slap me in the face, I can slap you to death. ”

The other hand was also raised high, and it turned into the size of a grinding disc.

If this is going to be filmed, it is estimated that he will be photographed into meat sauce.

"I'll shoot you to death first, and then I'll toss that kid to death. If you don't force me to use a big move, even if it is extremely depleting of myself, I will not hesitate to do it. ”

Just as his millstone-sized slap was about to hit Qiaoqiao's body, suddenly a dark red stick flew over.

With a bang, it hit him on the head.

The energy brought out by this was very huge, and it smashed his head to pieces at once, and blood and ** poured out.

Suddenly, the guy who was fierce just now turned back to his original state, and fell to the ground with a thud.

He raised his two hands that had returned to normal size, but were constantly bleeding, covered his blood-gushing head, and looked at Xia Fan incredulously.

"What are you using? Why did you smash my head all at once? I tried my best to consume the power condensed by my strong life force, but you ...... But you broke up all at once?!!"

Xia Fan withdrew the short evil dragon stick, and saw that it was clean and clean, and there was no blood at all.

Sure enough, it's a magical stick.

He carried a hint of sarcasm.

"As far as your messy three-legged cat kung fu is embarrassed to fight with me, let me tell you, my master's ability is beyond your imagination. ”

At this time, Qiaoqiao had already gotten up and flew into the air.

It looked left and right, and actually grabbed a large piece of heavy cement prefabricated slab from the side, easily lifted it high, and then smashed it at Mr. Kuang.

Qiao Qiao shouted loudly: "Stinky bastard, swatt me like a fly, you think your aunt won't shoot you!"

With a bang, the cement prefabricated slab smashed on Mr. Kuang.

Only his feet were still twitching slightly, but soon they didn't move, and large streams of blood poured out of them.

Xia Fan was dumbfounded, angry and anxious: "I said what are you doing with this girl? I don't want to kill him yet, and I have to ask him where he came from." This guy is very deep, and his background is definitely not shallow, and he may be able to provide me with a lot of secrets. ”

Pretty stuck out her tongue and stuck out her head, although she was a little embarrassed, but she was still justified: "But I said master, you can't live long if you smash his head, and it's better to end his life like this than to let him suffer." You can't be so cruel, if you're curious about those secrets, I'll be responsible for inquiring about you in the future. ”

As it spoke, it patted its little chest, and it was still a little shaky.

Xia Fan looked at its upper body, which was not much better than Fei's Airport, and suddenly thought that he hadn't properly reformed its body.

Alas, I almost forgot, forget it, let's talk about it later.

He looked at the amount of blood gushing out from under the prefabricated cement slabs, and he already knew that this guy must be burping.

When he turned his head suddenly, he saw that the bodyguards and Deng Bufan had disappeared.

He hurriedly ran into the villa next to him and rummaged up and down, but he couldn't find the figures.

Speaking of which, although the guy who died just now was one of the masterminds, Deng Bufan was even more of the masterminds.

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have done so much.

This guy is really clever enough, and he doesn't know where to run.

Xia Fan tried some ways but couldn't find him, and he estimated that this kid also had some protective weapons.

Xia Fan touched his nose, not too depressed.

After all, this kid also has a name and surname in Daya City, so if it's a big deal, go directly to his house.

He took Qiaoqiao back and looked at the large swaths of blood flowing from under the prefabricated cement slabs.

Suddenly, my heart moved.

He crouched beside him with the dragon stick, and put it in his blood.

Soon, the evil dragon stick in his hand squirmed, and it vaguely softened.

It didn't take long for it to make a gurgling sound.

Even the whole stick squirmed slightly, like a throat that was drinking water.

It sucked all the blood in, even the blood that had been stained with sand and dust was sucked away, leaving only dust back to its original appearance.

Xia Fan opened the cement prefabricated slab curiously, and was suddenly startled again.

The poor unfortunate ghost has become a dried corpse, and it has done it very thoroughly.

Xia Fan raised his foot curiously and kicked it, and it turned into flying ashes.

Boss Xia shook his head and blew hard.

Suddenly, the whole dried corpse turned into smoke and dissipated without a trace, as if the person had never appeared.

Xia Fan stared at the evil dragon stick in a daze, and found that it had completely returned to its original state.

Although it is still the original dark red, it faintly exudes a strange and demonic aura.

Xia Fan played with this stick that looked similar to a burning stick, but was full of terrifying power.

He couldn't help muttering, "What the hell are you? Why do you like to suck blood so much? It can't be really a 10,000-year-old vampire reincarnation, right?"

As he spoke, he was also a little uneasy, so he came up with an idea.