Chapter 125: Dead Hand
Where did this meat come from? Of course, it fell from the small leather skirt. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
At this moment, he was stabbed with a stick, from the back to the chest, completely penetrated, and even pulled out a piece of flesh.
Fortunately, it's not the location of the heart, otherwise it's roasting the heart now, and that scene seems a little bloody when you think about it.
The whole person in the little leather skirt drooped, blood spread from the corners of his mouth, and he hung his head, not knowing if he was dead.
The stick in his body stirred up again, and the stupid man was quite ruthless.
Han Youran looked up at the legs of the little leather skirt that had changed, feeling that it couldn't be so simple, and the most important thing was that the power that was stalemate with her had not disappeared.
So he swung his scythe again and shouted at the man, "Kill you!" ā
The man didn't hesitate, but after he opened his mouth to read, the rod that was still inserted in the body of the little leather skirt began to thicken again.
Han Youran's scythe also slashed the leg of the little leather skirt again, this time it was still not cut, but it cut some cracks on it.
Han Youran kept moving, and slashed through it with another sickle, and the stick on it almost disemboweled!
But seeing that the sickle was about to be cut again, the leg that had always been in a stalemate with Han Youran was suddenly raised, and then fell again, and the sickle slashed against the soles of Han Youran's feet, and before he could leave completely, he was trampled on by the small leather skirt.
At the same time, on the top of the thickened stick, a white bone hand was pressed, and although the difference in size was obvious, the rod did not become thicker again.
The head of the little leather skirt that had been hanging down was raised suddenly, and the sound of crunching bones made people's teeth ache.
"Your time of death has come!" The little leather skirt said coldly.
However, a light green light full of vitality suddenly spread from the sky, Han Youran only felt a shock all over his body, and there seemed to be a lot of inexhaustible strength in his body, and even his spirit and spirit felt a lot more shaken.
Unlike her, the little leather skirt that had just been domineering was illuminated by this green light, and the whole person hummed in pain.
Hearing the sound of the little leather skirt, Han Youran remembered what was going on, this should be the old lady's ability, and she finally used it!
She guessed correctly, at this time, the old lady was standing behind Kim Cheol-hee, with her eyes closed, her hands folded, and the whole person looked very peaceful.
The green light came from the rosary that was constantly pounded in the old lady's hand.
Although this healing light came a little late, it was still very useful.
The wound on the arm of the man who was with Han Youran, the blood that was still bleeding before, now it seems to be gone, like a big aunt who is about to die, and he feels slowly refreshed.
"Gotta something! It's all dead! The man mocked the little leather skirt with a painful face, and then muttered, and the suppressed rod began to thicken again, and not only that, but many sharp thorns appeared on the face of the stick, piercing into the flesh of the little leather skirt.
On the other side, Han leisurely withdrew the foot that had been stalemate with the little leather skirt downward, as soon as she moved, there was a gap, and with a turn of the wrist, the sickle stood up, and the little leather skirt that had been working it couldn't contain its strength for a while, and the whole person fell down, and the sole of the foot was really on the blade of the sickle.
The bones on the soles of his feet cracked and cracked.
But the little leather skirt was ruthless, not only did she not retract her strength, but she increased her strength, stepped on the sickle and went down wildly, Han Youran stretched her legs, and split horizontally.
With a flick of his other hand, he also held the sickle, and with both hands, he pulled the green tendons on his neck and yelled, "Ha!! ā