A short and fat man suddenly appeared at the door of the room, with a pair of black stockings on his face, black clothes, black pants and black shoes, and his whole body was black from top to bottom, full of characters who played dead corpses in movies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the door had been knocked on for nearly half an hour, and the harmful gases in the room had been diluted very thinly, and there was no threat to people at all.

As soon as he entered the room, the man looked around, and when he saw the situation in the room, he was overwhelmed.

"Brother Zhu! Brother Zhu ......"

After a few soft calls, the shadow turned around and poked out the door quickly, then bent down to look under the bed.

"Where?" The short and fat man swept his gaze under the bed and wondered, "What's going on?" It was good just now, but the person suddenly disappeared. ”

Suddenly, he flicked his body, struck in the air, and shot like an arrow at the door.

As soon as he touched the door frame, his body folded violently, and "boom" hit two punches in the air in a row.

Two strong air currents suddenly blew through the room, and the hanging lights kept shaking.

If there is someone in the room, his escape will inevitably attract the pursuit of the other party, and his last turn is to suddenly kill the enemy, and he has a great chance of taking down the pursuing enemy by surprise.

It's a pity that he didn't meet an ordinary fighter or an ordinary barbarian witch, but a guy who fought unambiguously.

When the man landed on the ground, his face was pale, his body was already shaky, and he staggered backwards, his back soon touching the wall.

"Barbarian!"

His lips trembled, he desperately spat out two words, and then he fell to the sky.

Yi Ping stood next to the bed next to the wall, looking at each other coldly, and on the side above his head, Xiao Huang stared at the figure with a pair of big orange eyes, viciously.

"It's quite clever, if you face an ordinary fighter, you may succeed. However, when it comes to dealing with barbarian witches, you're still tender. Yi Ping said blandly.

Before the fallen body touched the ground, Yi Ping suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed one of the person's feet, twisted it fiercely, the other party was in pain, and in a semi-comatose state, he subconsciously turned over.

Yi Ping lifted his foot up, and then fell from the air like a stick like lightning, slamming into the opponent's back.

"Boom"

The man was smashed like a stone falling from the air, slamming into the concrete floor.

Seeing that the guy hit the ground like a bag of sandbags and bounced it, Yi Ping dragged him in, and then flipped his wrist, facing him face up.

The man's eyes were closed, his mouth was half open, and the blood spat out of his mouth had soaked half of his face with his stockings.

"It's cool now." Looking at the fat man who had fainted, Yi Ping said in a low voice, not caring if the other party could still hear it.

If three strikes and five are divided by two, Yi Ping will tie the hands and feet of the next person, and then kick the other party into the bottom of the bed.

Xiao Zi came out of the man's head like a wisp of smoke, blinked, and flew around the room, very proud.

Yi Ping glanced at it, nodded, and disappeared from the room in a flash, and when he reappeared, Yi Ping was holding a pale, shivering guy with closed eyes in his hand.

"Humph!" Yi Ping directly threw the other party to the ground, then lowered his shirt, circled it into a ball, rolled it up a few times, and then ripped off the other party's trouser belt.

In less than a minute, Yi Ping tied it up.

This guy who was deranged from the abuse of the ghost baby was immediately brutally sent under the bed to accompany the man just now.

After doing this, Yi Ping breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the direction of the trail through the wall.

"There was a woman who came with me, and it seemed that they were confident that they would be able to eat me. Hum! I really thought I was a mud guy. ”

Yi Ping snorted and slowly walked towards the door.

At the moment when he stepped on the door, Yi Ping's figure flickered, like a bolt of lightning and swooped down on a tree more than thirty meters away.

Silently, after a few roundabouts and a few distances, Yi Ping circled around and came to the bottom of a large rock about ten or thirty meters high on the mountain behind the library.

At the top of the stone, a female voice was softly humming the song of Yonghua: "...... The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you...... Treat me like a treasure in the palm of your hand......"

Yi Ping showed a slight mockery, the night before yesterday he used a "too soft heart" to paralyze Zhang Haofang, and then beat him to the point that he didn't know who he was, but he didn't expect to meet a woman who really likes to sing this time.

Suddenly, as soon as the singing stopped, the person above spat lightly, cleared his throat, and continued to hum.

Yi Ping glanced left and right, he didn't know much about the nearby terrain, and if he didn't want to alarm the other party, he secretly took her down, and he had to find a better path.

After a moment of silence, Yi Ping decided to go around to the side, find a hidden place and quietly run up the mountain, and finally rushed down from the top, attacking from behind, trying to capture the woman in the shortest possible time.

Suddenly, the pores of his whole body shrank, as if someone had poured a box of cold water from his head, and a sense of foreboding suddenly surged from his heart.

"Oh no, that's a tape recorder." A thought flashed through Yi Ping's mind.

Without thinking about it, he hugged his head and turned sideways, and reflexively swept towards the emptiest area behind him.

In the rest of his gaze, dots of white light pierced the place where he had just stayed like a drizzle, and there were many sprinkled in the opposite direction of him.

Hearing the chilling sound of the thin needle hitting the stone, Yi Ping broke out in a cold sweat, if he had rushed in that direction just now, he would have dozens of small holes on his body at this time.

Yi Ping is secretly glad that the experience of beating a stuffy stick is still very good.

As a person who has grown from a small stick, Yi Ping summed up a rule, most people will pounce forward when they encounter danger, trying to avoid the attack, Yi Ping will choose to sweep back about half a meter in front of the opponent when he hits the stick, and nine times out of ten he can knock the opponent down.

With this experience, he was lucky enough to escape. But the hairs on his whole body were also frightened and stood up, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

I didn't expect this woman to be so treacherous, the voice released from it was a trap that had been arranged a long time ago, if everything went well, it was okay, if it didn't go well, she would attract the other party with this, and then look for an opportunity.

Yi Ping fell into the other party's trap in a daze.

One rolled over and rolled behind a stone, and as soon as he sat down, Yi Ping found that his right foot was numb for a while, knowing that the flash just now did not fully avoid the opponent's attack, and the lower leg that had been dragged had been hit by the star.

From perception, at least three needles were pierced in the calf.

"The needle is coated with medicine, and it's troublesome." Leaning against the big stone, wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yi Ping's chest kept rising and falling, and his face was pale.

If he hadn't noticed that the brother's voice was wrong just now, he would have been lying under the big stone at this time.

"Underestimating the enemy, Ma's. I'll make you look good when I catch you! Yi Ping gasped and gritted his teeth fiercely.