"Yo, it's not bad, if that's the case, it's really possible to pass, but there's not much time left for us, where do you want to start" Duanmu Feng looked at Eight Million Hundred with admiration.

"But the most troublesome thing at the moment is how to delay the time to give you the time to use your personality, have you thought about this problem?"

“······ No," Eight million Hundred shook his head.

"Then where do you get the confidence to make such a plan?" Duanmu Feng's face was black.

"Isn't that still you," Eight Million Bai blurted out naturally.

“······”

The sound of Aizawa Xiaotai jumping on the wall is getting closer and closer, and Eight Million Bai also handed a different Russian doll into Duanmu Feng's hands, Duanmu Feng heard the sound almost within 30 steps, and decisively threw the doll to the ground, and at the same time used his personality line to blast in the direction of the doll.

"It's decided that it's you, 'Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust'!"

In an instant, like the blossoming of an atomic bomb, the smoke and dust inspired device in the doll and the diffusion of repulsive personality instantly enveloped their direction.

Looking at the Kyoto-like air environment in front of him, the corners of Aizawa Xiaotai's eyes twitched unconsciously, just now he shook that moment, and now there is a double image in front of his eyes, and here is a cloud of smoke, in this case, not only his vision is limited, but even his personality may be invalid.

"It's really unforgiving to grasp other people's weaknesses, and I'm already going to be hurt, so it's really real." Covering his eyes, Aizawa still chose to give up.

"Hmph~Hmph~Ahem-cough-cough!" Aizawa looked into the smoke with a dark face.

"But they're going to go out through the door anyway, so I'll just wait for them at the door." With a quick decision, Kota Aizawa immediately left the smoke and ran towards the gate of the venue.

"Huh-huh——, footsteps seem to have stopped," Eight million hundred hid in a small corner, and he was still a little suspicious when he heard the footsteps that didn't seem to be following.

"Don't worry, the teacher will definitely leave, he just needs to wait for us at the gate of the venue, just like when he guarded you just now. Ahem-" Duanmu Feng's hearing was obviously more sensitive, and he was almost sure of Aizawa's routine.

"Hurry up and make knives with the smoke that hasn't dissipated yet, cough cough——, then again, what is added to this 'Wanzhang Red Dust' you made this time, how can it be so choking!"

"Didn't that person think that Mr. Aizawa might come in too, so he added a little pepper to the regular ingredients······

Just about to say that Eight Million Bai had done something stupid - putting these stimulating things in smoke would not work on him, Duanmu Feng was surprised to find that Eight Million Bai was already fully armed: protective glasses, breathing masks, scarves and mouth cloths······

"Forehead······ This ····· Does Fengjun also need a set? ”

“······ I ····· cough cough cough ······· 100 ······ Ahem, ahem! ”

Seeing the appearance of Eight Million Bai pulling up his clothes and standing aside to make tools, Duanmu Feng didn't know when he got to Eight Million Bai's side, and then—

Pinch~

Syllable!

A crisp and loud sound resounded throughout the alley. Duanmu Feng's handsome face also had a deep red mark.

"Idiot Fengjun, what are you doing here again, do you still want to help the teacher test its power yourself?"

"I said hundred, how many times have I said it, can't you change places with your personality, fortunately there are only two people here, otherwise I won't teach you a good lesson today."

Looking at his clothes, Eight Million Bai had already gotten used to it, and Duanmu Feng had also said his clothes several times before, but it was all because Duanmu Feng's own guards had stolen it. As for what the overseer is stealing—

Looking at the eight million hundred who had no intention of repenting, Duanmu Feng was very justified and said viciously at the eight million hundred, "It seems that I won't teach you a lesson today, you won't repent" As he spoke, a pair of magic grips stretched down, and then-

Pinch~

Smack——!

There was another crisp sound, but the difference was that the palm prints of the two times were not in the same shape.

"So, look, I want you to stop wearing this kind of clothing, and I have to use your personality like this, do I have any point?" said one of the impudent scoundrels, still vigorously defending himself. What do you want to say, a genius boy before will become a genius today... Serious people, the reason is actually very simple - people are not romantic······ Vain boy.