The starting pistol is a one-time prop, and if she uses it, the gun will not be in her hand.

Shen Mo's dark eyes glowed with anger, and he swept to the other side gloomily.

The person who fired the shot was Zhang Hua.

At this time, it was obviously impossible to find trouble with Zhang Hua, Shen Mo clenched the knife tightly, turned around and went to find trouble with the frog!

As soon as I turned around, I saw chattering and squeaking and screaming, just passing by!

"Drill into the shell!" Shen Mo yelled at him.

"me, I can't control it!" Talking and laughing and scolding heartbreakingly, "The grass TMD Lao Tzu's legs are going to run with long legs!" What kind of bullshit magic is this! Lao Tzu's legs are crazy! Lao Tzu is going to die! I'm going to die! Dead, ahh!!hh ——”

The frog's long tongue flew over like lightning, and even Shen Mo couldn't save him!

Seeing that tongue was about to stick to the joke, who knew that he stumbled under his feet and fell into the mud!

The frog's tongue curled up a handful of stinky muddy water.

The taste is not good, the frog smashes the mouth, and wants to stick out the tongue, but the body suddenly stings! A little man stabbed a knife into its body, and it was crawling up with a knife!

The pain caused the frog to jump to its feet, and the frog chirp was deafening!

However, the man on it was extremely agile, and the rolling struggle not only failed to shake him off, but allowed him to take the opportunity to climb his head, and the blade was between the two huge eyes.

The frog seemed to sense the danger, shook its head, "croaked", and drilled into the mud with its flippers!

However, Shen Mo moved faster than it, pulled out the knife and stabbed it into one of the eyes! Immediately afterwards, he quickly stabbed a few times, like a watermelon!

Bright red blood and transparent slime splattered, and the frog rolled on the ground in pain, overwhelming a field snail!

Shen Mo never let it go! The knife is more ruthless than ever! That eyeball was almost chiseled and chiseled by him!

"Quack! ——”

The frog wailed in pain, and its whole head plunged into the mud, and it went down like crazy!

Shen Mo naturally couldn't go down with it, he immediately lost his strength, pulled out his knife and jumped out, landed on the snail shell on the side, and then slid neatly into the water, standing firmly.

The frog fled.

Talking and laughing, he got up and looked at Shen Mo, and there was more than admiration in his eyes...... It's a thriller!

Good guy, such a big monster, can be forced to roll all over the ground by him, just with a small folding fruit knife? Mom! Where did this immortal master come from?!

It's scary!

After a moment of amazement, Tan Xiao found that the muddy water under his feet was bubbling.

He came back to his senses, slapped his head, and quickly bent down to grab the person in the mud and pulled it up hard!

Cheng Weicai was lifted up in mud, black muddy water spat out of his mouth, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious.

Talking and laughing carried him up and pushed him hard against his abdomen.

More muddy water spat out of Mr. Cheng's mouth.

"Old man, don't die, if you hadn't tripped me up lying here, I would have died just now! In the future, this life of mine will be half of yours! As long as Brother Xiao and I live for one day, I won't let you die first! The grace of dripping water springs to report, we who roam the rivers and lakes would rather lose our lives than leave our brothers! ”

He said a lot of verbosity, pushed his abdomen and lungs, and finally turned the old man over and pinched him, but he still didn't wake up.

Shen Mo said: "You put him down!" ”

Tan Xiao was very in awe of Shen Mo, so he hurriedly did so.

Shen Mo walked over and looked at it, frowned and said: "There is a bruise on the head, it should be knocked on the snail and fainted, or it may be pushed by someone when running, the gun just now, everyone was messed up, and it is luck to be able to pick up a life." ”

Talking and laughing, he nodded again and again.

He didn't dare to put Cheng Weicai into the snail, for fear of stuffing the old man, so he dragged Cheng Weicai to the middle of the gap between the stone wall and the snail, and sat down to set it up.

After being properly settled, he suddenly came back to his senses, turned to glared at Shen Mo and asked, "Gunshot?" …… You said that voice was a gun?! Grass! Who TMD fired the shot?! Come out to Lao Tzu! If you don't shoot a gun at the frog, you will bomb a fart!! ”