"Old thing, the old lady's words haven't been finished yet, you are in a hurry, listen to me tell you, I really don't know what this dead locust tree is......"

"Knock"

The grumpy old guy didn't listen to what the little girl said at all, and it was a kick to go up.

The little girl's eyes were red, her hands were on her chest, and she resisted the big feet of the old guy.

Pedal on the little girl's arm and step on the little girl directly on the ground.

The little girl's body trembled, she insisted hard, and said through gritted teeth: "You damn thing, can you understand human words?" The old lady said, I don't know, I don't know if you can understand? ”

"Humph......"

The old guy snorted back a few times, and his feet became harder and harder.

The little girl gradually bent her legs from the standing posture at the beginning.

"Old thing, what do you really think the old lady is afraid of you? Are you such a fool that you don't even know you're being taken advantage of? "The little girl has been scolding angrily, I have been pit several times in a row, and then I meet an old man with a tendon, how can I not be angry?

I stood by and watched, it seemed that the little girl was going to play the hole cards, I couldn't go now, I had to see the little girl's hole cards.

The old guy glanced at me and snorted coldly, but his feet were even harder.

Also, if I were an old guy, I would believe what I just said, after all, the little girl is strong enough to get the dead locust tree.

And I, in the eyes of the old guy, am at most a small ant, the kind that can be easily crushed to death with my feet, and he will not believe it if I have a dead locust tree.

"Bang"

The little girl was finally trampled on the ground, and when she stepped on it, the little girl opened her mouth and spewed out a cloud of blood mist.

In the blood mist, a wooden staff stretched out and pointed at the old fellow.

The old man's body trembled violently, and his body staggered back a few steps.

The little girl got up from the ground, she had been pressed and beaten for so long, and she had already hit the real fire.

"Old stupid donkey, being used as a gun, without any brains, the old lady will wake you up today."

A smear of blood gradually appeared on the old guy's body, and the blood spread rapidly on his body.

I stepped back silently, standing next to the tablet surnamed Bai, and coldly watched the battle that was about to take place.

"Whoosh"

"Poof"

The two figures collided together, and the wooden staff was thrust into the old man's chest.

The little girl didn't get bare, she was trampled on the head by the old guy, and the whole person rolled backwards with her head and feet down.

It's also a shame that the room here is spacious, enough for them to fight, if they change places, I'm afraid that the furniture inside or something has already been broken to pieces.

Streams of black blood gushed wildly down the wooden staff, and a strong stench began to permeate the room.

There was an obvious footprint on the door of Xiaoya's head, and the door of her head was trampled open.

This kick is not light, the little girl sat on the ground and couldn't get up for half a day.

The old thing was held in place by the wooden staff, trembling in place, blood running down his body all over the ground.

I have seen the power of the wooden staff, just a light tap on the ground, so that ordinary obsessions dare not approach.

Now left on the old guy's body, starting from the position of the wooden staff, his body crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pitch-black flesh fell one after another, and Sensen's white bones flashed inside his body.

The old guy had no internal organs, he seemed to be a combination of bone and flesh, and his body was shaking and almost rotten.

"Old thing, wait to turn into a puddle of rotten water."

Although the little girl couldn't get up, even if she sat on the ground, she didn't forget to scold the old guy.

After scolding the old guy, he turned his head to see me and glared at me fiercely.

"I don't care what camp you are, I'm going to kill you, take out your obsession and light the soul lamp, pit me one after another, I want you to hang on the flame for eternity and eternity."

It can be seen that she is really angry, I guess she can't stand up, if she can stand up, she should kill me, the culprit, as soon as possible.

I won't be too worried about this, the old guys at the same level as Li Yuanzhou Zheng and them shouldn't be so easy to get down.

If he is casually brought down, this old guy will be too embarrassed by Li Yuan and Zhou Zheng.

So, I smiled faintly at the angry little girl, and turned to look at the old fellow.

"Squeak"

The old guy grabbed the wooden staff stuck in his chest, trembled his arm, and slowly pulled it out.

A large stream of blood spurted out of the wooden staff, and the old guy relied on his own obsession, otherwise the bleeding alone would be enough for him to die twice.

Little by little, the wooden staff was pulled out, and the old man's trembling body gradually became somewhat stable.

The black, foul-smelling blood pooled on the dusty ground.

If this amount of blood were replaced by ordinary people, the blood in the body would have been exhausted long ago.

But looking at the old fellow's appearance, this wooden staff made him very uncomfortable.

His old face, which was originally hideous, began to distort, and his eyeballs almost fell off from his sockets.

I couldn't help but be amazed, in my cognition, it seems that obsession doesn't feel any pain.

Why does this old guy in front of him hurt? Could it be because of the wooden staff?

I couldn't help but look closely at the wooden cane, which didn't look very strange on the outside, similar to the crutches that ordinary old people pick up on the side of the road.

It is twisted and curved, and there is a slightly skewed elbow at the top.

But perhaps because of the long years of use, the appearance of the wooden staff has been polished to a particularly smooth surface, as if it has been smeared with a layer of oil.

Just like people who play antiques, they often say that the pulp, this wooden stick is wrapped with a layer of pulp.

The place where the wooden staff pierced the old man's chest had been dyed black, as if it had been painted black.

Every time the old guy pulled out a point, his mouth couldn't help but crack a little.

By the time the wooden staff was about to be pulled out completely, the old man's mouth was already as long as a bowl.

Normal people are definitely not good, not to mention that Zhang is so big, if it is smaller than this, I estimate that the corners of the mouth will crack.

The corners of the old guy's mouth not only did not crack, but showed a strange stretch.

The toothless mouth, like a black hole, is ready to devour everything that can be seen.

The little girl on the other side, seeing this situation, tried to support herself, intending to pull out the wooden staff and stand up before the old guy pulled out his cane.

"Smack"

The old fellow finally pulled the staff out, and when it came out of his body, it made a strange crunch.

It was crisp as if someone was clapping his hands, the wooden staff left the old guy's body, and the fist-sized blood hole healed quickly, and even the blood on the ground flowed back wildly.

The arm that was twisted off by the little girl just now also grew back.

"Bang Dang"

The old man threw his wooden staff far away, and his wide open mouth retracted back to its original shape.

The little girl had already stood up halfway up, her legs slightly supported behind her, and her hands pressed on the ground, like a beast about to pounce.