was about to attack again, and it happened to match the shallow eyes like Xiao Bai Ze's cold cream.

Tang Muyan couldn't help but shudder.

What a look that is! Being stared at, it was like being stared at by the abyss, goosebumps all over his body fell to the ground, cold hairs stood up, and the spiritual domain of the eyebrows felt a huge pressure.

If he had to describe it, Tang Muyan felt that he was not facing a white ball the size of a fist, but a prehistoric giant beast, and he was a mouse trembling under the claws of the beast.

Who is he Tang Muyan, he has never been afraid of anyone in his life!

The son of Tang Qing, the first minister of the imperial capital!

He grew up in the forbidden army under his father's command since he was a child, and he was an out-and-out arrogant military ruffian, and when the people around him saw him, they had to clench their fists with both hands and respectfully call out to Major General Tang.

He was already wielding a saber to kill people at the age of six, with the blood of a man, and he was never afraid of demons and ghosts.

But this time, it was a mistake.

Zi Qianmo originally wanted to do something more, so that this Young Master Tang knew how to write the word regret, but the corner of his eye swept away, and he suddenly found that Mo Yan had already stepped into the Moonlight Gate of the Burning Xi Secret Realm with one foot.

Zi Qianmo: "!! ”

Wait for me.

It's all to blame on that damn Young Master Tang.

Zi Qianmo hurriedly chased after Mo Yan, turned into a white lightning bolt, and sped away in the direction of the Moonlight Gate. She wanted to stretch out her claws and hook Mo Yan's clothes.

However, after all, it was still so slow.

Not to mention clothes, not a single hair has been touched.

Zi Qianmo was extremely depressed, extremely aggrieved in his heart, feeling that he was in a hurry along the way, and he encountered several waves of danger, but he still missed it.

Hold back the panic, if you don't find someone to vent -

She turned her head sharply and looked at Don Punching Bag Mu Yan.

A backhand is a claw!

A white claw shadow in the air landed on Tang's face accurately, leaving three blood marks from his forehead to his chin, one through his left eye, one through his nose, and one through his right eye, which can be said to be very symmetrical.

"Ahh Young Master Ben's handsome face! ”

Tang Muyan is handsome, a teenager of this age, there are girls who love him, and he is a little narcissistic nine times out of ten, and Tang Muyan is not exempt from vulgarity.

After being attacked, his face was hot and painful, his hand was wiped, and there were three bloods, and the wound was quite deep.

"You-you white ball! Young Master Ben must have stripped your skin and shaved your hair! Then use your meat to cook the vegetables and drink them! ”

Zi Qianmo licked his paws.

Your suggestion is good, this demon will consider it, pick your skin, shave your hair, and use your roast to drink.

Which one to start with?

Shave it. This one is relatively simple and easy to operate.

She jumped onto Tang Muyan's head and "landed" steadily.

Tang Muyan felt the white hair ball on the top of his head, he was so angry that he exploded into the sky, stretched out his hand, and wanted to catch her.

Ran goose.

How could Zi Qianmo be caught by him?

Showing his claws, he stretched out his sharp nails hidden in the flesh pad, and with a bang, more than a dozen lights and shadows were shaved off. This can be said to be very skillful, and it is specially attached to the scalp, and it will not shave off the scalp.

A magical scene happened -

Tang Muyan's hair fell out in a stumbling manner, and there was not even any hair stubble left, and his bright and visible head was like a freshly peeled duck egg.