"Big brother, I really didn't expect you, I didn't expect you to be alive, things became fun!" The mysterious man in mid-air bent down at Wu Ming to salute.

"Big brother? Do you mean me? My family is an only child! If you don't have brothers and sisters, you don't want to recognize your relatives, let alone that you are as handsome as me? Wu Ming pointed to his nose.

"You mean he is, he's ......" Painted Skin's hand trembled a little.

"It's good to know, if you dare to leak and pull out your skin. Paint the skin, I'll go first, greet my big brother and them, stop playing! I don't care about the others, but don't hurt my big brother! The mysterious man crawled up the clouds step by step, and there seemed to be an invisible staircase there, which faded away and finally disappeared into the clouds.

"Neurotic, huh? Who are you? My brother is in my crotch, motherfucker," Wu Ming scolded casually with a finger to the sky.

The painting skin seemed to be very afraid of Wu Ming, dodged and dodged, and suspended in mid-air with a flap of his wings.

"Stop screaming, everyone is gone. The next time we meet, ask your brother, I can't afford to mess with your identity! That adult's methods are terrifying! When he talked about the adult, he subconsciously glanced at the place where the mysterious man had disappeared.

"Come on, you fierce woman, come here. Let's compete with Uncle I, let you see the true strength of Uncle Ben! ”

"Don't think that if you take off your clothes, the whole family will be green, and the old lady will sympathize with you! It's just a green-haired turtle who runs tricks, a scumbag who will receive a bento box, and a scum with less than five combat effectiveness! The spirit performed her signature leg splitting motion again, and she wondered how such a slender, straight, round thigh could exert such amazing power.

"Yo! That's right, the level of light power is close to the physical strength of ordinary witches! Painted Skin leaned lightly to the side, dodging the strong wind kicked by the spirit.

"It's a pity, it's impossible for the light to defeat me! Little princess of Meizu, work harder!" Painted skin flapped his wings and laughed.

"You ugly bastard, you laugh so badly!" Xiaomei suddenly appeared behind the painted skin, and a large fireball smashed the painted skin to the ground, whirring and burning, exuding the unpleasant smell of burnt skin and flesh, and billowing smoke.

"Thanks!" The spirit nodded at Xiaomei.

Then he stepped hard with his left foot on the painting skin that was about to crawl out of the smoking pit, and with his right foot, he kicked the painting skin away and crashed it into the distant mountain peak. Without waiting for the painting skin to be hit to regain his sense of direction, he quickly ran over and slammed an elbow into the face of the tiger skin, and his fists hit the painting skin's blue-green oil swaying body continuously, making a series of "crackling" blows.

"Nice streak skills! This is what your Terran father taught you, right? The painted skin turned into a human skin, and flew up lightly, and the golden cicada broke out of its shell and stood two meters away, looking at the spirit who was beating its corpse and muttered.

"Painted Beauty!" The paper-like skin glowed with a circle of red light, and it sped up towards the ghost's body.

The spirit hurriedly pulled out the leather whip from his waist as a defensive form, and whipped away the rapidly floating painted skin several times in a row. Every time the skin is hit, it tears into two skins, and seeing that the number of skins increases, the spirit begins to become quite difficult, and several times it almost gets entangled in the skin.

"Amitabha, Golden Bell Jar", a translucent energy shield with a metallic luster, like an inverted golden bell clasp, protects the body of the fallen monk and the spirit. Several pieces of painting skin were wrapped around the light mask, constantly winding and squeezing the "Golden Bell Jar", and even the energy mask was pulled and deformed a little. However, after repeated battles, the painting skin still couldn't help it, and the golden bell jar floated down again, looking for the next target.

"Uncle Ben hates plastic bags floating in front of Lao Tzu the most!" Uncle Dog bit a piece of painted skin in his mouth, and began to chew it "chirp, chirp", very much like eating chewing gum, chewing a few bites and swallowing it with a "coo" and eating it.

"It tastes good and chewy!" Uncle Dog began to chase after the painting skin and devoured it, and after eating more than a dozen in a row, he also hiccuped, obviously full.

All the painted skins are far away from the dog, for fear that it will jump up and devour them again, after all, it is also a very painful thing to be bitten and chewed by a dog, and no one wants to be eaten by this dog.

"I can't finish fighting so much, and I have to be prepared to be possessed by him at any time, what are we going to do?" Director Tyrannosaurus said anxiously.

"Summoning Hou Yi, let the group attack skill swish!" The music playfully smashes the big eyes.

"Disciple Fang Baolong, a descendant of the Wu clan, please invite Houyi Dawu to come up!" Director Tyrannosaurus pinched the trick and stomped on the ground one after another, but unfortunately he failed to succeed after trying many times, making Director Tyrannosaurus so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Hmm, painted skin?" At this moment, a strong man's breath came to his face, a loud and magnetic voice sounded, a white light lit up, and Hou Yi appeared in the light.

"Rain of arrows!" Hou Yi was looking at the painted skins flying around, as well as the struggling people, and directly released the group attack skill Arrow Rain.

The huge light arrow rose into the clouds, and then turned into countless arrows to shoot each painting skin accurately, as if there was a high-precision guidance for some missile, and in an instant, all the painting skins were hit by an arrow or a few scissors and fell to the ground.

"You're welcome, I still have some business, let's go first!" Hou Yi finished shooting an arrow, turned around and left.

Director Tyrannosaurus came to his senses in an instant, he shook his head that was a little dizzy, and looked at the painted skin with scorched holes all over the ground and was directly stunned: "That's it?" ”

"Let's go find Cross-Eyed, this is his dream!" Wu Ming interjected at this time.

"Cross-eyed?"

"It's the day we killed the Nine Babies last time, the cross-eyed one on the roadside stall!" Wu Ming explained.

"Oh, remember, it's the super cuckold king, the one whose wife ran away with someone?" Tyrannosaurus rex knows this kind of gossip by heart.

"I hate it when people say I'm a cuckold!"

Wu Ming felt a chill coming from behind him, and when he looked back, it was clearly the cross-eyed. The strange thing is that he actually walked off a Porsche in a suit and tie, followed by a large group of bodyguards in black suits, and the black pressed followed a large piece!

"Driving a sports car in a cornfield? And so many Axe Gang brothers! This one is weird! Wu Ming was speechless.

"You don't care how other people dream, is it unreasonable to have anything in your dreams?" The spirit rolled her eyes, pulled the whip in her hand, and prepared to fight!

"Yo! Another slut, slut! The slut of the water-based poplar flower, wearing it so revealing is definitely not a good thing! Come on, let's do her first! There was a burst of hatred in his cross-eyed eyes.

"As for the character of a virtuous lady and a decent dress, stay and be my maid!" Cross-eyed pointed to Xiaomei, who was dressed plainly and not revealing.

"Me! I'll be your maid? Xiaomei pointed to her nose and didn't react for a while.

"The kid is crazy enough, it's very much in line with Uncle Ben's appetite, Uncle Ben likes it very much!" Uncle Dog watched Lingmei roll on the ground with a smile.

"Dare to scold me for being a slut, and say that the old lady is water-based Yanghua! Look at the old lady who doesn't pinch you! Lingmei laughed angrily when he was scolded, and with a wave of his whip, he whipped away a dozen little brothers in black suits.