In the face of the collision of Xingtian's tomahawk and the little black charcoal head, my father could only carry it there, and then under the impetus of two powerful impacts, he was forced to retreat step by step!

One step, a sound of broken bones.

One step, a piece of flesh falls.

Step by step, he gritted his teeth and struggled to support himself, until, at his side, suddenly stretched out a hand.

The hand appears out of nowhere, like one in a horror movie that suddenly appears on the wall, or out of some corner you don't notice.

The hand reached out and grabbed the greasy hair of the little black charcoal head and threw him out.

Then I saw that right beside my father, in the overgrown and muddy place, as if a canvas painting had been torn open, and out of there, two people came out!

The adult was dressed in simple casual clothes, a little cynical, the child was wearing a big black cape, black leather boots, black leather pants, and a large sunglasses.

"So miserable? Why hasn't that bastard Xiao Rong come yet? ”

The two men walked out of the oil-painted environment, and the old man looked up at the giant axe that Xingtian was still on my father's arm, and grinned: "This guy actually jumped out too, it's a bit of a headache!" ”

The young man looked at me, looked up again, and exclaimed, "Mother, Skeletron! ”

This is Brother Ai and Little God Stick!!

They actually appeared in this way.

My father seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said with some annoyance, "Come and stretch out your hand, and stand there and watch the view?" ”

Brother Ai helplessly touched something in his pocket, and said very cheaply: "I'm afraid!" ”

My father scoffed, "You don't have to come!" ”

Brother Ai took out a half-foot-long brush, drew lightly at Xingtian, and said: "If I don't come, you will be an old man of Hades to drink tea, I don't have to talk about the friendship between the two of us, and I can't make a difference with Xiaorong!" ”

As he spoke, the brush in his hand did not stop at all, waving it out one stroke after another, and the handwriting was as thick as ink even in the dark night sky, wafting with bursts of ink.

With Ai Ge's continuous strokes, the Xingtian's battle axe actually slowly rose with his dancing in the air, I could see that Xingtian was struggling to press down, he even raised the axe high again, and slashed down fiercely, but the axe stopped in mid-air under the stroke of Ai Ge's eyebrows.

However, at this time, Brother Ai didn't seem to be so relaxed, he also seemed extremely struggling, and sighed with some emotion: "I'm old, I can't even play with a big skeleton." ”

My father looked at him from the sidelines, shook his head and said, "You can let go of your hands and feet and fight with all your might!" ”

Brother Ai said angrily: "Lao Tzu is not a freak like Xiaorong, Lao Bai didn't control it back then, and I can't do it now." ”

The father shook his head and sighed: "Alas, the older this man gets, the more timid he becomes. ”

Brother Ai's arm was raised high, and he reluctantly supported Xingtian's battle axe in the air: "Lao Tzu has been practicing for more than ten years, and he just touched a little doorway, don't let his uncle say cool things there, the rabbit cub has woken up and is bored." ”

My father smiled bitterly and looked at the little black charcoal head that stood up from the ground, held his waist with one hand, and said a little breathlessly: "Zhang Tianshi back then also died to draw with him, do you think I can still stop him now?" ”

Brother Ai swallowed his saliva and said: "That's over, we both have to die here, I knew that Lao Tzu wouldn't come, Zhen Nima is idle and has nothing to do to find by himself!" ”

This wailing is all over the field, dead bodies all over the place, and the rest of us are also in a dying state, he is still so understated, I really admire, but unfortunately, I can't laugh with Ben at this time. Because that's just a bad joke.

The little black charcoal head staggered forward, humming and clutching his head.

"Head, my head."

"You hurt me!"

The words of the little black charcoal head carried a full smell of gunpowder, and the sad expression was even more miserable, as if he wanted to tear the beloved brother who had just appeared alive.

And every step of his little steps seemed to carry a kind of ruining power, and wherever he passed, as long as there was vitality, it would instantly wither.

"Holy! What to do? ”

My brother turned his head to look at my father, looking a little embarrassed.

My father shrugged: "Cold salad!" ”

Brother Ai scolded: "I'll go! Can you still play well, is this forcing me to use the ultimate? Oops, the ultimate move is the big move, it's all like this, it's better than everyone dying! ”

After Ai Ge finished speaking, he reached into his arms and touched it, and then shouted to the little god stick beside him: "Hurry up, give me the Danqing pen." ”

The little god stick hurriedly tore at his waist, I don't know if the little rabbit cub was too nervous, pulled a few handfuls and didn't tear it off, and finally my brother couldn't help it, and ripped off the big brush along with the belt of the little god stick, and the pants of the little god stick fell to the ground at once, just the little black charcoal head pounced all of a sudden, and it stopped under the little god stick.

The little god stick was so frightened by this little black charcoal head that he stood on the spot, and shouted bitterly: "Master, help!" ”

"Little rabbit, isn't it just a little black charcoal, you're afraid of a fart!"

I don't know where such a voice came out of nowhere, and my brother and my father had a relaxed look in their eyes.

The little god stick cried: "He wants to bite my cock, aren't you afraid that you will come and let him bite it and take a look?" Belch? Master? ”

The little god stick suddenly realized something, opened his eyes and glanced around: "Master, where are you?" ”

Master? Is Mr. Rong here?

Sure enough, he came.

He was still wearing the same black trench coat, and his long hair was flying.

He seemed to have come from the edge of the sky, far away from the edge of Fanjing Peak.

Everywhere he passed, the edge of the desert-like land was instantly green, the trees that had disappeared were slowly growing, and the weeds and scraps on the ground were turning green again.

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows again!"

Mr. Rong was carrying a black thing in his hand, and in one step, he stepped from the edge of Fanjing Peak to the top of the mountain.

"Little cub, do you think you can get away from me by peeling off your skin?"

He threw the black thing to the ground, and kicked the little black charcoal without mercy.

The little black charcoal head flew out with a 'whimper', fell to the ground, and swayed up again, with endless fear in the two bulging eyes, and cried at Mr. Rong in a hum: "Woo woo, uncle, you hit me!" ”R1148