There was a soft "click", and the long knife slashed over the top of the paper man's head, instantly splitting most of the paper man's head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info As soon as the blade of the knife was swung, the piece of paper head that had been split had been strangely healed.

"This knife, how does it feel like it has been slashed into water." Shen Er's fat man said.

The paper man's body is still changing. A stream of blood poured upwards from beneath the paper figure's almost transparent, empty body. The paper man's originally flat feet had expanded to the same thickness as a real person, and then the blood plasma continued to spread upward, looking particularly terrifying under the shadow of the red torch.

There was another "boom" sound from under the coffin, and it seemed that underground, the hooves of the chaotic horses as they galloped past, passed through the soil layer and reached the ground. The coffin also began to shake when it felt a shake on the ground. After a few "squeaks, squeaks", two large holes with thick bowls appeared from the head and end of the coffin, and then, from each of the two large holes, a column of blood floated out of each of the two large holes, surging towards the big bar hanging at the mouth of the coffin.

As soon as the two strands of plasma touched the bar, they were firmly glued together. The two strands of plasma, like two thick rattans, tightly connect the big bar and the blood coffin, like a funeral coffin that can be deducted at any time with a rope fastened.

"What a fucking evil door, this coffin has to have 1,500 catties if it is not 2,000 catties, and it is unbelievable that only four paper people can lift it." Shen Er's fat man scolded again.

The bodies of the two paper figures rapidly grew larger and thicker under the infusion of plasma, like a long, flat, and wide wine sac, which continued to expand after being continuously poured into the wine. When the blood that continued to pour into the paper man's body was injected into the paper man's neck, the paper man's shoulder was just right to the big bar that had been connected to the coffin.

......The large rattan made of blood plasma that connected the big bar to the coffin began to taper after a series of sounds......

The paper figure was filled with blood, like four walking corpses standing in front of and behind the coffin.

Suddenly, the paper figure stood on tiptoe, and his toes drooped straight down almost in a straight line with his calf—the great blood coffin left the ground—the large blood coffin was only three inches from the ground—and the bottom of the coffin was lifted up, but instead disappeared into the dead grass on both sides.

"Is there anyone else betting this time?" Feng Jiutian drew a long knife in his left hand.

"Bet on what?" Hua Can's eyes lit up and he picked up the crossbow.

"As long as it's a bet, how can you leave my Second Master Shen." Shen Er's fat man's right hand shook, and the snake Xunsuo really raised his head like a snake.

"I haven't thought of anything to bet on. However, I have already figured out what the punishment will be for losing the bet. Feng Jiutian said.

"If you're a gambler, then I'm willing to bow down. If you say that you are the second in the world in terms of your ability to make cheap mistakes, I don't think anyone dares to say that he is the first. Shen Er's fat tone paused, and then said, "If you bet on anyone who is shameless, then needless to say, it must be the wilting grass that won." ”

"Then if you bet on whose ass is big and belly is big, you must have won." Hua Can said with a smile, "Of course, if you bet on the ability to brag, no one in the world will dare to say that you are the first in the world except for you Second Master Shen." ”

"All three of you are touting each other. In my opinion, you better let the cattle go! All the cattle of the world will be blown to death by you. Gege, who lost no time, said with a smile. Before such a flickering battle, she saw that the three of them still had the heart to quarrel, which showed that the three of them had already decided to break the blood coffin.

The three of them didn't expect her to have such a novel and funny statement, and they all laughed immediately.

"Although the gambling game has not started yet, you can talk about the gambling money first!" Xiao Qi looked at the three people who were smiling happily like children, and she also laughed out loud after saying this.

"Little one," said Shen Er's fat man, "the gamble that the old cheap fish came up with is usually very bad. ”

"That's it," Hua Can said with a smile, "Don't sell it, old, hurry up and tell what kind of gambling money it is." ”

"Okay." Feng Jiutian said with a smile, "Later, let's make a bet, if anyone loses, they will strip naked and run north and south on the streets of the capital." ”

"Hahaha......" Shen Er's fat man almost laughed, holding his belly that was still much bigger than others even though he had been hungry for a few days, and said with some saliva, "Old cheap fish, you can actually think of such a scoundrel method." Hahaha......"

"Heheheha...... Hua Can also bent over with one hand on his knee and said, "Old, this gambling money is good, when the time comes, no matter who loses the three of us, we will become popular characters all over the capital in one day." ”

"Ah......" Feng Jiutian suddenly screamed loudly.

The two looked at him in some surprise for some reason.

Xiao Qi held back and didn't laugh. She just grabbed a small piece of meat on Feng Jiutian's chest.

"I'm ......" Feng Jiutian squeezed out a dry smile from the pained expression on his face, "I laughed a little too much just now and accidentally bit my tongue." At this time, the piece of meat on his chest was still in Xiao Mi's hand, and Xiao Mi felt even more funny when he heard him say this, so in order not to laugh out, she twisted her hand again...... Feng Jiutian let out another miserable scream.

"Looks like the tongue of the old cheap fish is going to be lost tonight." Shen Er Fat Man had already seen that Feng Jiutian was definitely bitten by himself, so he said with envy on his face.

"Why is there a sour smell in the air?" Hua Chan raised his face and pretended to gasp around with his nose and said.

"Nope!" Shen Er's fat man said.

"Of course your own fart doesn't stink!" Hua Can said with a smile, "Therefore, I can't smell the sour smell that I emit." ”

Shen Er's fat man was about to open his mouth to laugh at Hua Chan loudly, when suddenly, the bloody coffin rushed towards him. Before the coffin arrived, a fishy wind had enveloped him.

Although the three of them were laughing loudly just now, they did not relax at all about the big coffin in front of them, and every change in the big coffin did not escape their eyes.

Feng Jiutian's figure had already moved backwards when the big coffin pounced on Shen Er's fat man, and he pounced on the big coffin first. He slid his body along the edge of the coffin, and the long knife in his hand severed the four legs of the two coffin-bearers at the head of the coffin from their knees.

The powerful crossbow in Hua Can's hand shot out, and four arrows shot into the eyes of the two coffin paper bearers at the end of the coffin almost at the same time.

The two coffin-carrying figures at the head of the coffin only paused slightly, and the legs that had been cut into four by Feng Jiutian's long knife returned to their original state, and the speed of recovery was comparable to the blink of an eye.

The two coffin paper bearers at the end of the coffin who were shot in the eye by Hua Chan only shook their bodies slightly, and in the blink of an eye, they squeezed the four arrows out from the side of their heads and fell to the ground, and then they and the two coffin paper bearers at the head of the coffin still slammed into Shen Er's fat man with the blood coffin.

"Why are these coffins always the first to find me every time?" Shen Er's fat man jumped to the side as the two of them created a fleeting opportunity for him, and then stood up after a roll. He was about to open his mouth to curse, but when he turned around, he saw that the coffin was only three feet away from his face.

"Fucking fast," he said, pressing the hilt of his knife to his stomach in a fit of crisis, the tip of the knife pointing straight forward, his body rapidly backing away - all he could do at this point. (To be continued.) )