Looking at the reckless Lin Sheng in front of him, Tim secretly screamed in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This guy went out full of alcohol, and he didn't choose what to say later, but he was afraid that he would run the train with his mouth full, and he would be scolded by his grandfather again.

"Otilette!"

"Otillette, what about you?!"

The entire corridor was Lin Sheng's voice, and due to the strength of the wine, Lin Sheng's speech was slurred and vague, and his voice was quite loud.

Woooooooo

With the night breeze penetrating into the narrow cracks in the house, the candlelight is extinguished, which is very weird.

Tim rubbed his hair, he couldn't think of any way to do both, this guy is really crazy, damn, he used to be a Zhenglin, and now he has drunk a little wine, and his strength is as strong as a cow.

In short, he can't be let out, and he can only use force for the sake of today's plan.

At that moment, Tim secretly gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and after a little thought, the knowledgeable bartender recalled in his head the "pinnacle of martial arts" in his life.

formed a perfect arc, landed on his body, and rushed out with an arrow step.

As he rushed out of the door, there was really a black shadow passing in front of him, and Lin Sheng's shouts were getting farther and farther away.

Damn, this little calf can still run so fast when he's drunk, it's really the first time I've seen this kind of terrible wine, and I've really met a big-headed ghost.

Fortunately, Tim had prepared a plan for everything, and under the corridor, the lights were dim, and the raindrops were crackling and falling, forming ripples the size of a thumb, and transparent water splashes were in full bloom.

Knock knock, this Tim made two steps together, and his footsteps suddenly matched the sound of falling water under the eaves of this corridor, without noise, very smart, a meteor butterfly through the flower steps!

In the blink of an eye, the dark shadow was getting closer and closer to him, and a smile formed on Tim's lips.

Damn, eat my trick, young man give me a good lie down and sleep, be quiet.

At that moment, the right hand was windy, hissing out, the palm curled up, the back of the hand was tight, the half fist was slightly clenched, and an index finger and a middle finger were suddenly born.

Brain?

Skill Name: Enhanced version of the Hand Knife plus Brain Melon.

Target: The back of the enemy's head.

Lethality: Very large, it can be said that the person who sees it tears and smells sad, it is the nightmare of every bear child, and it is the running of the sunset in their lost youth.

Click.

The knife and the brain melon were cut down in response, and the black shadow in front of him trembled suddenly. Then it suddenly stopped, motionless, and the aura around it froze.

"Huh......"

Tim had just come up with his trick, and when he was getting carried away, he felt that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere, and then he realized that he seemed to have split the air just now, and he had hit somewhere.

And the black shadow in front of him swayed in the darkness, this body seemed to be bigger and taller than he imagined.

Ah, could it be that you have chopped the wrong person?

The little bartender shook his head again, and by the faint light, he looked intently, "Mom, who is this man?" The broad, straight shoulders were empty, and a piece was recessed in the middle, and he was terrifyingly cautious.

To put it freely, there should be a scar the size of a bowl.

No, when did he have such a great ability to chop off this young man's entire head at once?

"Oh, little brother, don't be angry...... You...... You...... This head...... I got it back. ”

Just as he was thinking about how to comfort the young man, a faint voice came from not far away, full of wine and a little resentful.

"O'...... ......"

Click, it turned out to be the young man's voice, which paused for a moment, as if it had stopped again.

"Little brother, your head is flying so far......"

Before the words fell, the black shadow in front of him suddenly moved, as if the sleeping parts had regained life.

There is a creaking sound.

Woohoo, woohoo.

Huh, why is there suddenly a horse barking under this black shadow?

Tim was shocked, this rhythm seemed to be a little wrong, could it be ......

Just as he was thinking, the black shadow suddenly turned around, and the whole person turned over, and a bloody breath came to his nose.

Tim saw the shadow curl up in a ball, only to be humanoid. I mistook it for the drunken bastard.

This time, the black shadow rose up, and only then did he tell what kind of drunken young man this thing was in front of him. It was a knight, sitting on a transparent black horse, and the horse also had no head.

Just as Tim was startled, the dark shadow floated, and a cold light swept through the night, shining on his frightened face.

The so-called one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Originally, I wanted to pinch a soft persimmon and practice my hands, but this time I actually encountered this kind of monster, Tim had no confidence for a long time, his legs and feet did not obey the call, and he trembled.

Just lost his voice and exclaimed: "Headless Horseman?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the cold light fell.

Sting.

Tim took two steps back, only to feel a warmth in his arm, and when he looked closely, he saw that his clothes were dyed blood red.

There was a lot of grief and indignation in my heart.

This time it's a big game, the family is unlucky, the family is unlucky, for seven days, this wind erosion is always in trouble. Grandpa told himself every day not to come out at night, and now it's not good to be a teacher, and he actually met this kind of monster when he came out for the first time.

The Headless Horseman did not hesitate in the slightest, and the ghostly undead horse, still half-lying and hunched over, had already stood up completely at this time.

Whoa.

As the neighing of the undead horse increased one by one, the long pine hooves, kicking and stomping, slowly came towards him.

In the darkness, the headless horseman harnessed the undead horse, which looked like a hill, murderous, and had a half-cut axe in his hand, a meter long.

Brush brush brush.

The rain outside the corridor was getting more and more urgent, and Tim knew that he couldn't run away, and his grandfather and the others should have slept so late.

Forget it, it's better to sell you a favor, since you can't escape this catastrophe, you should run farther. lest this monster kill himself, and kill this drunken bastard with his own hands. At that moment, Tim covered the wound on his arm and ran towards the corridor, his chubby lower abdomen shaking and splashing. It's surprisingly fast.

This meteor butterfly is like a fish in the water, and it is extremely fast.

Tim was overjoyed in his heart, and said angrily, "The guy with a head and no neck is coming to chase me! I am very familiar with the terrain of this corridor, and you have a lot of restraint on a horse, see that I don't go around you." ”

With a pair of honey confidence of "I'm the most sassy pig in all of Yamics, I can manually change bullets with strength, this wave of 100 shots, I'm more than impossible to die".

It's just that the headless horseman didn't walk around the corridor at all, and the pitch-black undead horse let out a long roar, and actually jumped out of the air and flew out from the top of the corridor.

With a click, there was a half-meter-high splash of water, and it landed steadily in front of Tim.

"Uh-huh......"

was running well, but such a small wall suddenly appeared in front of him......

Whew.

The wind is in his ears, like a swimming snake.

Tim was astonished, and looked up, only to find that the half-axe had been lifted high above the knight's shoulder, and with a little luck, it was about to gather momentum.

"It's over!"

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"Strange Sick Wizard" knowledge popularization:

(1) Headless Horsemann:

He was a brave knight who had been killed on the battlefield and his head had been cut off by the enemy, so he would ride a horse that was also an undead in the Sleepy Valley on dark and windy nights, looking for his lost head, and would behead anyone who looked like him during his lifetime.