Anyone who feels that he is so difficult, walks well, and there is always a hand pinching the tender flesh of his waist. Whenever he turned his head, all he saw was Lan Ling's appearance that he didn't care about anything.

It hurts, and you can't hum it yet, otherwise Mao will have to suspect that he is sick. Ren gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, and finally, when he walked to a post, Mao seemed to let him rest, and he went to the hill to check the terrain, and he had a chance to question it.

"Lingling, what do you mean by this, you want to strangle me?"

He lifted his clothes aggressively, revealing his somewhat blue waist meat, "Take a good look, this is what you did!"

The second monk of Lan Lingzhang was confused, and he turned his head away from looking at him with some unhappiness, "Why am I pinching you?"

"Also, don't be naked before my eyes (...) Otherwise, I'll strangle you!"

The stinky man's body is an eyesore, so she is not uncommon to see. Especially any such stinky beggar, who is dirty, pinching him will dirty his hands.

"Don't quibble, it's not you, am I being idle, pinch myself to play?"

Lan Lingyun said lightly: "Ha! If you can't keep it, you're just too idle to panic, pinch yourself and play." ”

"Poof~~~" Ren was almost not, "You walk next to me, which eye saw me pinching myself?"

"Uh~~~ No. Lan Ling said with some doubts: "It's not you, it's not me, is it the old man just now?"

Ren pulled down his face, looking loveless, "He's on my left hand, and he can pinch me to my right, how long does this hand have to be?"

"Ouch~~~Hiss~~~"

is also the kung fu of speaking, and anyone who feels that the tender meat on his waist has been pinched by someone.

The strange thing is that Lan Ling is in front of his nose, there is no possibility of making a move, and the old man is not around, so the question is, who is pinching him?

"Who's standing up for me!"

One burst into a shout, looking around uneasily. It was at the end of the moor, empty and empty except a hill that blocked the way.

Lan Ling was infected, and realized that something was wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Is someone really pinching you?"

"The flesh is all green, can it be an illusion?"

"Uh~~~ It seems to be green!"

"What seems to be, it's green, do you need me to pick it up and show you again?"

"No, no, yes, yes, it must be green. ”

"Hmph! It's so hateful, I don't know who did it? Pick up soft persimmons and pinch them, you have the ability, go pinch my uncle!"

"Still fucking pinch the same piece of meat, I provoked you to provoke you, you treat me like this?

Any bared teeth and grinning wildly complained, and it was obvious that the anger had reached a critical point.

As his words fell, what was waiting for him was an overwhelming pinch, on the face, on the hands, on the chest and back, and even on the buttocks, there was no place where the other party's magic hand was not recruited.

"Ouch~~Ouch~~~ Fuck your uncle, it's really nonsense!"

While rubbing the pinched place, he jumped around like a clown, looking indescribably funny.

Lan Ling didn't look like he was cheating, the problem was that, with her ability, she didn't see anything around her to the detriment of anything.

It's just weird.

She scurried behind either one, condensed her whole body, and created an enchantment, enveloping her in it to protect her.

However, it didn't work, the magic hand still pinched any "whoop" and screamed.

When the old man came back, he saw the jumping feet of any madman, and from time to time he uttered wild words, "Fuck your uncle, come, continue!"

"Stinky boy, did you take the wrong medicine? Who is this scolding? Stop!"

Mao seemed to have a crooked nose, and at this time he realized that the title of uncle was a bit of a trick, and I don't know if it was too late to change his words?

"Uncle...... Help me, I've got an evil spirit, I don't know what it is, it's been pinching me, and if it goes on like this, I'm going to be strangled to death. ”

"Ouch...... Ouch yo ......"

The old man looked around cautiously, except for the two of them and a rabbit, he couldn't see anything else, and said suspiciously: "What kind of evil spirit? Old man, I've been here for a hundred years, and I've never seen it, so I don't know what you're talking about?"

"I don't know what it is, just now, half an hour ago, this thing kept pinching the flesh around my waist, and now it's getting even worse, and it's pinching all over my body. Uncle, you have to help me!"

Anyone who wants to cry without tears, who did he provoke, just walking, would actually run into such a strange thing.

"Don't panic, let me try it, old man. ”

Anyone who touches it proves that this mysterious guy is somewhere. After observing for a moment to find out this pattern, Mao seemed to be decisive and made a decisive move at either front.

He slapped him over, but it was in the air, and he didn't react at all, and he still looked tormented.

"Huh?"

Mao seems to be a person who has lived for 900 years, and he is definitely a well-informed old qualification, how could he have ever seen such a strange thing?

He couldn't help but be interested, and all kinds of eighteen stunts took out their hands one after another, burning for a while, ice stabbing for a while, slashing for a while, and slashing for a sword......

It was as if he had staged an all-martial arts, shrouding any figure without a single gap. When he stopped jumping, he stopped his attack and said happily: "Stinky boy, it's okay!"

At this time, Yi Yi looked ahead with empty eyes, his clothes were burnt, he was still ticking water, and there was an ice arrow stuck in his hair, looking indescribably desolate.

Lan Ling covered his mouth, and was amused by the miserable appearance of any "giggle". Anyone numbly gave her a roll of the eyes, and there were no words to convey his helplessness.

"Ahem......" Seeing his masterpiece, Mao spread his hands and said a little apologetically: "I tried my best, are you okay?"

"Huh...... I'm fine, how could I be okay, I'm so good now! It's so good, it's never been better, hahaha......" Either cried and laughed dryly.

He can say that the thing that pinched him has never stopped, and it is still pinching at this time. He can also say that Mao's means of helping are more cruel and painful than being pinched!

He was so tired, but he didn't dare to wail anymore, if he continued to play like this, he would really die.

He is now numb with pain all over his body, and he can only choose to ignore the evil black hand.

"Hahaha...... It's okay to be fine, and I'll show you something good. Mao took out a red fruit, "This is a good treasure I found on the hill, it's cheap for you, take it and eat it!"