The painting skin appeared here, and it was supposed to be running for the corpse in the sarcophagus.

But what did she do?

She didn't do anything!

After being punched by Mr. Mover, after being knocked off the stone platform, Painted Skin chatted with Mr. Mover about his identity!

At first, I thought it was a little strange, thinking that the painting skin was retreating as advancing, and I was ready to look for an opportunity to charm Mr. Mover and come back to the stone platform.

But listen and listen, I can hear that something is wrong, this painted skin, three or two sentences to reveal the old bottom of the dragon's den.

I realized that Painted Skin was clearly playing a little game of guessing with Mr. Mover, but secretly, it seemed to be telling me some news.

The most important thing is that Mr. Mover is still cooperating.

"Oops, the big brother with the scar on his face just now was interrupted, and I forgot what I was going to say!" The painting skin slapped his face, and the spring was over.

I rubbed my brow, no matter who this painted skin was, one thing was for sure, this was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"You said that when you gather qi at nine o'clock, you can only bury men in the dragon's lair!" Mr. Mover reminded.

"Yes, that's it!"

Painted Pi laughed and said, "Sir, I'm done, it's time for you to guess the identity of the slave family!" ”

"The five techniques of Xuanmen, the fate of the mountain doctor is divined, and the mountain art is mostly from the Yin Gate, I guess you are not from the mountain technique!" Mr. Mover said.

"Sir, you guessed it right again!"

The painting skin clapped his hands, and inadvertently, revealing a touch of spring, "Since Mr. guessed correctly, let's change the slave family!" ”

I glanced at Wu Lao Liu and found that the scar on his face was moving, and there was also a fierce look in his eyes.

And with the continuous exclusion of Mr. Shifter, the identity of the painted skin is about to be exposed.

"Humph!"

The next moment, just as the painting skin was about to speak, Wu Lao Liu moved.

He took a diagonal step, and the ghost head knife in his hand flew out with a sound of wind.

"You dare?"

Mr. Shifter's face changed, but it was too late, the ghost-headed knife had already passed over him and flew towards the painted skin.

"Kill, help!"

Seeing the ghost head knife flying over, the painting skin screamed very exaggeratedly, his body was weak, and he fell directly on the surface of the river, dodging the ghost head knife that had already flown in front of her.

Seeing this scene, I shook my head, this painted skin can really be acted.

"Humph!"

At this moment, Wu Lao Liu snorted coldly, his wrist shook, and the ghost head knife that had already come to the top of the painted skin, and was about to fly over suddenly suddenly turned around in the air, the tip of the knife was pointing downward, and it fell straight down, and the target was the painted skin.

"it!"

I didn't expect that Wu Lao Liu still had this hand.

At the handle of the Devil's Head Knife, there is a slender silk thread, the silk thread is transparent, I don't know what material it is made of, if you don't pay attention, you won't notice it at all.

This hand deceived me and Mr. Mover, and at this time, it was too late to make another move.

"Ahh

The painted skin on the surface of the river screamed, but the body made a pop, like a deflated balloon, and suddenly jumped up from the surface of the river.

"My day!"

I didn't expect the painting skin to have this hand, and I was directly shocked.

This painted skin, the qi in the body, was half released in an instant, and with this momentum, it perfectly avoided the ghost head knife.

"Playing yin?"

After Mr. Mover reacted, he was not ambiguous, and as soon as he raised his hand, a handful of something like sand and gravel spilled out, directly covering Wu Lao Liu.

"Old cob, you dare to do it to me?"

Wu Lao Liu shouted loudly, rolled on the stone platform, his wrist trembled at the same time, and the ghost head knife flew back.

After dodging the gravel, the scar on Wu Laoliu's face jumped again, he held the ghost head knife, looked at Mr. Mover with a gloomy face, and although he said hard words, he didn't make a move.

"What can you do to me?"

Mr. Mover didn't do it again, but looked at Wu Lao Liu coldly.

Wu Lao Liu gritted his teeth, moved sideways step by step, returned to the sarcophagus, and said, "The corpse is about to turn into a dragon, I don't want to do anything with you!" ”

This is a confession!

Wu Lao Liu's performance was once again beyond my expectations, I thought he could be hard once, and Mr. Mover was hard steel!

"I'm scared to death of the slave family, I'm scared to death of the slave family!"

At this moment, the painted skin that had been released for more than half of the breath also fell to the ground again, and the half-deflated body was still doing the previous shy movements, but this time, the half-deflated body, how awkward it looked!

I glanced at Wu Lao Liu thoughtfully, he was murderous about the painted skin, which was somewhat unexpected by me, but his performance made me sure that the words of the painted skin were true.

It is precisely because what she said is true that Wu Lao Liu will kill her.

I'm looking forward to what I'm going to say next.

According to this rhythm, if the painting skin is not good, it will tell Huang Feng's whereabouts.

At this moment, I found a strange point, the king of Tongxian stele didn't say a word during the whole process, I don't know what he was thinking!