137 The Devil Wants Your Hair!
Mu Baiyi looked at her abdomen with some regret, a little annoyed, he was actually a step slower.
Not happy!
The two dolls, who sensed her emotions at this time, jumped suddenly, and almost broke away from the vine branch that trapped them.
That look made Du Xiaoshan shudder, and shook her head to shake off the inexplicable discomfort in her heart. Fearing that Mu Bai would make any more surprising moves to resist, she once again separated two vine branches and wrapped them around her feet.
After immobilizing her whole body in mid-air and making sure that she couldn't make extra moves to resist, Du Xiaoshan approached her.
I was very satisfied to see her look like she was almost slaughtered.
"Mu Bai, feng shui takes turns! Remember what you did to me? ”
Du Xiaoshan spoke slowly in a threatening tone, with the pleasure of a villain's triumph.
Mu Baiyi raised his head and looked at her strangely, with a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"What does this have to do with wind and water? You like to be remembered for the bald head I pulled out! ”
What is this special hobby?
"Okay, okay, I won't forget it, it's a big deal that you didn't even forget the way you were beaten to your knees and cried for mercy by me, okay?"
"You, you, you......" Du Xiaoshan's eyes widened and she looked at her in amazement.
What the hell is this comprehension ability? Is that what she meant?
"That's not what I meant!" She retorted angrily.
"Okay, I know, next time you don't have to remind me, I won't forget!" Mu Bai replied impatiently.
"Humph! It doesn't matter, you won't live long anyway! Du Xiaoshan snorted coldly, and a vine leg stood up on her back, the tip of which was as sharp as a blade, close to Mu Baiyi's head.
Her short black hair, soft and smooth, seemed to have endless vitality, flying in the wind, but there was no staggered knotting.
It looks a little fluffy in the sun, but it is not messy, but it sets off the beautiful face more and more exquisitely.
"You want my hair?" Mu Baiyi looked at the 'blade' in front of him and glanced at her.
I found that her eyes were staring at her hair, and she looked like she wanted to grab it and put it on her head.
"The devil wants your hair!" Du Xiaoshan was annoyed and angry, she would never admit that she was jealous of Mu Bai's hair.
Raising the vine limbs and waving them towards Mu Baiyi's head, she subconsciously leaned back, and the rattan blade brushed her cheek and slashed directly at her shoulder. The blood flowed, reflecting Du Xiaoshan's eyes and arousing the bloodlust in it.
Mu Baiyi's injury made the two trapped dolls even more manic, and their angry appearance seemed to rush up and die with Du Xiaoshan at any time.
Du Xiaoshan couldn't help but stretch out a few vine branches again to tie them up.
"My hair, you really can't move!" Mu Baiyi looked sideways at the broken shoulder, frowning slightly, only the silver threads she could see were quickly staggered and stitched between them.
"Why not? Mu Bai really doesn't know where you got your arrogant capital? Du Xiaoshan sneered, she pressed the rattan blade against Mu Baiyi's soft cheek, staring at her eyes tightly.
I want to see in it her fear of herself, and hear her voice begging for mercy from that mouth.
"If your capital is these hands......"
Burst!
Before she could finish speaking, she swung the other two rattan blades, one left and one right, and stabbed through Mu Bai's palm.
"I don't deny that there is something strange about this hand, but if I am abolished, it will be useless!" Du Xiaoshan laughed heartily, and in order to add to the pain of the white descendants, the sharp blade spun in the palm of her flesh.
Mu Baiyi frowned tightly, and raised her eyebrows again, as if she was a little surprised by what she did.
"That'...... I really want to thank you! She let out an eerie smile.
"Du Xiaoshan, let her go!!"
Du Xiaoshan was about to ask why she could still laugh, but was interrupted by Han Songyue below.
She looked at Han Songyue condescendingly, and her gaze was like looking at an ant, which made people very unhappy.