Facing the twin beautiful girls who were like flowers and jade, Tang San didn't have the slightest idea of pity for the jade, his eyes flashed with purple light, he raised his right hand, the dark blue light suddenly flickered, and countless tentacles, ah no, the blue silver grass spread from the palm of his hand.

The Purple Pole Demon Pupil and the Martial Soul opened in an instant, Tang San seemed to be full of firepower, and he wanted to output all his strength to these twin sisters.

As we all know, women have no resistance to tentacle monsters, and they can't resist any of them, let alone a bunch of them.

Although the Blue Silver Grass doesn't look like a tentacle and doesn't have the function of a tentacle, at least there is no problem with binding.

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After a while, Tang San hugged the twin sisters who were bound by the tortoiseshell and spent a while on the oil, put his fingers on the tip of his nose and sniffed fiercely, then he reluctantly walked out of the hotel, ready to help Xiao Wu defend against the enemy.

But the moment Tang San stepped out of the hotel door, he saw a demon in the world.

This demon is not the blond hair that has turned black and white, like a mad demon, with the word king tattooed on his forehead, his hands have turned into a pair of white-haired tiger claws, and his nails are stretched and retracted.

It was Xiao Wu who stood opposite Dai Mubai, although Dai Mubai's appearance of being possessed by a martial spirit looked more like a demon, but with that sock in his mouth, coupled with Xiao Wu's innocent smile.

Naturally, there is no need to say who the demon is.

Tang San, who used to be a senior foot control enthusiast, was once very obsessed with Xiao Wu's feet, after all, they were as soft as boneless, as tender as white jade, they were simply the best in the world, and it would be great if they could be held in their mouths.

It's just that this kind of thought only ended that night, Xiao Wu and Tang San had finished a day of hard training, Xiao Wu, who had exhausted his physical strength, had fallen asleep, and Tang San, driven by hormones, secretly took away a pair of socks that Xiao Wu had worn during the day.

The white cotton socks were originally pure white, but due to Xiao Wu's fatigue for a day, they were soaked with sweat and a large area of pale yellow.

It was still emitting white smoke, and it was hot, Tang San secretly stuffed it into his arms with lightning speed, and then ran back to his room, closed the door and hid in the quilt before taking it out with an excited face.

However, this pair of socks, in this small quilt, destroyed a teenager's beautiful fantasy of the opposite sex.

Tang San is a junior brother, so he naturally thinks that the opposite sex is a little fairy, and the little fairy can't go to the toilet, and the little fairy's feet are all strawberry-flavored.

With full anticipation, Tang San leaned in and took a sharp breath, taking all the white smoke from the socks into his nose.

Originally, Tang San had always smelled sauerkraut when he stole it, and it was a little heavier in this quilt, but Tang San, who was carried away by hormones, didn't care so much.

It wasn't until he took a deep breath that he couldn't breathe anymore, and Tang San, whose brain was in a state of chaos and shutdown, understood what that sour and smelly, like expired sauerkraut smelled was.

The little fairy's face is not strawberry-scented, maybe it doesn't stink, but the sour smell is simple.

That's the smell, guess what, it's an authentic.

The next day, Tang San was unwell and took a day off and did not continue training, which was also one of the few lazy days for model worker Tang San.

It was precisely because of empathy that he could understand the pain when he saw Dai Mubai, who was possessed by a martial spirit, in full state, lost his mind, and fell into madness.

After all, making trouble, Dai Mubai's irrational appearance, Tang San naturally couldn't sit idly by.

Although he found that the little fairy can also poop and her feet are not strawberry-flavored, Xiao Wu is still his favorite, and he can't allow others to bully her.

Blue light flickered, his eyes were dark purple, Blue Silver Grass was crazy KS his own size, Tang San stood in front of Xiao Wu, ready to fight with this Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai moved, he seemed to have become another person when his martial soul possessed him fell into madness, and when his white hair just floated up, his body full of explosive power had already come to Tang San's body.

The sharp claws attached to the two claws popped out at the same time, grabbing at Tang San's body.

Originally, with Tang San's usual tactical style, at this time, he would dodge Dai Mubai's attack with the ghost shadow trace, then hide his body, block and disrupt Dai Mubai's attack rhythm with blue silver grass, and finally wait for an opportunity to move.

But the problem was that there was Xiao Wu behind him, exposing his sweetheart to danger, and Tang San thought that he couldn't do it at all.

Since he couldn't dodge, he could only resist hard, and countless blue silver grasses spread wildly from Tang San's palms, and finally formed a wall of vines in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

After being blessed by two soul rings, the blue silver grass is no longer the fragile grass it was at the beginning, and its toughness is comparable to steel.

Moreover, it has its own poison, even if Dai Mubai penetrates this vine wall, he will still be affected by the toxicity of the Blue Silver Grass and fall into Tang San's attack rhythm.

Seeing that Dai Mubai looked like he had lost his mind, and this blow was fierce, it didn't look like a good change.

That's why Tang San chose to use the blue silver grass vine wall on the front to resist Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai, who was in a state of rage, swept his arms and cut off a large number of vines, but this vine wall was still not something that could be broken through in a short time.

The blue light flashed in Tang San's hand, and the Blue Silver Grass vines were growing continuously, this was exactly the initial characteristic of the Blue Silver Grass, the vitality was tenacious, and the consumption was still small.

Although the next two soul rings blessed the Blue Silver Grass with a lot of powerful characteristics, the vitality was the strongest characteristic of the Blue Silver Grass itself.

Dai Mubai, who was trapped in the sea of blue silver grass, gradually regained his senses, and he was just angry and angry, but he needed his reason to be in a predicament, so that he could rely on his combat quality to find a way to break the situation.

There was still a sour smell in his nasal cavity, and Dai Mubai shook his head and forcibly pulled himself out of that disgusting feeling.

But the smell did not disappear, the fragrance rose again, and a faint sweet tea fragrance diluted the sour smell in his nasal cavity.

Dai Mubai didn't have the slightest happy thought, there must be a demon when something went wrong, he understood that he was probably tricked.

He was not a patient person, and when he understood that his situation was critical, a strong white light suddenly lit up on Dai Mubai's body, and the first of the three soul rings on his body was full of light, forming a white light shield, blocking all the surrounding vines from the outside and making it impossible to get close.

Immediately after that, the second soul ring lit up, and the huge white light instantly condensed, accompanied by Dai Mubai's tiger roar, a white ball of light erupted from his mouth.

This is exactly the skill that comes with Dai Mubai's first two soul rings, the White Tiger Protective Cover, the White Tiger Flame Light Wave, which is extremely powerful, and when they are used together, they will get out of the predicament in an instant.

And in Tang San's perspective, Dai Mubai had already been trapped and the tiger had fallen into Pingyang, but suddenly this person roared, and a white light shield isolated his vines.

In the next second, countless white lights shot out from the cracks in the vines, and a dull explosion suddenly roared.

The walls of vines formed by the blue silver grass were shattered and scattered, and even the entire street felt like it was being blown by a typhoon.