The black qi on the ground controlled Wen Xiaoya's body again, she didn't come to attack Meng Liangliang, but turned around and took off the mop in the corner.

The corners of Meng Liangliang's mouth twitched fiercely. She didn't think that the existence of a fetus would have any habit of mopping the floor. At this moment, this mop is no longer a mop, but a murder weapon!

A fetal ghost, she has barely escaped, coupled with this upgraded armament, the situation can be imagined.

Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. Whether it is heavier than Tarzan or lighter than Hongmao, she doesn't want to die, let alone be killed by a mop.

Meng Liangliang narrowly dodged the fierce mop, but he didn't have time to dodge the man's hands. Seeing that the hands were about to jam his neck, Meng Liangliang closed his eyes and kicked over.

The surprise came, and the man was kicked to the ground by her. The situation gave her a surge of hope, and in a matter of seconds, that hope burned like a flame doused with gasoline.

Actually, it can be hard bar!

What quickly flashed in Meng Liangliang's mind at this moment were the various plots that Su Xiaonuan had told her. Meng Liangliang's time is not enough, I haven't read a few novels outside the syllabus, and I don't chase dramas. Su Xiaonuan is different, the novels she has read are general, and the dramas she chases can be arranged into a big forest, and she will always tell her the plots of those novels and dramas with great interest.

After listening to it a lot, I naturally found some similarities, that is, routines.

If she is the protagonist and encounters the current situation, then the next time should be to witness her explode into the small universe to solve the problem and go to the small peak of the cool point for the first time. As for whether she is the protagonist or not, Meng Liangliang is confident. Being thunderbolted into a god is not the protagonist yet, how can it be?

Faintly, Meng Liangliang realized the truth that art comes from life.

There was hope in my heart, and my waist straightened. Facing the mop that stabbed straight forward, Meng Liangliang couldn't avoid it, so he simply didn't avoid it. She grabbed the head of the mop with her backhand, twisted it violently, and the mop rod fell off from Wen Xiaoya's hand, followed by a poke, and the mop rod hit Wen Xiaoya with great accuracy, knocking the other party to the ground.

Meng Liangliang suddenly felt a surge in confidence. She flipped the mop in her hand and poked it on the ground, holding the mop lever in her hand, and something called momentum quickly swelled from her heel to the top of her brain.

The fetal ghost doesn't know how to fear the god monarch and the ghost, but he instinctively fears power. At first glance, when he saw the momentum rising on Meng Liangliang's body, he was immediately shocked.

Seeing this, Meng Liangliang felt even more that his thoughts were right, and the problem was about to be solved.

However, no, no, there is!

She didn't burst out with any mysterious power, and she didn't have the arrival of a cool little peak. After only a few seconds, the fetal ghost found that the person in front of him was just a little scary, and he didn't have the ability. So Meng Liangliang once again fell into the situation where you chased her and chased me away.

Fortunately, this time she had a weapon in her hand, a mop. It's not as bad as it was just now. Dancing with a mop, poking east and west, and kicking coldly, Meng Liangliang gradually found a little bit of a feeling of ease.

In this process, Meng Liangliang figured out that the fetal ghost itself couldn't get close to her, so he manipulated these two people to attack her. In fact, she still has people to deal with. She has no experience in fighting with ghosts, is she fighting with people...... She has been working all kinds of short-term jobs for many years, and has come into contact with all kinds of people, and it is inevitable that she will encounter a few unreasonable ones. She has experience in quarreling, and she also has experience in tearing up.

This made her see hope again, but unfortunately the reality once again gave her ruthlessness.

She overlooked one sentence: two fists are hard to beat four.

When the fetal ghost saw through her three-plate axe moves, Meng Liangliang's ease became an embarrassed response. I poked this one, and that one flew at me again. Lying on his stomach, this one's paws are holding the sterilization bucket to cover themselves.

This fight was more difficult than any previous shrew...... Well, higher than any previous righteous counterattack. The other party doesn't know the pain, and he won't subconsciously avoid the mop head. On the contrary, she was afraid that she would really hurt these two bodies. Looking ahead, nature is becoming more and more constrained and tired of parrying.

The fetus began to laugh in a sinister manner. Meng Liangliang couldn't grow a few more pairs of hands, and he didn't have time to ponder the meaning of this laughter.

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the stagnant air.

A very unscientific figure appeared out of thin air. Without waiting for Meng Liangliang to see clearly, he heard a clear sound of "Zheng" in his ears, and a clear light spread out in front of him, like frost on the moon, like a spring flowing under the stars.

It was a sword. Different from the swords Meng Liangliang had seen in the park, its shape was very concise, the sword body was cold, the sword support was extremely narrow, and the sword tail was without ears. A thorn and a little cold light shimmered, brilliant and incomparable, and a collapse and a split, the strong wind howled, and the qi was agitated.

In an instant, the two fetuses left the human body under their control and were forced into a black bead, only the hissing screams echoed, and soon dissipated.

All is calm.

Only then did Meng Liangliang see clearly that the owner of the sword was a man with a long body. He was dressed in a black casual suit, and his skin was like white jade. It is a texture that is not mixed with any impurities, warm and tough, and there is no temperature at all.

The corners of his lips are naturally upturned, and he smiles when he doesn't like it. It clearly looks like a close person, but it makes people look at the snow in the mountains and dare not approach lightly. His whole person is like a character who has stepped down from the ink danqing, but the coldness of his gestures is difficult to depict in the ink danqing.

Meng Liangliang had never seen such a character.

She was a little nervous. The breath on the other party's body is different from others. and this skill, this all-over temperament, obviously has a way to go. Should she say hello first and make a good impression, or be safe and wait for the other party to say hello first. If you say hello first, how do you say hello?

The world of immortals, she still doesn't understand.

In the time that Meng Liangliang was contemplatingly thinking, the man in black collected the beads, put his sword back into the sheath, and then flipped the two who fell to the ground and straightened them, and put his fingers against their foreheads to draw a faint string of light dust. The light dust was lined up in the form of a spell, flashing on the foreheads of the two of them, and then disappeared.

The man in black stood up, and then looked at Meng Liangliang.

His eyes are as clear as glass, and they contain all things like stars. He was clearly looking at Meng Liangliang, but he made Meng Liangliang feel that the other party was not looking at him. To be precise, his gaze was as if he was looking at an ordinary inanimate object, cold and cold, without any temperature.

That's embarrassing. Just a second ago, she was thinking about whether to say hello to the other party. Looking at this appearance, the other party has absolutely no intention of greeting him.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you say hello or not. What matters is what to do next.