Disaster Shelter

　　 I am a big spit...

　　 is a big currency...

　　Spread coins...

　　The dead silence in the wildflower house of the mountain, the sound of the smoke son, echoed in the air.

　　The six-headed monster was silent at the same time.

　　 outside the demon hunter, also silent at the same time.

　　 After a moment, Sformore coughed: "According to the data, the strength of the Son is far beyond the general catastrophe level, you are doing blasphemy..."

　　Wen Wen waved his hand carelessly: "The goods all let the stab gun die. The old man who stabbed him did not live well until he died. I occasionally blame it."

　　 "Besides the blood of that guy alone, so many moths have been produced. He himself is not a good bird. If you scold, you will scold."

　　Not to mention this son, Wen Wen, the great master behind the blasphemous blood, scolded.

　　 He has never had enough awe for these so-called great existences. He has caused several serious cataclysms. Are he afraid of a dead guy?

　　Although the six-headed monster is slow in thinking, some of the original memories are still stored in the brain. As long as they are given some time, they can still figure out some things.

After seeing the absurd things done by the Son of Smoke, coupled with Wen Wen’s conversation with Sformo, they finally realized that the Son of Smoke was fake, and it was this that was so blasphemous. Man with small eyes.

　　 Six monsters looked at Wenwen at the same time, with a substantive killing intention in their eyes, blasphemy...must die!

　　 "Aren't you curious how do I lead them, hey, that's how they lead them."

　　 Wen Wen patted Shermore on the shoulder, and then pulled his legs and ran. The six-headed monster didn't think about it. Seeing that posture, Wen Wen didn't want to let go of it.

　　 Shermore glanced at each other, and they all followed. In their view, these monsters are not easy to deal with, and may need everyone to go together.

　　 Wenwen ran to the lake, looked around, then cut a bamboo and threw it in the water.

　　 Seeing several monsters chasing them out, Wen Wen kicked at the bamboo suddenly and stood on the bamboo.

　　Wenwen wants to do it again. The last time he lacked strength, he sinked to the bottom. This time, he has become a lot stronger and will surely succeed.

　　Bamboo like a sharp arrow piercing the water, standing gracefully on it, waving to the six-headed monster and Shermore and others.

　　 This time Wen Wen kicked the bamboo more than ten times stronger than last time, so even Wen Wen stood on the bamboo and was still moving fast.

　　A few monsters are like dumplings, jumping into the lake and chasing Wen Wen quickly.

　　 But what Wen Wen didn't think of was that the bamboo rushed all the way to the center of the lake, and he couldn't bear Wen Wenli Road, disintegrating and breaking apart.

　　 So Wen Wen looked under the eyes and sank again.

　　 Shermore and others are silent, they are all professionally trained, they should never laugh when they shouldn't laugh, but they can't help but see the scene of Wen Wen pretending to fail.

　　 But the corners of their mouths were just raised, and their mouths could not help being opened wide.

I saw a stream of water breaking out of the water. Wen Wen rode on a two-meter-long colored big fish. The big colored fish twisted and the long fins oscillated strangely. This fish even carried Wen Wen to the other side of the lake. !

　　 It turns out that Wen Wen deliberately sank to the bottom of the lake, the purpose is to ride this magical big fish.

　　Ye Wen exclaimed with a little surprise: "Unexpectedly, this hot spring lake actually breeds magical fish that can fly, but how does the spy know that this fish can fly."

　　 "When the hot spring was bathed that day, the spy was the last one to go back. Presumably he discovered the godfish at that time." The Ranger guessed.

　　 guessed hot here, but sometimes the truth is not so complicated.

　　 After Wen Wen sank to the bottom, the brain was running fast, thinking about how to save his face, and found a big fish two meters long.

　　 So he forced the big fish and forced the big fish to fly with his legs...

　　Don't care about the small details between them. In short, Wen Wen easily reached the other side of the lake. After a quick glance, I found that it became white.

　　 This white cloud is not a mist, but a cobweb. The spider mothers in the wildflower house have already installed dense cobwebs here. As long as the six monsters rush into this place, they will never escape from it.

　　Wenwen walked inside for some distance, and found a suitable stone to sit on it, waiting for the monsters to arrive.

　　The area of ​​this hot spring lake is very large, plus the fly in the second half of the Wenwen is very fast, so the monsters were pulled down a distance.

In fact, this is what the monsters are looking for, even if they run around the lake faster than they are now, because they jump to the bottom of the lake, and the bottom of the lake is extremely deep, and the temperature and heterogeneous energy are far from above. Than……

　　After Shermore and others arrived, the monsters who had set off first arrived late, standing on the shore, panting and looking at Wenwen with fierceness.

　　 Several assassin hunters glanced at each other, and they all relaxed a little bit. The intelligence of these monsters is so worrying that it is not a problem to get them done.

　　 "Six, why do you chase me."

　　 "Profanity! The profanity must be sanctioned."

　　 "Oh, then wait a minute~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How about these six-headed monsters being upright, Wen Wen said let them wait a moment, they really just waited a moment.

　　 Wenwen turned around, took out two pieces of paper, and snapped a finger, and the two patterns were printed on the paper.

　　This is the ability of a compound printer, which can hit patterns on other objects out of thin air.

He passed a piece of paper over and showed it to the six-headed monster from left to right: "On these two papers, two people are drawn, one of them is the big coin, the son on the left, the one on the right. ..."

　　 "The one on the right is the big money!" Lao Shiren pointed to the piece of paper on the right and said aloud.

　　 Wen Wen asked meaningfully: "Do you think so?"

　　The six-headed monsters nodded one after another, and in any case, they could not say that the Son was a big currency.

　　 Sherlock Holmes turned his head slightly, he couldn't bear to look down. Although these monsters were twisted and evil, they were really stupid.

　　 "Since you all think so, you are blasphemers now!" Wen Wen turned over the paper on the right. The picture above is still the Son, and the two papers are exactly the same.

　　 This simple method, normal people will not be successful, because they must determine the identity of the people on the two pieces of paper before they can make a conclusion.

　　But since these monsters are not active now, don’t blame Wenwen for bullying others.

　　 "The blasphemy must be sanctioned. Now please punish yourself first."

　　Wenwen once again snapped his fingers, and a power of ink flew to the six monsters respectively, with the three characters of ‘God-blaster’ printed on their heads.