Ever Since I Contracted the Big Black Cat, This Money Fan!

At this time, the ghost dance Tsuji Mumai didn't know that he was about to become "kneeling fifty-five miserable", he only knew that the young man who caught the door looked at ordinary, and was very energetic.

Especially when the night breeze blows, it brushes the other person's neck.

The body around the aorta drifted over the tip of his nose, and the taste was perfect and seductive, like the blood of Yuehu Swordsman·Jiguo Yansheng that he had tasted hundreds of years ago...

Just a little bit sore, toothache ==

And the man walking in front of him should be bloody. Maybe, it's still the best in thin blood, with this as a staple food, and two children as a meal...

It seems that I have good luck tonight, and I think it's not miserable.

The crescent moon hangs high, clear and radiant.

Seeing that the prey had entered the best hunting ground-the wilderness, without misery, a grim smile evoked, and he quietly approached Saitama.

Immediately, he stretched out his nails and stabs Saitama's spine quickly and hard.

With just one click, the human spine will break.

The heart is beating, the blood is circulating, but people have lost all their mobility. At that time, the prey will die, just to keep the freshest taste of the food.

This blow was as swift as lightning, and no human could avoid it.

I stabbed Saitama’s spine without misery. I thought that the next second was to poke into the tofu and become bloody. Who knows that the nail hits Saitama’s muscles, such as an egg hitting the diamond, and the nail is cracked. A few dollars.

The pain of the five fingers connected to the heart, Wu Mian froze in place like a blown hair.

Saitama's body trembled slightly.

He stopped steadily, turning his head slowly like a slow-motion playback in a movie. The white moonlight gleamed on the side of his Buddhist face, giving the ghost a gloomy feeling for some reason.

Saitama's dead fisheye did not fluctuate, but his tone was full of impatience: "...Are you a ghost?"

As he said, Saitama raised his hand to make a knife-like hand, and said blankly, "Then, don't you know that if you stabb someone in the back, they will also hurt!"

Abruptly, there is no miserable cold all over the body. But he is fast, Saitama's hand knife is faster.

Regardless of how weak and beautiful his appearance is, this bald eye is nothing but a pink skull. The sword in the hand was raised high and slammed on his head like a spear of judgment.

In an instant, the earth cracked!

Wu Mi was unable to contend with this force. His body was smashed into the soil, leaving only his head exposed, but his entire face was sunken and turned into a lump of red flesh.

No misfortune:...

Suddenly, he thought of the evil woman who pressed him down, and then thought of the bald man who flattened him... Could it be that they were a family?

And "Muichiro and Ichiro" are their children?

The monster woman and the monster man, the child born... it's over! His black death mou, his winding one, his most durable thug!

Wu Mian was too "excited", causing the face that was smashed by the hand knife to quickly recover.

Upon seeing this, Saitama tilted his head: "Hey, are you still alive?"

He clenched a fist, stared at the "ghost girl" condescendingly, and said ruthlessly: "Well, I'll take you a ride. This time, I will definitely take you home."

Acknowledge·True·One Punch!

When Saitama's face suddenly turned into a serious face, Wu Mier felt an unprecedented fear.

When the serious punch smashed him down, Wu Mier went into the ground like a groundhog, surpassed himself into four thousand "sashimi", and fled down frantically.

"boom--"

The land a hundred li in a radius instantly turned into ruins. The loess was renovated, the trees collapsed, the smoke billowed, and an expensive cherry-pink kimono was wiped out in the wind.

The peaceful town was awakened by the explosion, and the lights came on. The voice grew louder, and Saitama got up in the dark, staring at his fist in a daze.

Just now, there is no real sense of shock...

"Escape so fast..." Saitama stared at the huge pit under her feet, feeling incredible for the first time, "Is she an earthworm or a pangolin, how could she drill so fast?"

As everyone knows, Wu Mi has lived for a thousand years, nothing else has grown, and the skill of escape is extraordinary.

As long as you can survive, what is face and lining? !

Even if he sacrificed a part of his body and the remaining flesh turned into an earthworm and kept diving, he would shout in an angry voice: "Naruto! What are you doing Naruto!"

"Hurry up and open the Infinite City! Are you dead?"

Naruto:...

The hand playing shamisen trembled slightly.

"Useless things! You should have opened Infinite City as early as that man turned around!" Wu miserable roared, "The same is true of the Dark Death Mou, how dare you let me go with him!"

"Obviously with six eyes, can't you still see that the man has a problem?"

Naruto:...

Groove didn't know where to start, and didn't want to vomit at all.

"waste!"

Accompanied by this curse, Mingnu dialed shamisen calmly.

When the door to the Japanese room of Nachengxiang Infinite City was opened, countless mud and stones wrapped in pieces of meat fell together, and fell on Mingnu's side and soiled her bamboo mat.

The meat squirmed and closed, looking strangely disgusting.

Naruto:...

She was silent and did not dare to speak any more.

More than ten seconds later, Wu Mian stood up naked and slapped Mingnu with his backhand, slapped her face half-bloodly.

"No next time, Naruto." No bitterly said, "Otherwise I will kill you."

Naruto nodded.

The flesh and blood on half of her face grew back, and she seemed to be used to this kind of thing.

After a long time, Naruto suddenly said: "A man on the string..." She was still outside.

Wu miserably said coldly: "Leave him alone for a while. It's time to practice the black death Mou's vigilance."

Naruto:...

Silence, silence is the infinite city tonight ==

Wu Mian is indeed too despised, but the black death Mou is much more upright than him.

After he spent some time walking around the city, he finally found the twins in front of a goldfish shop. At a glance, the black death Mou was taken aback.

And it’s been a long time...

There is no reason for this. The black and green hair of the brothers has a gradual change of color. Their eyebrows are similar to him and Yuanyi, and even the smell of blood brings out a sense of familiarity.

This eyebrow, this breath, even twins...

The black death Mou held the handle of the knife for a long time, then gradually let go of his hand. When he lifted his foot out of the shadow, he was already looking like Jiguo Yansheng.

He walked to Brother Shitou and squatted down in front of them, ready to confirm who their ancestors were?

How do you know that he was hit by a soul crit just after he got close for a while!

Ichiro was holding a net bag and gritted his teeth: "Damn it! Let it run away again!"

The fat goldfish threw the water on the paper net bag, seeming to laugh at him for his uselessness.

Without saying a word, Wu Yilang picked up his paper pocket and easily picked up the fat goldfish, put it in the small basin on the side, and said: "As long as my brother wants it, I will catch it for you."

The owner of the goldfish stall smiled completely stiff.

Ichiro instantly urged: "Okay, Wuichiro, I want this one, this one and this one!"

Wu Yilang made a call: "Well, give it to you, give it to you, give it to you."

Black Death Mou:...

He was shocked, is there such a shameless brother in the world?

He couldn't help but say: "You... why don't you try to catch goldfish by yourself?"

In the past, Yuanyi practiced swordsmanship, he also practiced swordsmanship; Yuanyi used breathing, he must also learn to breathe. He never wants to be left behind by Fate, he is an elder brother!

Ichiro looked up at him, oh, don't know.

He controlled Yan's breath and said, "I can't catch it, of course I have to let the one that can be caught."

Black Death Mou: "But you keep avoiding and let the capable younger brother solve the problem. Aren't you just a trash brother?"

Ichiro said strangely: "My brother is so good, what does it matter if my brother is a little crap?"

Black Death Mou:...

"Besides, the powerful brother only listens to me, who would think I'm trash?" Ichiro couldn't help his breath, and he gradually opened up, "Even if they challenge me, as long as Wuichiro says--"

He gave Wuichiro a look.

Wuichiro held the paper pocket blankly: "Draw your sword, even I can't beat it. I want to challenge my brother, wishful thinking."

Ichiro said indifferently: "Then I must be the'strongest' in the legend."

Black Death Mou:...

If more than four hundred years ago, Yuan Yi said: [Draw your sword, even I can't beat it, and I want to challenge my brother. 】

So, Master Wu Mier might not dare to find him for the rest of his life, right?

Can't help but fall into contemplation==

Kai Xian Yi never imagined that when his boss was beaten, the battlefield on his side was actually "turn-based", and he was extremely crushed.

The black death Mou stabilized his reason and said coldly: "What the cunning people do."

Ichiro: "What does that have to do with you?"

Wuichiro: "My brother is right."

Black Death Mou:...

The power of the twins' mouths is too strong, and the black death Mou no longer asks himself for being boring. He stood up in front of the goldfish stand, exuding a terrible aura, and put one hand on the handle of the knife.

Wuichiro shook suddenly, he instinctively rushed to his brother, and rolled him several times.

With only a sound of "crash", the long knife cut through the tub containing the goldfish. He turned his head abruptly and saw the owner of the goldfish stall crawling away, while a sunken knife with eyes full of eyes was lying in front of him.

The sunblade with eyes full of...

He raised his head and saw the grimace with six eyes, and also saw the words "Shang Xian Yi" engraved in the ghost's pupils.

Winding...one...

Wuichiro suffocated his breath. Then, he vigorously pushed his elder brother away and shouted, "Run!"

With one hand, he untied the cloth strips behind him and drew out a sunken knife that was not much shorter than him.

"Run!"

Wu Yilang swung his knife away from the blade of Hei Si Mou, but because of his weak strength, he was lifted off like a cannonball and penetrated several houses.

When Ichiro saw this, there was only one thought in his mind--

"I'm fighting with you!"

They had no hope of escape when they hit the winding hand. Even if Saitama can come, I am afraid I can only help them collect their bodies. But, but... Wuichiro, Wuichiro must live!

How can Wuichiro survive?

Ichiro could only think of using his body to block the blade of Kawachi.

If only one brother can live, he hopes Wuichiro. Just as Wuichiro wished he would survive.

Ichiro rushed to the black death Mou!

In an instant, a dark green figure stabs in obliquely, holding Ichiro's collar with one hand and flicking it back, his toes hit the ground violently, and his big tail turns into a high-speed afterimage, hitting the head of Hei Si Mou.

Hei Si Mou leaned back and saw that the tail needle on the green tail flashed and suddenly bent down and pierced his neck!

The blade pointed back, cutting up from bottom to top, and with a sharp sound of "knock", it burst out a series of sparks of metal friction. Under the mutual repulsion of the impact force, the two sides jumped and retreated, one with a horizontal knife on the side and the other with a long tail.

Meliam put on an offensive posture: "Don't get in the way."

A face-to-face fight made him excited. The king of ants felt his blood boil, and he didn't want humans to disturb his battle.

That is his prey!

When his lower limbs sank, Melu Aim's figure suddenly flew up, and he approached Hei Si Mou in a straight line, opening his hands at the second when the thought pressure broke out, and sending out a dazzling chaotic attack.

This is the fighting technique learned from the opponent when teaming up with Saitama. The king of ants is naturally intelligent and learns thoroughly after just reading it once.

He slammed Black Death Mou's long knife with one punch after another. Unexpectedly, the knife was so sharp that it could break through his defenses and make his fists bleed.

Moreover, this ghost's reaction speed is amazing, and his combat experience is too much.

Black Death Mou: "You... are not a ghost?"

This green tail, four fingers, green skin, isn't it a ghost?

Mellowam: "I am an ant."

Given that the opponent is very strong, he will inform the opponent of his race.

Black Death Mou:...

Is it the kind of ant he thinks?

The author has something to say: PS: A baby less than a full month old VS a 480-year-old grandfather!

PS: No misfortune: From now on, Yuanyi, bald heads and beauties, don't touch them all.

Black Death Mou: Boss, you have to add another ant.

Wu miserable: ... have you seen that old man? Go, catch it.

Nitro:? ? ?