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

Yu Xingmi knew that Wu Mi was very cruel, but she really didn't know Wu Mi was so cruel.

Seeing that she threw the knife to the rear in order to save Ilumi, she immediately stopped fleeing and stood in a Japanese room, as if she was going to fight her to the death.

At that time, the indoor lighting was dim and soft, and the candles were beeping softly.

Wu Sui quickly grew all of her body, waiting for her in the most complete ghost king posture.

The black curly hair was washed and blown into white curly hair, with scarlet markings on his face. All his clothes were removed, revealing a sturdy and exquisite macho figure and a jagged mouth.

Octopus-like eight claws gush out from the back of his spine, and the head of each claw is a sharp bone hook. He stood sideways in the light, with one leg upright and the other bent.

Raise the right hand to make a "grab" shape, the neck is tilted down at 45 degrees, and the bone hooks on the back are all opened——

The lighting, posture, C position, appearance, and figure are all perfect! If Yu Xingmi hadn't known that this was the ghost king, he would have thought he was shooting the cover of a fashion blockbuster!

Hello! Do you have the consciousness to be hunted down?

The demon king of the dark continent was really speechless.

Who gave you the confidence? There is still time to make a C debut when I am hunted down! Do you think I can't cure you without a knife?

Don't say, Wu Mi really thought she couldn't cure him without a knife ==

"Yuanyi, do you think you really have been my opponent for four hundred years?" Wu miserable Wuji, "I specially brought you here, I just want to fight you alone."

Yu Xingmi: ...oh.

"What is your expression!" Wu Mian and incompetent furious, "Do you think that you who lost your sword still have the power to fight me? Ah!"

"You are just fish on the chopping board now, you can only let me kill!"

Yu Xingmi: "Oh."

No misfortune:...

He can't stand it anymore! This ponytail birdman!

There was no miserable roar, and the eight-claw bone hook behind it was like a madly dancing Medusa hair, rushing towards Yu Xingmi frantically. He didn't keep his hands, let alone mercy.

It's been a long time since he wanted to turn fate into three thousand pieces!

But there is nothing miserable, I never thought of it--

Yu Xingmi grasped the first bone hook accurately, and he tugged hard...Eh, tugging, can't tugging?

No misfortune:...

Yu Xingmi accurately grasped the second, third, and fourth roots-without miserable use of the strength to pull, eh, still can't pull, this... is it?

He raised his head in horror, and saw Yu Xingmi holding his bone hook and smiling honestly.

Then, pull it hard!

"No-Mingnu! You are doing Mingnu... Ow!" Wu Mian let out a scream.

Then came a series of fists to the flesh.

"No!" Wu Pai was punched and kicked, beaten repeatedly, was pushed into the floor by his head, was rounded up and shaken 800 times, was trampled on his face frantically, and was...

Yu Xingmi offered a sacrifice to the Great Buddha-Tathagata nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine slap!

Ilumi originally thought that the battlefield of Zhu and the ghost should be like this-swords, lights, swords, and flesh and blood flying across the board, avoiding the ultimate move at the moment of the moment, and dripping with life and death in the ten thousand battles.

Either **** or treacherous, with terror and awe, fighting evil spirits with a human body, not to mention the song and tears of poems, there must be a bit of heroism and decent.

But through Naruto’s eyes, he discovered that Zhu and the ghost’s real battlefield was like this--

On the three-dimensional axis 339 of the room, Butterfly Ninja "accidentally" kicked the tired head. The newly-promoted worms opened his eyes wide in surprise, covering his mouth with his hands as a little daughter.

"Yeah~~ It's terrible, it's a ghost!" And kicked again.

Tired: ... When my body finds the head, I will kill you!

"Look at your appearance, you are still a child." Hei Ni climbed onto her face, the heavy shadow obscured her expression, "It must be painful to be a ghost?"

Slowly drew out the Sunwheel Knife: "Don't be afraid, I like children very much. So, I will help you out...no pain."

With a smile on her face, Butterfly Ninja put the exquisite sun-wheel knife down, and gently scratched his tired face, scraping a shallow blood mark.

She retracted the knife, squatted down and watched her tired.

Tired can't help but mocking: "It doesn't hurt or itchy. Because it's a short woman, and the strength is not enough to beheaded, so do you use stabbing?"

A blue vein burst out of Butterfly Ninja's forehead, and she smiled sweetly: "Bad boy, you are obviously shorter than me. So a lady is going to be punished~~"

"Did you feel it?"

The poison quenched on the blade's blade penetrated into the skin along the ghost blood, tired to find that his thick long hair was falling off a lot. Soon, he became a bald head!

Butterfly forbearance put his hands together and smiled happily: "It's great! The medicine has been developed successfully, and I will use it on Mr. Tomioka's next time."

Tired: ...what do you think of me? !

Butterfly Ninja sprinkled a pinch of powder on his tired bald head: "Try this."

Tired skin began to ulcerate extensively.

Butterfly Ninja: "Ah, try this again. Bad boy, you have eaten a lot of people, the smell of blood on your body is so strong."

After the skin ulcers, the toxins begin to erode the bones.

"So I brought this, go ahead~~"

Like a barbecue, the Butterfly Ninja puts salt and pepper and cumin, and sprinkles with black pepper and honey. In a short while, the head of the little spider spirit no longer sees its original appearance.

Until this time, Butterfly Ninja undid a dagger from his calf and pierced the ghost's head with a knife.

Amidst the rotten flesh splattering, Butterfly Ninja smiled full of black mud: "I'm so happy, you have become obedient!"

Tired: [spit my soul and belch.jpg]

Ilumi with panoramic VR vision:...

The hand that stirred the needle, trembled slightly.

Room axis 258, Tong Mo held two fans, and looked at Hisuo with his smiling lips: "Oh, it turned out to be an old acquaintance! Remember, we took a bath together last time!"

Hiso kissed the poker lightly, intoxicated: "Oh~~It was a wonderful night~~"

Tong Mo: "I still remember the distribution of every muscle in your body. It's really a young and perfect body."

Hisoso: "You don't mean anything, baby~~ I always remember your hips, full and elastic~~"

Nifei Petuo's face is dumbfounded: Meow?

Ilumi: Hisoso, has your private life been messed up to the point that you can't even let go of ghosts?

Tong Mo took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and opened his arms: "Do you want to become a ghost? As long as you nod, I will distribute the blood to you~~In this way, even if you want to take a bath with me every day~~"

He didn't have a friend in Twelve Ghost Moon!

It's rare for a human to appreciate (?) his... buttocks, of course, he must turn him into a ghost and let him appreciate it for a longer time.

Hisuo steeped and leaned back, as if he was violently hit by ten thousand love hearts: "Oh~~baby~~"

He straightened his body abruptly, brushed his hands across his Adam's apple, and then to the abdominal muscles: "You can't keep a man with "every day", let alone "forever"."

"I just want to have a nice night with you, let me die on you, or let you die under me~~" Hisoso brush pulled his clothes away, and the atmosphere suddenly became anxious, "What I want is The blood that runs through your body! Not the blood that you personally gave to me~~"

Tong Mo: "Oh~~ Did you want to fight for my (blood) by yourself?"

"Then, come on~~ I can't wait!"

The style of exquisite European and American males suddenly became more expensive. For example, Nifei Pido, an ant who didn't understand what male love was, at this time also felt a moment of unspeakable coldness.

On the battlefield, Nifei Petuo exploded his hair and instinctively retreated.

Ilumi was silent for a moment outside the battlefield, and took the effort to move the column towards this space.

The eldest master said: If Hisoso and this ghost did it on the spot, it would be too hot. No, I can’t be poisoned alone.

So, when Hisoso and Tong Mo were about to fight each other, the door opened with a "boom", and a purgatory apricot Shou Lang rolled in from outside.

Tong Mo is very comfortable: "Here is another one!"

"Boom" the door opened again, and a sorrowful island with folded hands came in from outside.

Tong Mo doesn't shake the fan anymore: "It's a bit tricky~~"

"Boom!" Yuyu Tianyuan and Kate landed, seemingly unclear about the current situation.

Tong Mo put away his fan: "It looks like a hard fight."

At this moment, a bald man with a cloak rolled in indecently, got up like a chicken, and patted the ashes on his body: "Really, the door suddenly opened without telling me."

Tong Mo completely lost his smile: "Group fight?"

The atmosphere suddenly became evil.

Life is like a gang fight. If you can't resist, you can only...Run!

Tong Mo turned back and rushed toward the door of the Japanese room: "Naruto~~What are you doing? Naruto~~"

Then, there is no more then ==

Tong Mo was caught by Saitama and dragged his feet back. Amidst the honest and honest sound of all the pillars, the icy and clean colorful Marie Su Kaifeng was completely "defiled".

As the scene was too sick and inhumane, Ilumi couldn't help but turn his eyes away.

Immediately afterwards, he "saw" the furious Black Death Mou.

I have to say that the first one is the first one.

Even if he ingested his special wisteria flower poison and smelled the balm on his black hair, not only did he not die under the middle and the middle of the two compartments, he still had the power to fight and had the upper hand, which was an eye-opener for him.

It's not that the toxin has no effect, but the dedication to martial arts and victory completely suppressed the discomfort in the body.

Breath of the Moon, Two Types, and the Moon with Pearls!

The seemingly unremarkable two knives actually swung two blade winds with an arc length of more than ten meters. They bend like crescent moons, with countless small crescent moons rotating above them.

It was clearly glowing with the color of the beaded flowers under the moon, but it was a cruel thing to see the blood in the throat.

The breath of the moon of Black Death Mou can be called the most gorgeous breathing method. Every attack is like a pearl entering a shell and a moon rising from a slender cloud, beautiful as a dream and illusion, and its lethality is proportional to its beauty.

More than four hundred years ago, when he was still a human, colleagues of the ghost killing team said with emotion: "A ghost killed by you is like dying in a dream."

And now, he will let these humans die in dreams.

Even if he knows that Ichiro and Wuichiro are descendants of the heirs he left behind four hundred years ago. They are not only twins, the difference in talent is also like the difference between him and Yuanyi.

But so what?

In order to become a strong swordsman like Yuanyi, he abandoned his wife and son.

In order to see the transparent world that Yuanyi saw, he abandoned his human identity.

Whether he is his wife or child, or his heart, how can he be merciful to his heirs and descendants if he can lose everything?

Breath of the Moon·Type of Three·Look at the lunar eclipse!

After one move, another move was taken, leaving no room for the black death Mou.

He remembers, he still remembers! This move was a move he realized under the torment of jealousy day and night, as if he was the crescent moon reflecting the sun, loathing the ugly self, and hating the light of the sun.

The moves that have eroded the mind by jealousy are more powerful than the last blow.

Wuichiro suddenly guarded Ichiro, and with the thin body of a twelve-year-old boy, he wielded the Sunwheel Knife-Kasumi's Breath, Two-Type, Yae Kasumi!

This is an extremely fast eight-slash, and each blow is powerful enough to split a huge rock.

Wuichiro's nothingness is "unlimited" nothingness.

He learned the breathing method within one month of picking up the knife, and became Zhu's genius within two months. Even though he had only dealt with the black death Mou once, the result of his survival was that he had benefited a lot.

He knows the power of Black Death Mou!

He understands the arc of the opponent's chopping!

Even if he couldn't compete with his strength because of his youth, but he chopped out two knives, he responded with eight knives, and he would never lose.

"Keng Keng!"

The piercing sound of gold and iron cried suddenly, and Wuichiro quickly blocked the second move of Yuezhi's breath. He pushed his elder brother away with one hand and strode to the black death Mou.

At the same moment, the doors of the Japanese chambers on both sides burst open, jumping into the undead river and Fugang.

In an instant, Hei Si Mou raised the bar with one hand to lower the strength of the three swordsmen's arms, the muscles on his arms stubbed, and he swung the three violently away.

Wu Yilang Ren Xiaoliwei was really unsteady, and flew backwards and smashed into the corner. Fu Gang and Fu Shi Chuan touched the ceiling and the door of the Japanese room, kicked their lower limbs, and rushed towards Heishi Mou.

Breath of the wind!

Breath of water!

This combination of "feng shui turns" hits the black death Mou, who does not know that they are faster, and the black death Mou is faster. The ghost knife with full eyes took the two knives and drew a large spark.

The black death Mou knife held the two together, and reacted very quickly, raising his leg and kicking towards Immortal Chuan Shiya.

Undead Chuan was shocked, and immediately retracted his arms to block the heavy blow. Just at this moment, Wuichiro's Hirotaka burst out, cutting directly towards Heishi Mou's leg.

Yuichiro roared, "The legs are so long! Wuichiro, cut him off!"

Black Death Mou:...

This brat!

Ichiro instantly filled the hatred value of Hei Si Mou.

Wu Yilang struck Hei Si Mou's leg, but the blade was embedded in the bone, and he couldn't cut it anymore. The black death Mou sneered: "The twelve-year-old arm also wanted to cut off my body in a delusion?"

Ichiro shouted: "Stupid! Cut him!"

Wu Yilang changed from chopped to chopped, and in an instant he chopped off a large piece of meat from Hei Si Mou.

Ichiro called crazy: "Backhand! Backhand pierced his thigh!"

Black Death Mou:...

Undead River:...

They may be the only normal people (ghosts) in the field. To be honest, this kind of battle is really no samurai at all. But Yoshiyuki Tomioka's silly breath can be in line with Ichiro's silly breath.

When their brain waves get together, even the world can be destroyed!

Without saying anything, Tomioka lifted a knife and pierced Black Death Mou's thigh.

Faction Commander Ichiro yelled: "Idiot! You are strong enough, why don't you chop?!"

Tomioka was taken aback, it was too late to take the knife.

He can only change from **** to slash within his ability. As a result, due to the deviation of the angle and the lack of strength, the Hirotor almost wiped Heishimou's loincloth and cut off his pants directly.

This is the sound of morality falling.

They saw that Mu's dark samurai pants had been slanted open, revealing large long legs halfway. Because the upper opening is a bit high, a piece of white loincloth can still be seen vaguely...

Okay, so do ghosts wear loincloths too? !

No, this is not the point. The point is that after the audience was silent for a second, the black death Mou tore off the obstructive torn pants, directly revealing two long white legs.

The black death Mou is very stable: "Samurai, you don't care about appearance."

He stepped diagonally across the ghost knife.

Brother Shito:...

Undead River X Tomioka:...

Ichiro was blindfolded and was about to open his mouth to say something.

At this moment, a pair of brilliant golden Buddha hands blasted open the door of the Japanese Chamber of Infinite City, and Yu Xingmi, who was holding the edge of the skin, grabbed a tuft full of mosaics and rushed towards this end.

At the moment when her face suddenly appeared, they saw Hei Di Mou's expression go blank.

The winding ghost almost picked up the torn pants at the speed of light, put it on the leg at the speed of light, then fastened the belt at the speed of light, and finally returned to the original posture of holding the sword at the speed of light.

Everyone:...

Ichiro was stunned: "Hey, don't you care about appearance?"

Black Death Mou:...

You shameless offspring, I will kill you sooner or later!