"You're calling this a bad talent?" Fatty Er on the side looked at Su Luo with speechless eyes, "Follow our senior brother, just watch it once, and then you can use the exercises, is this a genius?! "
As the second fat man said, he turned to ask Nai Hetian: "Senior brother, you can't do this, can you?"
Naihe Tian's heart is bitter.
He had learned this "Guangyan Hand Technique" for several years at first, and it took him several years to master it, but the girl in front of him...
The second fat man laughed loudly: "Eldest brother, so you are just like that! Hahaha—"
In Er Fatty's mind, the elder brother is the most talented and smartest, but he never expected that he would be shriveled.
It was getting dark now.
There is no moon in this interface, so I can't see my fingers.
Zhao Mohan was prepared, he spread out his hand, and a bead as bright as day appeared in the palm of his hand.
He ran to Nai Hetian's side, his face full of flattery: "Master, my disciple will light up the road ahead for you."
No matter what.
They moved on, walking in the dark.
But what they didn't know was that the dark undead who had been knocked out by Nai Hetian before were not completely purified, and two of them escaped desperately.
At this moment, they were hiding all the way, and finally rushed out like a rain of arrows and rushed into the vast mountains!
"Tweet! Tweet!"
The two dark little undead were in a panic, and the bigger one rushed into a fist-like black hole!
Such a small black hole, people must not be able to enter, only these small black groups that can change at will can enter.
"Chirp!"
Just after the two small black balls turned into black smoke and entered, there was a corresponding sound from inside.
Through a long, narrow black hole the size of a human fist—
This black hole is at least several kilometers long!
Soon, the eyes suddenly opened up.
A cave with thousands of square meters appeared.
But I saw a person at the head... Maybe it's more appropriate to call it a human shape.
It was a white-faced girl undead.
What is it called a white-faced person... According to Su Luo's words, it was her face when she was on earth and when she put on a mask... that kind of face.
The girl was in a pink dress, with a skeleton figure in the group, a white face on her face, and long hair behind her that went straight to her ankles. The whole person looked... She could scare a child to tears just by looking at it.
"The King of White Noodles! The King of White Noodles! We lost woohoo~!"
The older undead turned into a black phantom, crawled on the ground, and cried to the white-faced queen.
The white-faced queen sat up from the stone and asked sharply, "Little Thirteen, what about the others?! Why are you the only ones?"
"Dead, other brothers and sisters have been purified." The dark undead cried.
The undead on this hill are numbered according to numbers in order to distinguish them easily.
The one who escaped and returned to report in front of him was the number 13, and its name was Black Thirteen.
Hei Shisan said with grief, "That man in white is very cleansed. Brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters have been cleansed a lot, and I am the only one who escaped!"
There are a hundred undead on this mountain.
In order to drive away these outsiders, they organized half of the dark undead to condense into a huge dark mushroom cloud, but what they did not expect was that forty-eight of them were purified, and only two escaped back...