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These cartoonists carry darts with them all year round and sleep in the wind without any complaints, but they cannot leave without a word. After drinking a few glasses of hot wine, the fatigue of the day is gone.

"These boys," Fang said, smiled slightly, sat down and shook his head, removed a gourd from his waist, unscrewed the bottle, and took a big sip. A happy look appeared on his face when he was about to speak, but Suddenly, his eyes froze and shrank.

A drop of red liquid fell and dripped onto the gourd, splashing a bright blood flower, a faint smell and a spreadsheet.

Lao Fang suddenly looked up and saw something like this happening on his head. Suddenly he took a breath and his face became extremely gloomy, "Blood bat!"

The top of Old Man Fang's head was three feet high and one and a half feet long. The red bats shook their wings and hung in mid-air, with two small blood-colored eyes popping out of their bodies.

Fang Lao's eyes flashed, and he reached for the big knife of a photographer next to him. He stood up, took the knife off, crossed a shining path, and cut the kite into two pieces directly from the sky, in the middle of the bonfire. He stopped for two hours and smelled it.

The changes here attracted everyone's attention. Dozens of teachers turned their attention to Lao Fang. The originally warm scene suddenly calmed down.

Looking at the bat that was scorched in the fire, the old man's expression darkened, and Wang Chang's expression changed slightly. Looking at the old man, he hesitated. "Mr. Fang, what's wrong?" he said.

Mr. Fang's face was gloomy and he did not answer, but in the silence of this scene, a loud noise suddenly sounded from the southeast corner, as if countless birds were flapping their wings. The wings were weak at first, as if they were far away, but they quickly It flew over and became clearer and clearer.

"What is that!" A student shrank and said, raising the tip of his knife and pointing. Everyone finally saw the dark clouds approaching in the dark night.

It was discovered that it was a bloody bat, more than half a foot long, with bloody eyes flashing, black pressure with hundreds of points, and the impact of the wings was quickly approaching.

Looking at the group of people, Mr. Fang walked up to the horse with a sad face, picked up two whips, held them in his hands, and said: "This is a blood stick! Got it! Damn it! Why are there so many!"

After listening to Lao Fang's words, a group of divisions regained their sanity. They all gathered together with sharp blades and looked at the approaching crowd with gloomy expressions.

Liu Zhuang's face was solemn and he shouted: "Old Fang, what kind of bats are these? Why are there so many?"

"This is a blood stick. It's scary to eat human blood. I've seen it twice, but I've never seen so many, so be careful," Fang said.

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd came, a black pressure, red eyes full of bloodshot eyes, falling straight down like a black cloud, pressing on people's heads.

"Let's get together and don't scatter!" Mr. Fang shouted, starting a fire and rushing towards the crowd. Several bats were hit by the fire, hissed and scattered, and were danced by the old man with two steel whips, One by one they fell to the ground.

However, not all divisions have the same skills as Lao Fang. The blood stick flies very fast, and the tide usually flows down together. Soon it bypasses the sharp blade, rushes towards the division, and opens its needles. .

But after a while, a terrible scream came from the crowd, and several divisions fell to the ground.

A bat was thrown into his chest, and suddenly he grunted, eyes flashing, grabbed the bat, and tore it off, his chest torn to pieces by his crotch.