Strange Rules: Ngan Lang Can Arbitrarily Distort The Rules

The few people who fell to the ground did not have mood swings, which I also saw in my dreams, and I suddenly had a conjecture in my heart.

With one foot on the chest of a man to prevent him from fighting back, I dreamed of leaning down and taking off the man's mask, and the sight of it made his brow furrow.

The face of the person in front of him is withered and his facial features are distorted, how can there be any human appearance, wrapped in a white cloth, like a freshly unearthed mummy.

These guys are the shadow wings that

Feng Fujiko is talking about? The shriveled body controlled by the black qi contains a huge amount of power, although it is weak in front of him, but its strength is definitely much stronger than Feng Fujiko and the like.

It's just that he is puzzled, what exactly do these guys rely on to judge the situation or obey orders, is this shriveled shell itself still conscious?

" Hiss-"

A black mist rose up and wrapped one of my dreams' legs in it, and the extremely corrosive energy gave people a visceral sense of fear, but it was a pity that its opponent was an existence that was least afraid of the dark.

I saw that I dreamed of using one leg with force, and the energy of the light of the earth poured out, forming a momentum on the soles of my feet, instantly stepping the person under my feet into the floor, and the black gas also dissipated in an instant under the pressure of the light, and it was fragile.

Several people around him scattered and surrounded him, and clouds of black gas rushed towards the ground like a tide.

I dreamed of just thinking a little about it and coming up with a way to deal with it, only to see his body move and his limbs spread slightly, and a burst of white light suddenly rose around his body, like a falling sun emitting a violent impact, dispersing the black fog and enveloping several figures in it.

I don't know how long it took, the white light slowly disappeared, and the field showed a pit because of the huge impact force just now, and those few seemingly inhuman shadowmen fell everywhere, and if you look closely, you can see that all parts of their bodies have been distorted.

Without the blessing of black qi, the bodies of several people can almost be described as weak, and they can't withstand the destructive attack of my dream at all.

I walked over to the nearest person, crouched down and looked at it for a while, and came to the conclusion that these guys were dead themselves.

Last time in Longsen Lake, too, the person who had been drained of the black qi by himself quickly fell into a state of near death, as if the black qi was the source of their life.

The guy inside should be very aware of the abilities of Feng Fujiko and Belmode, and dare to stand aside from his subordinates to face the two of them alone, which shows that he has absolute confidence in himself, and maybe he also has black qi in his body like these people.

Gotta hurry over and check the situation.

Keeping an eye on it, I quickly gathered a few people on the ground and rushed to the house where they were.

On the other side, in the house where Belmode and the others were.

"Good wine. Hamura raised his head and drank a glass of wine, his face full of pleasant expressions, "After Fujiko, the wine you poured with your hands really has an attractive aroma.

"It's really a great femininity~

" Listening to the man's words, Feng Fujiko didn't show any obvious dissatisfaction, but just said with a smile: "It's good if you like it, but you must answer me a question before drinking the second cup."

Hamura's movement of lifting the wine glass froze slightly, and then smiled lightly: "I know what you invited me for, in that case, I will also explain what I said." "

Stay with me for one night, and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Feng Fujiko continued to pour wine, and Dai Mei slightly raised the taste: "My body is so valuable

?" "How valuable is it, do you know what I've been thinking about every night over the years?" Hamura looked at him aggressively, "All the news you have outside is in my hands, but don't say something that makes me laugh~" "No, don't you

think it's very casual

~" "Whatever? haha~" Hamura slapped his leg and smiled when he heard this, as if he thought her words were very ridiculous.

"You can entangle with a man for a little poor money, it doesn't seem suitable to be described by this sentence, right?" Hamura smiled, and his tone was not as respectful as just now: "I know you won't be angry because of these words, but I still have to say it, even if you accompany an extremely ugly man, it shouldn't be any pressure on you, ah, Fujiko~".

"What's the matter, don't look at my bad shape, I have a perennial exercise, and the body hidden under the clothes is better than those guys, in other words, you can earn it by accompanying me for one night. Hamura smirked, and the words that were extremely insulting to a woman came out of his mouth without any psychological pressure.

Belmode on the side couldn't help frowning when he heard these words, and turned his eyes to look at the side, but found that Mine Fujiko's expression had not changed from beginning to end, and he couldn't help but mourn in his heart.

Hamura naturally also observed Fujiko's expression, and seeing that the other party was always that calm expression, the smile on his face froze.

"It's really surprising, Fujiko, you yourself have merged with the name outside, a woman who sacrifices everything for the sake of profit, amazing, amazing.

Feng Fujiko picked up the wine glass with a faint smile on her face, "A woman's age and body will lose their value over time, but her desire will rise, I just want this body, as long as I can get what I want, take it."

"Do!" Hamura

suddenly smashed the wine glass on the ground with a full face of anger, with a hint of compassion in his voice: "You are really loved and hated, don't you feel disgusting to gain benefits by practicing yourself!" Mine

Fujiko gently drank the sake in the glass, and her voice was flat and not mixed with emotion: "How do you know that I am practicing myself?

"Hamura-san, I can't see that you are really innocent~

" "You dare to talk to me in such a condescending tone?" Hamura-san frowned, and green tendons appeared on his hands.

"You want me, don't try to disturb me.

Mine Fujiko's faint words washed away Hamura's anger, replaced by a wave of sluggishness and throbbing.

"Heh~"

With a faint sigh, Mine Fujiko slowly put down the wine glass, his eyes lowered and he felt Belmode's gaze, and a complicated taste rose in his heart.

"Please clean up a room, I want to have a good exchange of feelings with Miss Fujiko and relieve my years of lovesickness. Hamura stood up expressionlessly, but the unquestionable tone made the two daughters frown.

Belmode glanced at him lightly, and said in a cold tone: "Before that, answer her a question, which you promised beforehand."

"When did I say yes, yesterday? Hamura spread his hands, and the smile on his face was wanton and rampant.

Hearing this, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Feng Fujiko's eyes, and his face turned completely cold, "I'll ask you now if you know about the accident in Saitama back then, you just need to answer yes or no." "