Transforming Into A Slender Junior Sister, Stretching And Molding Inside

Gatling breathed flames, pipes burned red, chains emerging from a sudden fault in the void, bullet holes all over the floor, metallic debris everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder filled his nose.

Yu Yingshu took a deep breath.

How good it smells, iron and fire, this is what men are pursuing.

Lao Wen was not there, so he sniffed it for him.

"Bah, baba, a mouth full of gunsmoke, choking to death!" Wen Dongyang hurried from behind, his face full of disgust.

Our generation inherits the Chinese kendo, how can it be surpassed by Yangyi's miraculous skills!

Besides, this gunpowder is not as good as Xiao Yu'er's athlete's foot.

Mom's thought of the dog girl waking herself up with her feet in the morning made her even more disgusting.

"You know!" Yu Yingshu turned his head and saw the young man's bloodstained pale face, and the swear words that followed did not spurt out, but were faintly worried: "Is the injury healed?"

Wen Dongyang's face was full of indifference: "No, but you can fight." He

was afraid that if he meditated a little longer, this reckless madgirl would get into a fight with someone, and he would be hurt without his own care.

During the battle, Brad finally noticed the group of people who rushed to support, and Gatlin, who had taken turns shooting and cooling, stopped for a moment, the sound of tearing cloth disappeared, and the tormented ear drums began to ring in the ears.

Brad opened his mouth, cleared his throat, and shouted at the two opponents opposite him who were hiding behind a piece of rubble: "Don't surrender yet!?" My support is coming, and your people are all dead, so be careful that you won't be able to run if you want to! "

A mouthful of authentic Beijing films, if it weren't for his dark and shiny complexion, who would dare to say that he is not from the capital.

"Huh... How is he!? Wen Dongyang was anxious.

Isn't this a reminder for your opponent to run away?

How can this be?

Now it's clear that this side has the upper hand!

Just as he was about to step forward to join the battle, he was grabbed by Yu Yingshu: "Shut up!" "

Idiot." Angel also glanced over in a low voice: "Is that kind of IQ?"

Seeing his brother being scolded, Yu Yingshu immediately fought back on his behalf: "You stop me, he fights seven or eight people alone, far better than your record, give me more respect!" "

Huh,

" Angel chuckled, obviously unconvinced, "first of all, you have to say three or four, maybe it is more credible; Secondly, quantity and quality are not the same; In the end, even if this is the case, I'm afraid it's just like you, getting some of the sect's top-level law weapons, just a trick. "

Amitabha, let's concentrate on dealing with the enemy and don't have internal contradictions." Guan Du stepped forward to say peace, but he didn't mention the battle record.

Obviously, he didn't quite believe in the strength of this teenager either.

No matter how strong you are, you can't go beyond the scope of human beings, right?

However, Yu Shizhu's strength is not weak, maybe those achievements are the two of them working together, Yu Shizhu just loves his husband and can't bear him to be looked down upon, so he arbitrarily counts all the heads on Wen Shizhu's head.

Wen Dongyang didn't care about Angel's rebuttal at all, he didn't hear it, frowned and asked the girl, "What's going on?" "

Angel doesn't show an angel form now, and his strength has returned to the category of ordinary people, so he is naturally not in the field of vision of Wen Dongyang, who is above the top.

Yu Yingshu grabbed the young man's arm and whispered in his ear, "Although I don't know why, Brad should hope that the other side will escape and not fight us." "

Otherwise I wouldn't have spoken like that.

Big Brother Black was thinking from beginning to end about luring the other side out and annihilating all of them to complete the task, and he was not stupid, so there was no reason to give up at the last moment.

"Phew, a bunch of weak chickens, what are you doing with them? Wouldn't it be better for me to deal with one myself, and the rest of you to deal with the other, and destroy them all? Wen Dongyang looked disdainful, completely unaware of Brad's intentions.

"Don't act rashly, he must have his thoughts, calm down!" The girl gave him a hard look.

The charming glance made Wen Dongyang's heart flutter, and he couldn't calm down at all, how to look at how pretty the gray-faced girl was.

On the other end, seeing that the two opponents did not respond, Brad set up Gatling again, began to spin to warm up, and gave an ultimatum: "If you don't surrender, I'm going to keep shooting!" "

Huh."

A short laugh came from behind the ruins this time, followed by an old and stiff Chinese: "Please continue, your barrel will explode after a minute of firing at most, my side, but I can see it clearly."

"Look?" Brad didn't know why, and there was a kind of fear that his hole cards would be revealed.

He turned his head to glance at the unconscious Lin Chuchu, and then looked around.

Angel shouted angrily, and the wings behind him appeared, and the white holy light spread out in a column.

Almost immediately, several gray mist objects appeared in the air, the closest of which was to Brad floating next to the barrel of his gun.

The barrel of Brad's gun swept, and the gray mist collapsed at the touch, and several others were swallowed by the thickening light.

But immediately after the ruins were broken, several flew out again, and circled around Gatling like a demonstration.

"Kill as you like, this kind of little ghost who is only for reconnaissance, I want as many as I have here!" The stiff Chinese smiled hehe, full of confidence, and there was no sense of fear of being surrounded at all.

"Goo," Brad looked at the circle of imps, swallowed his saliva, and turned his head to look at the group, not speaking, but the meaning was already self-evident.

Run!

These two are strong enemies.

If there is no modern thermal weapon suppression, we will not be opponents together.

Yu Yingshu understood what he meant, and his hand slowly tightened.

"Hey, ridiculous, what is the reason for me to scare them into escaping," Wen Dongyang let out a chuckle suddenly: "Such two waste firewood scare you like this, what kind of cultivation are you talking about?" I'll pick one up and leave the rest up to you.

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he pinched the sword trick and led it upward.

The two flying swords immediately pierced the floor from bottom to top, breaking through the concrete behind the ruins, bringing with them a handful of light blood and a loud roar of pain.

The roar was deafening, not like a human sound.

And Wen Dongyang had already committed suicide by himself.

The others were still hesitating, and Yu Yingshu followed closely behind, while shouting: "What are you doing in a daze, come on!"

It's just that she complained angrily in her heart:

Damn it's like this again, it's like this again! Why does this dog always assert himself and drag himself to wipe his ass!

Can't you tell the difference between the big and the small!

I really want to throw him down when he knows who is riding on it!