The laughter echoed throughout the valley, saying it was laughter, but the laughter was not much different from the cries of the strange middle-aged woman next to her, and she felt that she could laugh at any time.

Only hear the sound but not the person.

The shrill crying and strange laughter were mixed together, and all the listeners were numb and they had goose bumps.

Wang Lang took out his ears and wanted to listen to the sound and defend his position, but after listening for a long time, he couldn't hear where the person was hiding. He felt that the person's strange laughter was everywhere.

"The Black Dragon King actually didn't even let go of his lives. Hoho, hoho, hoho, the Dragon Gate is just so famous, hoho, hoho..."

Wang Lang withdrew his knife and raised his hand, holding a pistol in each hand, and two shuttles were heading towards two places.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

A middle-aged man with a low head and even short head walked out from behind a big rock, with a smile that seemed to be born with. His face was wrinkled, like a newborn baby. Such a face still had a smile all the time, how weird it was.

The man had a red rope tied around his waist, and two bones with bells were tied inside. In the past, those who had been photographing flower girls carried these two things with them, specifically deceiving children and abducting children.

Ring ling ling ling ling …

Ring ling ling ling ling …

While the man walked, the bells on the bones on his waist rang.

Standing not far from Wang Lang with his hands behind his back, his head tilted to look at Wang Lang.

"Hoho, hohohoho, are you injured?" The man looked at the woman who was sitting on the ground crying and screaming obviously weaker.

The woman stood up and said, "I'll leave it to you." After saying that, she carried the greasy stick and covered the bleeding place, howling while running.

Wang Lang took out his ears, and unexpectedly, two shots were shot.

Ring ling ling ling ling …

Ring ling ling ling ling …

The man shook his body quickly and dodged the bullets. Those who had not avoided opened it with the bones tied to the bell. The bones were also shiny, exactly the same as the stick of the woman before. But the smell was very different. It didn't smell bad, but it had some fragrance.

"I'm the third level, hoho, hoho, you can only stop at the third level, hoho, hohoho."

Wang Lang slowly pulled out the knife, holding the knife in one hand and holding a pistol in the other.

"Ho ho, ho ho ho..."

The man rushed towards Wang Lang like a ground mouse, with the bones in his hand ringing, and the ringing ringing.

The ferocious dragon sword in Wang Lang's hand stabbed up at a tricky and strange angle.

The bones in the man's hand crossed, blocking Wang Lang's ferocious dragon sword.

Ring ling ling ling ling …

The bell rang violently, and this time the sound was so harsh that it made my scalp numb, like a wailing ghost. Wang Lang lost his mind for a moment.

"Ho ho, ho ho ho..."

The man took this opportunity and made a palm into one hand and thrust towards Wang Lang's throat.

It was about to prick Wang Lang.

Bang!

Wang Lang was just a shot.

The man hurriedly avoided.

On the other side of the river, the group of people from Zheliu came slowly.

"Uncle Master, the Black Dragon King has been blocked."

The confused Zheliu suddenly woke up a lot, her brows frowned rarely, and she murmured, "Smiling ghost, a miserable woman, why did this couple come?"

The disciples next to him seemed to have never heard of it, "Uncle Master, who are you talking about?"

Zhe Liu frowned and did not speak, staring at Wang Lang tightly.

Wang Lang missed a shot and slashed the smiley ghost, leaving a distance with the smiley ghost.

The smiley ghost was tilted to his head, and the head was tilted to an incredible 180 degrees, staring at Wang Lang, feeling strange.

"Ho ho, ho ho ho..."

The smiling ghost rushed towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang collected his gun and carried a knife.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Mars splashed on the bones, and the sound of Lingling became more and more harsh, making people feel upset and disturbed.

Wang Lang let out a low growl from his throat.

Suddenly he rose from the ground, jumped out of nearly two meters, grabbed the knife with both hands and slashed towards the bottom.

The speed is extremely fast, and the smiling ghost is blocking the bones.

Dangling ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

The smiling ghost knelt on the ground by this knife.

Wang Lang did not stop, twisted his body and accumulated strength, and slashed down with another sword.

In less than ten seconds, Wang Lang slashed eighteen swords.

The last slashed down, and a mouthful of blood choked out from the laughing ghost's throat.

He was not killed by the knife, but was shaken by the rhythm of tight slashing after knife, and his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs felt like he had moved his position.

Holding a dragon sword in hand, the blade pointed to the ground obliquely.

Cough cough cough...

The smiling ghost's chest was swelling sharply, and finally choked out a mouthful of blood again.

"Mad Knife Gate, Mad Knife Eighteen Styles! Hoho, Hohoho..." The laughing ghost looked up at Wang Lang, with an innate strange smile on his face, and blood was everywhere on his chin.

Wang Lang squatted in front of the smiling ghost and grinned. Compared to the smiling ghost's smile, this smile is a bit suspicious of being a bit cheap.

The smiley ghost felt something was strange in Wang Lang's smile, but it was true.

Wang Lang took out his cell phone and turned on the camera, and took a selfie for himself and the Smiling Ghost.

"What do you want to do?"

"Send it to your friends." Wang Lang lowered his head and operated.

"Never reject, mock him, or even tease him because of his appearance. Everyone is equal. You must treat everyone equally. Even if he hurts you, use love and your most sincere love to influence him. One day, you will find that there are many shining points in him.

May the world be peaceful!

lovepeace!"

After posting to Moments, Wang Lang turned to look at the smiling ghost next to him, "Give me your phone."

"What do you want to do!" said the smiling ghost vigilantly.

Wang Lang went up and slapped lovepeace in the face, touched the smiley ghost for a long time and took out his cell phone.

Added Wang Lang’s WeChat.

Wang Lang first used the WeChat of the Smiley Ghost to like his Moments just now, and then forwarded Wang Lang's Moments again.

Finally, I added a sentence, "Reprinted from the Black Dragon King, thanks to the Black Dragon King, who let me see the love of the world!

lovepeace!

Respect!”

The smiling ghost looked at Wang Lang with a look of eating shit.

"If you dare to delete it, I will kill you!" Wang Lang threw his phone to the smiling ghost and smiled lovingly.

The smiley ghost looked at his circle of friends and Wang Lang again. He dared not speak out. At first, he thought Wang Lang was not very powerful. After being slashed for eighteen times, the smiley ghost knew that he was wrong. He was so wrong. The person in front of him was clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

I thought this was the matter, but who knew that the cheaper one would be behind me.

Wang Lang liked the Smiling Ghost's Moments below and replied casually.

"Yao! My homie!

There are me and you in this world!

Only then will lovepeace!

Respect!”

The smiley ghost looked at Wang Lang with another expression of eating shit. He really committed countless evils in his previous life, so he encountered such people, one, one in his life who could not be described in words.

Which of the black dragon kings in the Dragon Gate has been ruthless and impermanent? Look at the one in front of you.

leave!

Wang Lang stood up and was about to leave when he came over on a wooden stake from the other side of the river.

Fat, wearing a business outfit, with a toothpick in his mouth.

While walking, I called, "Wow, yeah! Priced at one price! 50 million!"
Chapter completed!