Leon felt that if he didn't fight quickly, he would make this bitch die of anger. This bitch had done a lot of such a mean thing that made you feel nervous back then.

A mouthful of blood-stained phlegm spit into Leon's head. Leon's hand involuntarily blocked it. After catching the phlegm, Leon was angry and disgusted. The scientists who studied this did not expect that there would be such a thing.

In just a few minutes, this bitch discovered the bug.

Leon roared angrily, and this time he did not wipe his hands clean, but rushed towards Wang Lang directly.

Wang Lang has learned to be the best now, so he doesn't confront Leon head-on, jumps back, pouts and spits. The less slutty people are, the more phlegm they have. The two of them look like peas spitting zombies in plants and zombies.

Every mouthful of phlegm spit on Leon will be like a highly corrosive liquid melting the things on Leon bit by bit.

Yinliang's things were corroded into black by Wang Lang's phlegm.

As he vomited, Wang Lang suddenly stopped vomiting and shouted, "Wait for a moment!"

Leon really stopped, completely out of instinct. Then he saw Wang Lang take out a cigarette box from his pocket and lit a cigarette, muttering in his mouth, "Why isn't the amount of phlegm just now?"

“damn!”

Leon was furious and rushed up and beat him. However, Wang Lang could not beat him, but he could still avoid him. He had to spit on Leon every now and then, and Leon's hands would involuntarily receive the phlegm.

Leon, who was a little obsessed with cleanliness, felt that he had not been beaten to death for a while, and he was afraid he would be disgusted to death.

Leon's face was gloomy, and suddenly there was a sharp thorn in his hands, as if it had grown from his palm, extending in the direction of his fingers, and finally it was more than one foot long.

Wang Lang glared and said, "This thing is so awesome, and it can still be done like this." This technology is probably ahead of known technology for decades or even hundreds of years."

Then something even more surprised Wang Lang happened. I saw a dense scale-like thing suddenly stretched out from Leon's neck, which finally covered his entire head from bottom to top.

Those with intensive phobia will explode when they see this, so they want to go up and hold down the dense head and scrape it hard.

The final look was a bit like Spider-Man, but the color was a little wrong. Spider-Man was red, this one was silver-white, and the strange-looking armor on the body was also very sexy and had many barbs.

Wang Lang knew the hardness of this thing, so he naturally knew that he could fly happily if he was scratched by this thing.

Leon is a master of fencing. Those who know him know that he has received advanced training since he was a child. He is born with a murder machine. He was trained as a killer since he was a child. Finally, he released it and let it get involved in the underground world and accumulate practical experience. It is equivalent to a graduation internship. Later, he graduated smoothly and went home after pretending to die.

Wang Lang retreated back and forth, avoiding the sharp sword stabbed by Leon. Wang Lang had no weapons. He tried with his gun, and half of the barrel was cut off, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror. Wang Lang was shocked. This was no less than a damn treasure knife that could make a decision.

This made Wang Lang more and more jealous. This is really a fun thing. Wang Lang is not interested in this thing, but this magical material. This machine has lost interest since Wang Lang discovered the bug. Wang Lang can find bugs, and others may find bugs. Wang Lang didn't expect that he would explode on the spot like Leon.

After hiding for a while, Wang Lang's throat was a little dry, but the effect was significant. The thing on Leon's body had broken several holes and was still corroding, just like there was no open flame after the paper was ignited, and it was reflected by the sparks.

The more Leon was angry, the more he was. He felt that he was about to pierce Wang Lang several times, but Wang Lang could dodge him in a very strange position.

Wang Lang used his abilities in his body, and wanted to try to see if the fire aura forced by the Fire God Technique could be burned to this grandson.

The two hands gradually turned red, and Wang Lang took the opportunity to pat out a palm and print it on Leon's chest.

When Leon saw that Wang Lang was still brave enough to fight in close combat, he came to the door and why didn't he beat him? He was crazy about stabbing Wang Lang, but it didn't work. He couldn't stab Wang Lang.

Wang Lang changed his mind and changed to the Fire God Art and used Wuxiang Gong to fight Leon.

The effect suddenly improved a lot.

The Fire God’s Art uses fire to enter the Tao, which is too strong and powerful, while the Forefather’s Art uses water to enter the Tao, which contains feminine and lingering. This lingering is not the ambiguous lingering, but the lingering that makes you unable to extricate yourself. It is like being hooked by a water plant after falling into the water, and struggles are ineffective.

The two of them seemed to be entangled together, and Wang Langrou clung to Leon, entangled in various ways.

Wang Lang suddenly realized that from beginning to end, he had never seen Leon's back. There was no flaw in front of him, and he could not see how this thing was put on.

I tried every means to go around Leon and see if I could see any flaws from behind. I tried my best to run to the back and found out that it was better to be in front and not even see the flaws from Mao.

Wang Lang stroked Leon in various ways, but he couldn't pull off a piece of it. This thing was hard and soft at a moment. It was all made with the instinct of this thing, and it felt like it had vitality.

From time to time, Wang Lang discovered a new world again.

seem.

Spitting bloodless phlegm is useless, only bloody spitting seems to be effective.

Wang Lang thought about it and wiped a little blood from the place where he was injured just now, rubbing against Leon.

Then he heard Leon's muffled groan and saw that the place where Wang Lang had just wiped it was actually smoke.

My day!

Wang Lang stared at everything in front of him in surprise.

I originally thought that my phlegm had a miraculous effect, but I didn't expect it to be my own blood. However, even my own blood was quite awesome. Such a stunning thing would be afraid of Wang Lang's blood.

Leon obviously did not expect that for the first time, he took the initiative to distance himself from Wang Lang, looked down at the smoke from his body, and looked up at Wang Lang.

After pondering for a long time, Leon seemed to remember something, "I understand, you are the final chosen person of the Eastern gods, and the chosen person of the Eastern gods."

Wang Lang looked at Leon. Domestic novels have also been very popular abroad in recent years. It seems that this young man has read many novels of fairy tales. He said it there in a gurgling manner.

"The Eastern Gods are indeed not dead." Leon muttered.

Wang Lang didn't know what Leon was saying. Since he discovered how to crack Leon's thing, he kept doing it and wanted to kill his grandson.
Chapter completed!