Underworld Pass

Like a cannonball, Wu Dalang rushed over with a bang, holding the little boy with countless spikes popping out of his head at this time, and just threw it at Ye Fan.

Similarly, with the howling wind, what greeted him was the yellow talisman that filled the sky.

"I killed you—"

Wu Dalang growled, ignoring the yellow talismans, and wanted to rush at Ye Fan.

But these yellow talismans suddenly stuck to his body, and also stuck to the child's body.

As for Ye Fan, when he touched his index finger, a drop of blood condensed in his palm, and a lightning symbol also appeared instantly, and then he saw Ye Fan gritted his teeth and said, "I will fight with you!"

Ye Fan, who seemed to be extremely kind, shouted in his heart: "For Demacy—bah, for the double reward—"

Clenching his fists, he watched that the rhythm was suddenly disrupted by the talisman at this moment, and the talisman papers, which were no more than the size of a palm, were like yellow ropes at this moment, tightly trapping Da Lang and the child.

Coupled with the height of these two guys, this whole thing has the meaning of child abuse, and Ye Fan is also nervous, why does he have a feeling that he can't bear to do it.

Snapped--

Although I couldn't bear it in my heart, Ye Fan was sympathetic to what happened to Da Lang. After all, it seemed appropriate to use him as a carrier. After all, he and Jinlian Ximen are characters that have been sung in history.

But Ye Fan still didn't hesitate to strike, there was faint golden blood in the crimson red that turned into palm thunder, and suddenly exploded on Da Lang's face.

bang——

There was a loud noise, and Ye Fan hurriedly backed away, looking anxiously at Da Lang and the child, who were covered in burnt smoke, and at the talisman paper that was blown up and flying all over the sky.

My heart is also weird, has it succeeded, Zhang Xinlei should be able to beat him into a daze, right?

Da Lang, who was trapped crookedly by a palm thunder and the talisman paper rope, tilted his head, suddenly opened his crimson glasses, and stared at Ye Fan. What made Ye Fan even more astonished was that this fellow's originally pitch-black hair suddenly turned green at this moment.

It's as if a pile of weeds suddenly grew on his head, whoops, this, this is the real green straw hat!

Aha--

Da Lang shook his body, and suddenly screamed strangely, and the little boy in his hand was also growling ferociously, and the two voices complemented each other, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which made people blow their hair out.

It's not that Ye Fan is well-informed, and I'm afraid that if he were any normal person, seeing Dalang's festering face and the child's rotten appearance at this time, he might have been scared to pee a long time ago.

Ye Fan was also quite frightened. The key point is that there seemed to be a lot of subordinates around him. It was not impossible to kill this big man, but he couldn't make a move. In order to double the reward, Ye Fan also fought hard.

This time, he was holding a drop of blood in his left and right hands, these are two palm thunders, your sister, it's hard work, it's a big deal, but it's not too late to find someone.

If he didn't even do it, Ye Fan would look down on him from the bottom of his heart.

What's more, what if it happens!
Ye Fan, who had this fluke mentality, was also ferocious, and rushed towards Wu Dalang who was also rushing forward with the dead child.

"Your sister, I will fight with you!"

"I tore you—"

bang——

Almost instantly, two thunderclaps sounded, a white smoke filled the air, and the sound of fighting was heard from time to time, but at the same time, Da Lang's somewhat puzzled voice came, asking strangely: "No, why did your skin turn green? Your hair is still pitch black!"

"How the hell do I know? Damn, let's fight. Why do you have so many questions!"

Ye Fan growled, hey, the voice is not right?
Wait, my buddy's arm, buddy's hands have turned green, oh, I'm going, it must be poisoned!
System, you tricked me, didn't you say that Brother Fan and I are invulnerable to all poisons? What's going on?
With one slap, Da Lang, who looked like he came out of Lilliputian, was pressed to the ground, and Ye Fan, who was beaten up all over his head and face, made his whole body feel comfortable.

Wait, no, how did my buddy become so strong, and the speed is not slow.

However, even though Ye Fan didn't know what was going on with him, at the critical moment, Ye Fan would naturally grasp the trick to take advantage of your illness to kill you, and he swung his fist wave after wave, hitting the pitiful and tearful Dalang at this time, of course, Ye Fan didn't let go of the dead boy.

If you want to fight, you have to kill it, otherwise, how can Ye Fan get double the reward.

Don't bring such fun, don't bring it, your sister, because Uncle Mao Ben's hair is green, I haven't seen how powerful it is, what's the matter with this guy?
Her skin has turned green, and she hasn't grown in size yet, why is she so awesome!
Don't, don't slap your face. After the face slap, you Dalang brother, I can't rely on my face to make a living. I can't sell pancakes, and I can't rely on my face.

Whoops, whoops, I'm going to--

It hurts——

Wu Dalang, who was almost crushed by Ye Fan, couldn't even mention how miserable he was at this moment. His miserable appearance was so distressing. Thinking about his life experience, come on, Dalang, he drank the medicine, and he was even more miserable.

"Hey, why is your fist getting weaker and weaker?"

Being beaten, Wu Dalang and the dead boy, who had already been beaten into a daze, felt the fist that could turn them into flesh with one punch at first, but at this moment they gradually became weaker and weaker. The two couldn't help looking at Ye Fan with pig-like faces.

"Look, I can't beat you to death—hey, why is the color of the skin normal?"

Ye Fan, who was still feeling so majestic just now, couldn't help but look at his skin that had returned to normal in astonishment at this time, and he was stunned.

The situation doesn't seem right, hey, I'm going, run!

Almost subconsciously, Ye Fan turned around and ran away after kicking Wu Dalang and the dead boy hard!
ha?
Wu Dalang grabbed the dead child who looked like a mace, and after getting up from the ground, he tilted his head and looked at Ye Fan who had run away at least tens of meters away.

Wu Dalang and Sizi, whose faces were getting darker and darker, roared, extremely angry.

Your sister, what was your ability just now, you are a chicken feather, come on, hurt each other!

Wu Dalang, who was beaten up just now, was already ugly enough, but now he was bullied by Ye Fan, who was almost humiliated, he was wronged, angry, and annoyed.

So, this time, Wu Dalang really wants to fight Ye Fan forever.

"Hey, don't run, I want your life!"

"Don't run? Are you teasing me? If you don't run, you call me grandpa!?"

"Grandpa? Wait, what's wrong, ah bah, brat, I want your life!"

"Come on, come if you have the ability."

"Hum-"

"Fuck, don't bring such a fling, you need to run away, share with your sister, ah bah—"

"Uh-wow-"

Wu Dalang, who was almost chasing from behind, was in mid-air, holding a dead child like a mace, with a ferocious face, like an evil ghost Yasha.

In less than a few breaths, he caught up with Ye Fan, but before he could make a move, Ye Fan spit on his face, and the moment he wiped his face to wipe off the spittle, Ye Fan threw out two palm thunders, then turned around again, and ran towards the way he came.

Your sister, don't bring such a bully!
What thick phlegm is this, big brother, do you have a cold, oops, I'll go—

After wiping off the thick phlegm that Ye Fan had accumulated on his face for a long time, Wu Dalang's appearance at this time was both embarrassed and a little hideous. He roared and rushed towards Ye Fan, screaming strangely.

However, Ye Fan has already run at least tens of meters away, throwing him far away.

"Phew, it's a good thing, when my buddy played with Jinghua, he also practiced long-distance running-oh, I'm going, it's so fast!"

Ye Fan just wanted to catch his breath, who would have thought that Wu Dalang would come so quickly, he was already behind him, just when Ye Fan was about to leave, he suddenly found, damn it, his skin turned green again.

Hey hey hey——

"I killed you—"

The roaring Wu Dalang just wanted to pounce on him, but before he could move, he was stunned again, your sister, why did you turn green again!
Oh, I'll go, big brother, don't, don't, don't slap your face, ouch——

"Let you be so scared, let you scare me, Dalang, Dalang, come and drink medicine, come on, don't you want to hurt each other, come on, let's hurt each other, your sister—"

"I'm going to kill you—"

The shrill screams echoed in the middle of the night, and after Ye Fan beat him for a while, he was surprised that the color of his skin had returned, so he cursed, "Look at the thunder!"

ha?
Bang!
Oops, I'm going to--

Between the pinch of green hair on the top of his head, Wu Dalang, who was emitting white smoke, grabbed the dead child on the ground in his hand, and with a wow, he spit out a big mouthful of white smoke, tears were about to come down.

Don’t play like this——

However, Wu Dalang, who faintly wanted to give up on Ye Fan, suddenly discovered a problem, that is, it seemed that Ye Fan could not completely maintain the state where his skin turned green.

hey-hey--

Wu Dalang, who grinned grimly, must seize the opportunity this time, and will never give Ye Fan another chance to procrastinate for time. This time, he must kill him!
And Ye Fan was running desperately at this time, but while running, Ye Fan suddenly saw a fashionable and beautiful street girl standing on the side of the road, Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he stopped in his tracks, standing in front of this gorgeous girl, he smiled and said: "Sister, let's discuss something?"

"Snack or night out?"

This girl had a cigarette in her mouth, and glanced at Ye Fan, her eyes lit up in an instant, this guy was wearing Gucci, a low-key king, he was a horn!

"You head in that direction, and you should call Da Lang charmingly, come on, drink up the medicine, shout more charmingly, sexyly, flirtatiously, hey, this is 1 yuan, shout now!"

"Ugh?"

"Shout or not!"

"Call, I call, I call!"

Seeing the stack of bright red banknotes handed over by Ye Fan, the girl's eyes lit up.