Urban Hidden Dragon

"well?

I wipe?

The little chic looks quite interesting! "

Wang Han looked at the thing in the box.

That thing was also looking at Wang Han.

"How dare you! You actually blasphemed me! Drag me out and soak the pig cage!"

Inside the box is a head.

A rather wretched-looking head.

Shoehorn face.

Mustache.

There is also a little beard on the chin.

That look made everyone look like they had evil intentions.

Wang Han thought that he had seen a lot of weird things, but this was the first time he saw one with only one head alive. The most important thing was that there were so many criticisms about this thing.

The thing looked at Wang Han and licked his lips, "The young man is quite good-looking, and he looks very good in women's clothes!"

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked the air very quickly. The action was like a duck licking coins out of the cracks of smelly pork.

"Little brother, you smell so good."

As he spoke, the thing swayed from side to side, the box turned over, and the thing ended up face down, with its tongue pulling like a soft foot, moving its head along the bank, leaving a shallow line on the beach. trace.

There was also a humming laugh coming from his mouth.

Wang Han pulled the thing by its hair and lifted it up.

Only then did I realize that there were many small tentacles growing on the neck of the thing, which looked like onion whiskers.

Unexpectedly, the hair of the thing was like a beard, wrapping around Wang Han's palm. With the help of this force, the head moved upward, and the long tongue of the thing stretched out to lick Wang Han's wrist.

Wang Han shook his arm in response and stepped on this thing's face with his big foot.

The thing made a muffled sound, "I look better than Pan An, how dare you step on my handsome face!"

Wang Han stepped on the thing into the box.

Pulling hard on the arm that was entangled with hair, that thing seemed to understand, and the hair no longer entangled Wang Han's arm.

Wang Han was holding Shen Sin, with the tip of the knife facing the thing's forehead.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there should be something similar to the divine spine inside the head of this thing, but the thing inside the head of this thing doesn't look the same as the divine spine.

Wang Han put the tip of his knife against that thing's forehead and asked with a slight accent, "Are you a Shun thing?"

"Don't touch my face, eh? Why do I always feel that we know each other, and I should have a good impression of you, eh? My memory is a bit confusing, brother, don't you have an impression of me?"

"Not impressed."

"Fuck! You can't even remember who this amazing man like me is, what use can you do?"

Wang Han's knife was pressed against the side of the other person's face, "Speak carefully! You answer whatever I ask! What the hell are you?"

"Then answer me a question first, who is more beautiful, me or Xu Kun from the north of the city?"

"You are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful, so who are you?"

The thing snorted, "Listen up, my surname is Ji and my name is Ni Tai!"

Wang Han repeated the name and immediately became furious, "Damn you! How dare you play tricks on me!"

As he spoke, Wang Han took the knife and stabbed the other person on the cheek.

The other party quickly shouted, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I told the truth! My surname is Fang, and my name is a long word."

Wang Han stabbed the opponent's wretched side face, and then another one. The opponent shouted again, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong! Brother Han! Dad Han, I'm wrong! I'll tell the truth this time." !”

Seeing the movement in Wang Han's hand stop for a moment, the thing was relieved, and a pitiful expression appeared on his wretched face, "Actually, my real name is... Kuduo."

Wang Han was taken aback for a moment, "Damn it, the day is getting longer now, and the day is more miserable now! Are you addicted to playing with me? Are you still called Li Wanji, Ji Yuelei, Bo Xishan, and Shang Sangan?"

After stabbing it a few times, the thing screamed, but after a few stabs, there was almost only a little blood stain, and the wound would gradually heal.

Under normal circumstances, if a god cuts him with a knife, the wound will not heal.

But the self-healing ability of this thing was horrifyingly strong. Wang Han observed the thing carefully and found that there were whiskers under the wound of this thing that hooked together and fused with each other to start the process of self-healing.

Wang Han was stunned for a moment. This situation was almost the same as self-healing on the sixth day of the lunar month.

Thinking back to the group of people who were chasing them just now, their state was very similar to that of the Yin soldiers controlled by Shen Ji, so there must be something to say.

That thing looked at Wang Han sideways with a lewd expression.

"I'm asking you one last time, what are you?"

The thing wailed again, "I don't know what I am. I have forgotten everything. Maybe...maybe I am a strange man who combines beauty and talent."

Wang Han couldn't bear it any longer, so he stood up and opened his belt to open the floodgates and let out the water.

"What do you want to do?"

"I've been feeling angry for the past two days and it smells bad. Please bear with it."

Seeing that Wang Han was really going to take some action, the thing shouted, "I was wrong! I was really wrong, please wait a moment! I tell the truth, can't I tell the truth! Please, please, blow your big Juju, please don’t let me out, okay?”

Wang Han remained calm, his wretched face was like a bitter gourd, "Brother, I really forgot who I am. As you can see, I am a disabled person. In my case, I need a disability appraisal form." I really forgot to make a column just for me, brother, please collect your magical powers!"

"You still have your head. You remember things with your head, not your body. Your head is not disabled. What's wrong? Are you mentally disabled?"

That thing shouted loudly, "No, no, brother! Stop it now! Hiss!!!!"

Brother! Listen to me, my memory relies not only on my brain, but also on other things. A very important part of my memory has been stolen. It’s true. And I’ve lived for too long. You can still remember when you were three years old. What happened before? It can't be right, I really forgot who I am! Brother, please fasten your belt, I'm so scared, really, I can smell it, it's really strong! Does your sister-in-law have oral ulcers? "

"Fuck you!"

"Brother! Brother! I was wrong, you are very fragrant. The golden pillars under your majestic figure are fragrant, and the palace jade liquid swaying out is just like that!"

Wang Han looked at the thing in the box, it was so abstract.

"Give you one last chance, who are you?"

"I really don't remember, brother, I... eh? Damn it? It seems like an old acquaintance is here!"

Wang Han quickly closed the box and put it under his arm, looking around.

"Brother! Brother, I can't see the light! Give me the light! Brother! Are you trying to pry it in? Let me out!"

A figure came quickly towards this side.

Wang Han took a closer look and found that the person coming was actually Chu Liu.

When Chu Liu arrived, he looked at the box in Wang Han's hand with confusion.

"Young master, what is this thing?"

Wang Han thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know a talking head?"

After hearing this, Chu Liu was stunned for a moment, "Can I take a look?"

After Wang Han hesitated for a moment, he opened the box.

The thing in the box showed a shocked expression on its wretched face after seeing the sixth grade.

"You are...you are...who are you?"

Chu Liu looked at the head blankly.

Wang Han closed the lid, "Do you know?"

Chu Liu frowned, "Mother Ridge seems to have an impression of this thing."

"How much of your maternal spine is fused now?" Wang Han asked.

"I underestimated the power and terror of the Mother Spine. Currently, it is only 20% integrated, and the memory in it is only 20% integrated. However, this head is so familiar, and the Mother Spine has a great impression on it. I can only remember it. Get up a little, he..."

Chu Liu patted his head vigorously, shook his head again, and stared at the box closely.

"he..."

The voice of the head came from the box, "It's okay, brother, don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly, and when you remember it, say my name and scare the dog!"

Wang Han held the box and shook it vigorously again.

After a long time, Chu Liu slowly raised his head, stared at the box with solemn eyes, and finally, slowly uttered two words in his mouth.

"prophet."