Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han twisted his hands.

He stabbed it directly with a knife.

The prophet made a sharp, piercing squeaking sound.

Wang Han directly poured all the medicine in the small bottle in his hand into it.

Then there was a crackling sound.

The prophet's body began to roll and twist into a ball.

Water kept dripping off my body.

It's like pinching a handful of cat's eye snails.

The prophet's body was visibly beginning to shrivel.

"Wang Han!!! You will not die well! You will not die well! I curse you! You will eventually die at the hands of the Black Sky Emperor!"

"Yo! You bastard, you're about to die, but you still draw a circle and curse me!"

Wang Han cursed and stabbed him several times.

The prophet's body twisted and rolled, "No! How did you get on that ship! I understand! You got on the other two ships first, and found the last ship through the other two ships, right?"

"wrong!"

The prophet wailed in pain, "No? How can it be wrong!"

Wang Han had a smile on his face. I will let you die with a lot of questions in your mind. You won’t be at peace even when you die. You will have to guess even when you die.

The prophet's body continued to shrivel.

It gradually looked like a dried-up starfish.

The prophet screamed and roared, "Wang Han! You can't kill me. Your strength alone is not enough to deal with the Black Sky Emperor. It will be of no benefit to you to kill me now. The two of us can join forces and kill the Black Sky Emperor together!"

Wang Han stabbed him twice more, "If I trust you, I might as well take a plane to Chang'an and ask the First Emperor to get up and help me!"

The prophet's body and the mother spine behind it gradually separated.

It looked like a scar on the body that had been there for a long time, with the edges curling up, and finally it was lifted up with force, and after a very refreshing visual effect, it completely fell off.

The prophet's body also separated from the corpse and floated in the pool. Its whiskers were wriggling as if it wanted to escape, but it was getting weaker and weaker, and finally it stopped moving completely.

Wang Han picked out the prophet's body from the pool.

After a stab.

This thing just moved reflexively, without any conscious effort.

Wang Han was still worried, so he picked up the prophet's body with a knife and placed it next to the pool.

The sword and the knife were used together to bring out the ancestral chopping skills.

The prophet's body was chopped into meat paste.

Tolia stood not far away.

Watching Wang Han chopping stuffing with the East's number one evil soldier in one hand and the Holy Light Church's great cross sword that represented its lofty status in the other.

The little brows were tightly wrinkled into a pimple.

From the time God said, "Let there be light" to the Olympic Games held in Gaul.

No one has ever done this before.

Any one of the two things in Wang Han's hand would be a treasure if given away.

Tolia wanted to say something but finally held back.

He turned his back with an expression that said, "I'm tired and I'd rather destroy it," and pretended not to see it.

Even after chopping the prophet's body into meat paste, Wang Han was still a little worried. After all, this thing was too evil. After thinking for a while, he took down the screen next to him, collected all the flammable objects around and set them on fire.

Then a piece of stone floor was removed and placed on the fire, and the prophet's meat paste was placed on it to bake.

After a while, there was a smell of meat coming from it.

Tolia turned around and looked at Wang Han, and was speechless again.

Wang Han ignored it and asked Tolia to go out and find some dry firewood.

Tolia pouted and wanted to complain about Wang Han, but she could imagine that this Pope was the most vicious of all the Popes, so she held back and turned around to do her job honestly.

After careful baking, the prophet's body was completely turned into dried meat. Wang Han then ground the prophet into powder and put it into the small bottle.

Still feeling unsure, I put another layer of salt on it and tightened the bottle cap.

Only then did Wang Han blew his bangs and let out a breath.

Finally, a great thing was accomplished, and revenge was avenged for the Beast Man, the Crow Man Su Qi, and those who were dominated and harmed by the Prophet.

blah blah blah!

Wang Han lit a cigarette.

He put the small bottle in his arms, put his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the mother's back.

The mother was still lying in the pool, and no extra reaction was seen.

There is a scar-like area where the prophet had previously attached himself.

Before coming, Chu Liu Niang told Wang Han that the mother spine could not cause any physical damage. What Chu Liu Niang meant was that if possible, Wang Han should transport the mother spine back, and Chu Liu Niang would try to see if he could swallow the mother spine.

If Chu Liu Niang devoured the prophet's mother spine, she might develop to a level even more powerful than the Spine Emperor.

Although Chu Liu Niang and the Prophet are of the same origin, there are still differences between them. They are a bit like opposites. If they can merge, it will be a balance of yin and yang.

Go around the mother's spine.

This thing cannot be separated from water. Wang Han turned his head and called to Tolia, "Take someone to get the large sink that we brought on the plane!"

Tolia turned around and did as she was told, and the group moved the mother spine into the large tank.

Wang Han looked around the prophet's hiding place inside and out, but did not find anything valuable. Then Wang Han walked out staggeringly with his hands behind his back.

As soon as I went out, I saw the natives lying on the ground.

After the prophet's death, it also had a certain impact on them, but the prophet's clone was just living in them like a parasite. Now that the parasite is dead, they will gradually wake up.

Wang Han turned his eyes and saw the leaders of these indigenous peoples, with the oversized object sticking out from under their grass skirts.

Snapped!

Wang Han kicked a stone under his feet without thinking, and the stone went under his grass skirt, cursing.

"Damn it, I hate being pointed at with a gun!"

Tolia was standing beside Wang Han and snorted coldly when she saw this.

"envy!"

Wang Han bit the cigarette butt, raised his eyebrows and said in a fake angry voice, "Fuck! Do you know where the short and sharp word "han" came from?"

Tolia pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, but this tsundere girl was putting on airs and pretending to be a cool goddess. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. When she saw Wang Han turned around, she smiled secretly.

Wang Han suddenly turned around and said as if in revenge, "From now on, except when you are in combat mode, you must wear professional attire during working hours. I will ask Chu Liu Niang to prepare the clothes for you!"

Tolia frowned. Based on her understanding of Wang Han, she knew that he would definitely be wearing black stockings and high heels. The tsundere monster frowned tightly.

"I don't want to wear it!"

Although I said this, the image of myself wearing those beautiful clothes had already flashed through my mind.

Wang Han stood on the island and watched for a long time.

The people below brought news that the war outside had begun to end. As soon as the prophet died, those people in the Tianzhou axis who were controlled by the prophet went down one after another.

Wang Han said nothing.

I just listened to the report quietly, the sea breeze blowing on my face, and the waves in the distance hitting the rocks made a rustling sound.

The person who reported the news to Wang Han noticed that something was wrong with Wang Han.

Naturally, I understood what Wang Han was thinking at this moment.

After a pause, he said, "Boss, here is the news about your senior!"