Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

A little fear overflowed from the bottom of the hooded man's heart. He who has been dealing with wild beasts all the time, how could he not understand the look in his eyes? It was the highest level wolf, after judging the little white rabbit as a prize in his pocket, when he was about to play with his prey excitement.

As soon as Yu Yan saw the man in the hood, the round mole on the back of his neck began to itch and become hot, and he wished he could reach out and scratch it to feel better.

This man is not simple. When he is in danger, his foot is still steady, and his steps are good for advancing and retreating. Although he hides behind the lion and tiger, there is no trace of panic in his actions.

Cong Youyan frowned slightly, shrugged uncomfortably, the collar swept the round mole, and the itching on the back of the neck became more and more serious.

It's now, there's no waiting any longer.

Cong Youyan stretched out his hand suddenly, and flicked the sapphire pen to wash the jar with his fingertips.

On the ground, three or four black iron chains sprang out of thin air, circled around the lion, tiger, and the hooded man a few times, flew up the tree trunk, and returned to Cong Yuyan's hands.

The hooded man took a closer look and saw what kind of black iron chains were binding him. They were all connected at the end, and he couldn't tell what kind of beetle it was.

These beetles were huge, with thick front claws, and a cold green light flashed on the compound fangs. Accompanied by very regular knocking sounds, these beetles tightened their bodies at the same time, trying hard to hoop the target into a wooden stake.

When the beetles exert their strength together, there is a neat beat between the joints, like coolies transported in a dry river, and the friction sound of "click click" echoes in the gloomy and empty valley.

Seeing the little darlings tying up the ligers and tigers together, Yuyan felt the back of his neck feel relaxed and comfortable. He strode into the hooded man, reaching out to lift his hat.

The strength of the black beetle is enormous, and the combined bite force is measured in hundreds of stones. Most men can't break free at all, so Cong Youyan dared to go up to demonstrate.

So here comes the question, is this hooded man an ordinary person?

This is an unknown unknown.

The hooded man stared closely at Cong Youyan's neck. Under the drooping brim of the hat, only the man's white teeth could be seen, hiding in the shadows, revealing a cruel sneer.

Everyone thought that Cong Youyan, who was sure of winning, would directly reach out to grab the hood.

Shang Heyin faintly felt that something was wrong, confidently following the doctor's usual move to defeat the enemy, it seemed too simple tonight.

The hooded man's skeleton rattled as the beetle tightened under the tree.Shang Heyin's left eyelid twitched even more violently.This early-warning function of the sixth sense accompanied him throughout his growth process, and he escaped countless times of intrusions.

Just by intuition, Shang Heyin knew that the man under the tree was not a soft-footed shrimp.

Cong Youyan's footsteps got closer and closer, Shang Heyin was so flustered that his hands and feet trembled, and he couldn't help shouting: "Xiao Cong! He's pretending to be weak, be careful!"

The triangular eyes of the man in the hood turned sharply upwards, his sight pierced through the overlapping leaves, and fixed on Shang Heyin who was hiding on the treetop.

Rolling the whites of his eyes, the man laughed strangely, his cheeks swelled into balls, and suddenly he landed on all fours, with a series of cooing sounds from his throat, and his trouser legs kept swaying.

This man is actually a practitioner of inner martial arts!

Filled with hatred from the corner of Youyan's eyes, he flipped his five fingers, and a candlestick came out of his palm. He snapped his fingers, and the candle brought out from the refining site lit up at the same time, and a spike with blue flames suddenly popped out of the candle's core. , divided into upper, middle and lower, and went straight to the hooded man.

The hooded man let out a loud cry, and tore off his shirt. The skin around his waist was brownish-colored. When his arms were clenched tightly, countless blisters bulged all over his body.

The black-smoky water bubbles quickly swallowed the leading black beetles.

As soon as the man was free, his cheeks swelled into a ball and he made a happy cooing sound. With a kick of his legs, he flew up on the ground, barely avoiding the flames on the way down, and slashed left and right with his claws, sweeping down the upper and lower Middle two fire.

Pulling off the last cover, the man in the hood revealed his bumpy head, his triangular eyes stared at Cong Youyan with interest, his big fan-like hand pointed at him, and he said with a grin, "I finally found you, the same kind! "

From the dangerous erection of Yuyan's pupils, the green color is constantly changing in shades, the right hand pinched the fingertips, and flicked the candlestick a few times one after another, the candle wick was shaken a few times, emitting a strong aroma of rosemary, lavender The phantom of the beast rose and then quietly fell down, creeping forward along the grass, continuously intruding into the ears and noses of the lions and tigers bundled into meat dumplings.

The man in the hood thought that Cong Youyan only knew the tricks of Maoshan Taoist priests, so he laughed, "Do you only know how to burn talismans to tell fortunes? Haha, the teacher said that whoever digs out the opponent's cells first will get the spoils. Just look at my skills."

He raised his head, his huge mouth as wide as a washbasin opened suddenly, and the tip of his tongue shot out backwards, carrying a foul-smelling mucus. Instead of attacking Cong Youyan, he went straight to Shang Heyin's face.

Cong Yuyan's face was ferocious, and he cursed: "I don't know how to live or die." He clapped his hands several times, and the candlestick burst out with blue flames again, and the green wick flame, carrying a curse, rolled towards the hooded man with the wind. The. Tongue. Head.

This time the blue fire was not gentle at all, it was extremely hot, like a body attached to a bone, it was tightly attached to the smell of the man in the hood, and those stinky mucus skin could not stop the flame's attack at all.

The smell of burnt protein spread to the ground simultaneously with the muffled sound of the rubber band breaking.

"Ah!" The hooded man let out a scream, covered his mouth, and rolled down from midair.

The blue fire seemed to be the kind that couldn't be extinguished, rolling along the hooded man, still burning unrelentingly, burning those smelly brown skins directly, and breaking them into coke.

There was a sudden pain at the base of the neck, and every effort to move was a prick of needles. Cong Youyan was very angry, because it felt like being marked by someone.

He leaned back and rubbed his neck, and cursed fiercely: "You are so cowardly, you still want to eat me? Humph! I will let you know right away, what is repaying the other for the same thing!"

Putting away the candlesticks, Cong Youyan snapped his fingers crisply, and he whistled in the same way: "Little lion, little tiger, get up for another meal."

"Click~click~" All the black beetles loosened their fangs at the same time, and the black hinges were untied.

One lion and one tiger stood up, snorted a few times, and woke up.

Two pairs of golden animal pupils kept blinking, looking for the owner.

Soon, they found their target, outflanked them back and forth, and circled Cong Youyan intimately.

Cong Yuyan squatted down and rubbed the chins of the two big cats, teasing the lion and tiger to roll on the ground, begging to be petted.

When it was almost time, Yuyan pointed at the man not far away, the man who was burned beyond recognition, and greeted the two big cats: "The supper is there, little lion and little tiger, go and eat."

The lions and tigers obediently turned their furry heads, their emotionless vertical pupils, and stared closely at the "night snack" ordered by their masters.

With its spiked tongue rolled up and sticking through its nostrils, the golden lion was the first to jump over, shaking its mane, baring its teeth and roaring: "Roar!"

The severe pain destroyed the vocal cords of the man in the hood, and he could no longer make a complete sound, and the burned skin all over his body also smelled of stinky rubber.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The man in the hood could barely make some broken sounds from his throat.

Although I don't know why the baby I raised since I was a child suddenly turned against each other, but the instinct to escape can still support the motor nerves of the man in the hood.

He held back the pain, paddled his remaining limbs, and tried his best to move into the mountain.

When the lion saw that its prey was about to flee, it roared angrily.

The white-fronted tiger following behind leaped over the lion nimbly, and knocked over "Supper" with one paw.

The "Supper" hooded man screamed, howled, begged for mercy, and dodged intermittently, making the angry lion and tiger more and more frantic.

There was no need for orders from Yu Yan, the two big cats who were furious immediately divided their labor and cooperated, one gnawed on the head, the other bit the stumped leg, and pulled apart the "Supper" bloody.

The color of blood that had turned cold filled the grass.

One lion and one tiger got down majestically and started eating right under the eyes of everyone.

The sound of chewing, tearing flesh, and crushing bones echoed in the valley in the middle of the night.

A piece of coke quickly disappeared under the liger's huge mouth.

After shooting all the shots, the photographer brother lay on the tree trunk with weak legs and feet, panting heavily, and thought to himself: These bloody and bloody materials have been shot.But how many shots can pass the review!ah!ah!ah!My bonus, my bonus!

the other side.

"Just now I almost thought my neck would break." Cong Youyan leaned on Shang Heyin's knee, deliberately put his neck to his hand, coquettishly: "Yin'er, rub it for me, it hurts so much."

Shang Heyin didn't hesitate at all this time, stretched out his hand, gently massaged his neck for him, and hummed a nursery rhyme while kneading: "Stir-fried radish, fried radish, cut and cut ~ make dumplings, make dumplings, pinch pinch pinch ~ Pain, pain, blow; pain, pain, fly~"

Oh, my wife's voice is so nice~ Cong Yuyan's eyes narrowed in comfort: "It's so nice, who invented this, my neck really doesn't seem to hurt anymore!"

Shang Heyin breathed cool air on the other party's neck, and smiled lightly: "When I was young, I was also very noisy. Sometimes I scratched my skin when I played football, and sometimes I bumped purple waists with children; no matter where I bumped , my mother always heals me like this."

The cool air seems to be a bit of magic, maybe it is exhaled by the loved one himself, so it carries warmth, like a spiritual spring empowering, nourishing the bones.

Shang Heyin found the round mole when he pressed it.

"what is this?"

Cong Youyan opened one eye, glanced at the direction of his daughter-in-law's finger, dragged his grandma's long voice, and continued to act coquettishly: "Oh~ a mole, people don't know about it, anyway, it is the original product of this body. "

Shang Heyin's fingertips lightly slid across the round mole, and he leaned over to look at it carefully several times, frowning slightly: "There is no hair, and it is too regular, as if drawn with compasses. However, in the center of the brown round mole, Instead, there is a very thin round hole."

Pressing the round mole hard a few times, Shang Heyin became even more puzzled: "It's strange, when you press it down, the round hole shrinks even smaller."

...the center of the mole...has a very thin round hole...

The daughter-in-law's words woke up someone who was almost asleep.

Cong Youyan's half-closed eyes opened immediately, and he sat up straight, his dark eyes were full of surprise, and he asked anxiously: "Yin'er, is there really a very thin round hole?"