After a long separation, the two people hugged each other tightly, for fear that if they were not careful, the convenience would disappear.
Yu Zhibo weasel and dried persimmon ghost mackerel, not far from them, were forcibly filled with a wave of dog food.
Especially the dried persimmon ghost mackerel, holding the bare handle in his right hand, seemed to devour the whole soul.
However, just as he was about to rush forward and break Zhang Han''s skull with a stick, Yu Zhibo weasel suddenly appeared on his side, grabbed his wrist and gently shook his head.
"He is not something we can deal with!"
When he said this, Yu Zhibo weasel felt powerless for some reason. Especially when he guessed Zhang Han''s true identity, this sense of powerlessness suddenly expanded several times.
"Do you know who that bastard is?"
The dried persimmon ghost mackerel was surprised. As a teammate, the strength of yuzhibo weasel had already been branded in his heart, especially the strange kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes. It was unreasonable to catch who and destroy who!
The big snake pill, which is as strong as one of the three forbearances, was once played with by him.
However, it is such a powerful teammate who speaks such frustrating words... It can be inferred from this that the arrogant guy who broke into the battlefield should be how terrible!
Yu Zhibo weasel said slowly, "if my guess is right, he should be the Muye white devil, Zhang Han, who became famous in the World War II of tolerance thirty years ago and then suddenly disappeared!"
"It''s him!"
The dried persimmon ghost mackerel stared and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Although Zhang Han and the two were separated by an era, they were not born when they bullied the forbearance world. But find a reference, you can intuitively feel the strength of each other!
For example, three generations of earth shadow big wild trees!
Even if the dried persimmon ghost mackerel was so confident, he didn''t dare to say that he had the strength to defeat Onoki. Thirty years ago, 13-year-old Zhang Han defeated Onoki, thus laying an absolute victory for Muye.
He doesn''t believe that a guy with such talent will not make any progress in the past 30 years. Only from Zhang Han''s easy crushing of his big knife shark muscle, we can get a glimpse of the leopard and see some clues.
However, even knowing Zhang Han''s true identity, new questions came out again.
"The wood leaf white devil has disappeared for thirty years. Are you sure it''s really him?"
If it was at ordinary times, the dried persimmon ghost mackerel would not question yuzhibo weasel''s decision, but the name of Muye white devil was too loud. Suddenly, there was a sense of vision through time and space.
Moreover, if yu Zhibo weasel guesses wrong and frightens himself, it will be a little funny.
"When I was born, he had disappeared for many years. If he was alone, I couldn''t confirm it. It''s just a rumor in the village that he was close to Zhuli, the Nine Tailed man. Now it seems that it should be." Yu Zhibo weasel said the information he knew.
"With this?"
The dried persimmon ghost mackerel didn''t know whether to cry or laugh. With an embarrassed face, he obviously had doubts about his partner''s unreliable speculation.
Yu Zhibo weasel didn''t care about the slightly joking tone of the dried persimmon ghost mackerel, and said, "in addition to the wood leaf white devil, who do you think can crush your weapon?"
"Oh..."
At this point, the dried persimmon ghost mackerel was speechless.
On the other side, the two people tightly hugging each other didn''t mean to separate at all, as if they were the only two people left in the whole world. The two S-class traitors in Xiaohua organization were so gorgeous ignored.
"You said, will you leave quietly?"
"No!"
"Really not?"
"Oh! It should be... Yes! But even if I leave next time, I will take you with me!"
"You promise?"
"I promise!"
"You swear?"
"I swear!"
"It''s almost ~! In fact, you don''t have to swear, I believe you!"
“……”
Wave after wave of dog food came and fed the two traitors. It is estimated that they won''t have to eat again in the next half a month
"Tell me, what have you been doing for so many years?" Jiu xinnai left Zhang Han''s arms reluctantly, raised his head and looked at him with a look.
"I''ll tell you more when I get rid of those two annoying flies."
Zhang Han fondly pinched jiuxinnai''s small face, and then he turned around and looked at the dried persimmon ghost mackerel.
"Leave two hands and you can roll!"
The indifferent tone was mixed with irresistible dignity, and an inexplicable grandeur came out and weighed heavily on them.
Yuzhibo weasel and dried persimmon ghost mackerel bow down at the same time, and their complexion changes greatly. I just felt a mountain suddenly pressing down on my shoulder, and the terrible force oppressed them. It was difficult to even touch their hands and fingers.
Boom!
Under the heavy pressure, the ground under their feet was cracked and rubble splashed. The whole foot sank into the ground and sank slowly.
This is the power of Muye white devil, who is famous for chasing the God of tolerance?!
If it''s just shocking to crush the big knife shark muscle last time, they can''t move directly under the pressure of momentum. They intuitively feel the terror of Zhang Han!
Even if the God of tolerance is reborn, I''m afraid it''s just like this!
Bean sweat seeped out of the pores and soaked his clothes in a moment. The creaking sound of bones in the body was clearly transmitted into the two people''s ears.
But even so, the dried persimmon ghost mackerel did not give in, clenched his teeth, resisted the increasing pressure, breathed heavily and roared, "if you want my arm, come and get it yourself!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Han looked cold, raised his right hand slightly, and flicked his middle finger and ring finger continuously. Two crescent shaped vacuum choppers burst out at the fingertips, and with a harsh sound of breaking the air, they went straight to the shoulder sockets on both sides of the dry persimmon ghost mackerel.
Pointing gun, LAN Yue!
Since he created this move, Zhang Han rarely used it against the enemy.
Compared with other skills, LAN Yue''s power can''t be raised because of the strength of her fingers. It''s far worse than Lan''s feet. In the face of opponents with their own strength, this move seems too chicken ribs.
However, if it is used to hold forced abuse dishes, the effect is absolutely powerful.
At this moment, Yu Zhibo weasel and dried persimmon ghost mackerel were suppressed by the majestic spirit pressure at the same time, and could not move. Even if the speed of the two vacuum choppers is not very fast, they can only watch.
Everything is so weak!
"Oh!"
Dry persimmon ghost mackerel groaned, and the sharp pain of afferent nerve told him that his two arms were cut off by the other party!
Bang, bang!
The shoulder broken arm fell to the ground. Under the heavy pressure, the big wound at the mouth of the bowl spewed out big gurgles of blood, and soon dyed the soil under your feet red.
"Hoo, Hoo... You guy..."
The dried persimmon ghost mackerel shuddered, gasped, and the pain on his shoulder stimulated him one after another, and his face turned white.