The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Stafford's excellent and moving speech was cut short at the beginning.

boom!
A round-headed heavy hammer that belonged to a martial artist hit him less than 15 inches in front of the door, and was blocked by the "royal robe" simulated by the colored light. The pseudo-invincible effect in the game is being severely impacted.

"Hey, where are you looking, buddy, don't you belong to me?"

Bianxiu is slowly putting on a distorted mask for himself in a very stylish manner, like a movie in slow motion. He is wearing a gray and yellowish dirty robe, and black and white are rolling behind him visible to the naked eye. Holding up many bloody weapons picked up from the battlefield, ghost faces, ghost claws, animal heads, tentacles, and skeletons were constantly transformed into ghost faces, ghost claws, tentacles, and skeletons.

Stafford has to admit that even if he can't tell the difference between a good Asian face and a zero egg, the tall and well-proportioned young man in front of him can at least get a good evaluation of his facial features, go to the Netherlands to be a rabbit master, cough, Daddy must be very popular, and the mask is great, but, the problem is——

"Who! are! you?! Where the hell did you come from??!"

As soon as these two surprised questions with a bit of doubt and fear came out, the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence visible to the naked eye.

The side show looked at Stafford in disbelief, then looked down at his own attire, at the black and white behind him, at the whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, flags and other things he picked up from the battlefield floating around. The bloody weapons were arranged in Jiugong Bagua, and finally touched the mask on his face with lingering fear
It may be a beautiful thing to have a mask, but fortunately, you are there!
Stafford looked down at the side show for a while, wondering why he stood there like a statue, and said, "Oh, I remember, you're the fool who wanted my Colosseum? Stupid!"

The two were basically chatting with each other. Stafford didn't understand Chinese at all, and Bianxiu's English level was also a how are you player, but Bianxiu, the last four-diaopede pronunciation, could understand it solidly.

"Foreigners just don't care about quality"

Bianxiu muttered cursingly, old and new grudges welled up in her heart, today I will use you, a white-skinned ghost, to pay homage to the two rooms and one living room on the insole of the young master!

"die!"

Wrapped in black and white with bloody and broken weapons, they shot towards Stafford with a handsome posture like Wan Jian returning to the clan, which is known to everyone on the Chinese Internet.

Stafford didn't know what it was, but the sledgehammer that was no more than 15 inches away from his face just now was enough to scare him. Without thinking, he mobilized the surrounding colored lights to shoot and defend against the torrent of weapons.

Bianxiu sneered: "Fucking white-skinned ghost stinking idiot, if Lao Tzu's helpers can block it like this, the planks of the patriarch's coffin would have been lifted early in the morning!"

With a stride of the horse and a roll of the jacket, Bian Xiu opened his voice on the spot.

"Sunset and western mountains darken the sky, the dragon leaves the long sea and the tiger descends to the high mountain, the dragon leaves the long sea to make rain, the tiger descends to the high mountain to block the road, the Hu and Huang sects descend to the high mountain, the breeze of the next life leaves the high cage coffin~"

Strange to say.

Bianxiu, who can walk on one arm and stand on the back of a man with a strong face, is a wolfdog boy with a handsome face. When he speaks, he also has a sound like a bell, but when he sings, he becomes as tragic as an old bird entering a bat cave. The broken gong voice even made the chaotic battlefield of red-eyed killers quiet.

But not only singing, the "instruments" such as whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, and banners also have automatic dubbing, matching Bianxiu's unpredictable dance steps and movements, black and white ghost faces, ghost claws, animal heads, Tentacles, skeletons and silent wails.
A group of demons dancing wildly, ghosts and gods, Piyi!

Not to mention how shocked the people around are, just mentioning Bianxiu's song, the battlefield is really changing, the illusory five-color mist comes from nowhere and fills the entire battlefield, and the blood splashed on the ground reflects Unpredictable and treacherous ghosts, the corpses of alien beasts decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to maggots, and the stench is overwhelming. The weapons left on the battlefield seem to have been baptized by thousands of years, quickly rusted, and automatically floated up. Beside Bianxiu.

Bianxiu half-opened and half-closed her eyes, and the elder sister in her hand beat the drum more vigorously.

Pointing at Stafford with one hand: "Give the head to the evil!"

The aura suddenly became a little colder and fiercer, and all the phantom ghosts behind Bianxiu actually got away from the black and white Qi and him, picked up various weapons, and rushed towards Stafford laughing and screaming.

The colorful royal robes around Stafford did not have the same obvious effect this time as before. The ghosts holding weapons squeezed to Stafford's side as if they were drilling through layers of thick grease, and the machetes and axes were heavy. The tetanus weapon greeted nonchalantly.

Stafford only had time to let out a short howl, and instantly fell from the high platform under the colorful light.

The ghosts laughed and screamed, tearing their hands and biting their weapons, and the blood of Stafford on the high platform was instantly stained with a chilling pattern, and the forensic doctor shook his head when he saw it.

Li Cang watched from afar and asked Rao Qifang: "Who is this guy? He has good taste!"

"People from Nightingale." Rao Qifang was a little bit troubled by the words "good taste", and finally understood where the weird comments on the forum came from, "I'm only 18, I can play well, but there is something wrong with my life style .”

"?"

A junior fellow next to him yelled while locking someone else's throat: "This bastard! He's the only one! Last week, he got too drunk and made trouble. He wanted to have a naked party in Baiyujing, and was carried out by a group of girls. It's quite ugly, Mengliang seems to have been found!"

"Hey~" Li Cang squeezed his chin, showing a strange expression, "It's right to defile the sacred place in Master Wang's heart. Old Wang is willing to have a good chat with him, maybe we can find a like-minded person!"

Stafford certainly wasn't dead.

This is what Bianxiu thinks, and most people think this way. If the weak chicken is like this, how can it be possible to organize a robbery gang with tens of thousands of people?

Regardless of sudden death or disease death, biological death can be counted as a good death, while social death is the destination and end of everything.
Stafford was bathed in a dazzling colorful light and stood up again. Usually, what he enjoys most is the process of feigning death. For him, the opponent's anger and despair are the best adjustments during the boring plunder.

but
He would rather that nothing happened just now, being strangled to death with a set of windhammers by a big jumping god boy, it is really.
In any case, it can't be regarded as decent!
What made Stafford's eyes tear open was that Li Cang, who witnessed the seamless connection between his fall and resurrection, seemed to have read through people's hearts, and even said in a leisurely way: "This can be regarded as a grand burial. If you don't If you don't mind, I don't think he would mind helping you face yourself."