The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 957

In the face of Xingtian's tomahawk and Xiaohei's head, my father could only carry it there, and then under the impetus of two powerful forces, he was forced to retreat step by step!

One step, a bone-crushing sound.

One step, a piece of flesh and blood falls.

Stepping back step by step, he still clenched his teeth and struggled to support, until a hand suddenly stretched out beside him.

The hand appeared out of nowhere, like the one in a horror movie that popped up on a wall, or came out of a corner where you weren't paying attention.

This hand stretched out, grabbed Xiao Heitan's greasy hair, and threw him out.

Then I saw that right beside my father, the place where weeds were overgrown and muddy and sandy, it seemed as if an oil canvas painting had been torn apart. From there, two people walked out!

The adult was wearing a simple casual outfit and was somewhat cynical, while the child was wearing a big black cape, black leather boots, black leather pants, and a large sunglasses. The large brush hanging on it made people feel that his style was really exceptional and out of place.

"It's so miserable? Why hasn't that bastard Xiaorong come yet?"

The two men stepped out of the oil painting-like environment, and the older one looked up at the giant axe that Xing Tian was still resting on my father's arm, and grinned: "This guy actually jumped out, it's a bit of a headache! "

The younger one looked at me, then looked up and exclaimed, "Mother, Skeleton King!"

This is Brother Ai and the little magic stick! !
They actually appeared this way.

My father seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "I will stretch out my hand when I come, and stand there watching the scene?"

Brother Ai felt something in his pocket helplessly, and said very cheaply: "I'm afraid!"

My father sneered: "You can't come!"

Brother Ai took out a half-foot-long writing brush, drew lightly on Xing Tian, ​​and said, "If I don't come, you will be an old man drinking tea. I don't need to talk about our friendship, Xiaorong's place I can't make a difference!"

That's what he said, but the brush in his hand didn't stop at all, and he waved it one by one. Even in the dark night sky, the handwriting was as thick as ink, and there were bursts of ink fragrance.

With Ai Ge's continuous strokes, Xing Tian's battle axe actually rose slowly along with his dancing in the air. I could see that Xing Tian was pressing down hard. He even raised the axe high again and ruthlessly downward. He chopped and chopped, but the axe stopped in mid-air under Brother Ai's frowning stroke.

But at this time, my brother doesn't seem to be so relaxed. He also seems extremely labored, and sighs with some emotion: "I'm old, and I can't even play with a big skeleton."

My father looked at him from the side, shook his head and said, "You can let go of your hands and feet and give it your all!"

Brother Ai said angrily, "I'm not a freak like Xiao Rong. Old Bai couldn't control it back then, and neither can I now."

The father shook his head and sighed: "Alas, the older he gets, the more timid he gets."

Brother Ai raised his arms high, and reluctantly supported Xingtian's battle axe in the air: "I have been practicing in the world for more than ten years, and I have just learned a little bit of doorway. Don't let his uncle talk nonsense there, that bastard wakes up and becomes bored."

With a wry smile, my father looked at the little black charcoal head who stood up from the ground, put one hand on his waist, and said, a little out of breath: "The Zhang Tianshi was also killed when he died. It's a tie, do you think I can still stop him now?"

Brother Ai swallowed his saliva and said, "It's over, we both have to say that we will die here. If I knew I would not come, Nima really has nothing to do to find shit on her own!"

This is howling and corpses all over the place, and the rest of us are dying. He is still so light-hearted, I really admire him, but unfortunately, I can't laugh with Ben at this time.Because this is a bad joke.

The little black charcoal head staggered forward while groaning and covering his head.

"Head, my head."

"You hurt me!"

Little Black Charcoal Tou's words had the smell of gunpowder, and his sad expression was even more miserable, as if he wanted to tear his brother's belly to pieces.

And every time he stepped on his small steps, it seemed to carry a destructive power, and wherever he passed, as long as it was a living thing, it would instantly wilt.

"Damn it! What should I do?"

Brother Ai turned his head to look at my father, looking a little embarrassed.

My father shrugged: "Cold!"

Brother Ai scolded: "I'm going! Can I still play well, is this forcing me to use the big move? Oh, the big move is the big move, it's all like this, it's better than everyone dying!"

After Ai Ge finished speaking, he reached into his arms and touched it, and then shouted to the little magic stick beside him: "Hurry up, give me the Danqing pen."

The little magic stick hurriedly tore at his waist. I wonder if the little bastard was too nervous. After a few tugs, he didn't pull it off. In the end, Brother Ai couldn't help it, and he pulled the big brush and the little magic stick together. His belt was pulled down together, and Xiao Shenzhu's trousers fell to the ground all of a sudden, just when the little black charcoal head rushed over, and stopped dangerously under Xiao Shenzhu's body.

The little magic stick was frightened by the little black charcoal head and stood on the spot, shouting bitterly: "Master, help!"

"Little bastard, isn't it just a little black charcoal head, you are afraid of a fart!"

I don't know where such a voice came from, and there was a relaxed look in the eyes of my brother and my father.

The little magic stick cried out: "He wants to bite my dick, aren't you afraid that you will come and let him bite down and have a look? Eh? Master?"

The little magic stick suddenly realized something, opened his eyes and glanced around: "Master, where are you?"

master?Is Mr. Rong here?

Sure enough he came.

He was still wearing a black trench coat, with long hair flying.

He seems to have come from the sky, and came from the edge of Fanjing Peak from a distance.

Wherever he passed, the edge areas that had turned into desert-like land instantly turned green, the trees that had disappeared were slowly growing, and the bits of weeds on the ground turned green again.

"Wild fire, in spring!"

Mr. Rong was holding a black thing in his hand, and in one step, he stepped onto the top of the mountain from the edge of Fanjing Peak.

"Little brat, do you think you can avoid me if you change your skin?"

He threw the black thing on the ground and kicked the little black charcoal head mercilessly.

The little black charcoal head flew out with a whimper, fell to the ground, and swayed up again, with endless fear in the two protruding eyes, and cried to Mr. Rong while humming. : "woohoo, uncle, hit me!"

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