Mo Liang was angry and angry, and he opened the distance. The seven-star dart was nailed to the wall. After a while, it turned into a paper dart and fell off, leaving a small hole on the wall.

The paper man in the hat is full of attacks and makes people unable to get close to him, so Mo Liang can only keep a distance.

Paper man is not a style, only he wants, and his true energy is enough, and the shape is determined by himself.

I originally wanted to build a Gatlin paper man, but unfortunately it didn't work, so I could only use it as a big iron burning stick.

Maybe the rules of this world are not suitable.

Time passed by a cup of tea.

Mo Liang suddenly snorted coldly, his body froze, and five or six darts were nailed to his chest.

He fell to the ground in depressed state, and dark blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

"you……"

"Castor bean poison, a small pinch can kill the strong cow." Lu Qian explained with a smile.

Castor beans are a common poisonous weed, and Lu Qian painted some on the Birch Shui Sword in advance.

It's not until now that it's happening, Mo Liang is really a master.

"Despicable and shameless!" Mo Liang broke through and cursed, vomiting blood.

"Aren't you too? How many people have lost your hands?"

"Spiritual, please!"

Lu Qian said as he stepped out the door.

Even though Mo Liang was about to die, Lu Qian did not dare to take the risk to step forward.

You have to watch him die before you can get up.

Seeing that Lu Qian was about to leave, Mo Liang was shocked and cursed: "Little beast, I will take you back even if I die."

He took out a piece of yellow paper, squirted blood on the paper, and the runes like dragons and snakes danced and flew into his mouth.
Chapter completed!