Chapter 111: porcelain!


Li Yan didn't watch it, he just clicked on the broadcast.
There was a drum in the walkman, and the condolences hummed crisply.
The rhythmic percussion accompanied the drums, and the corpses in front of them were getting closer.
The man whispered, his voice sharpened with a bit of sharpness and a bit of euphemism.
"Boiled beans and tempeh ~"
"Bean is crying in the kettle ~"
"It was born from the same root ~"
"He is so anxious ~"
Li Yan's calf was lowered, and he rushed into the black pressed corpse!
Windbreaker on his body, dragon in his hand. Nothing else.
But dealing with these things is enough.
The drum exploded, and the dull male shouted:
"Grab a handful of soil and rub a lot, you spit! Spit ~, I shed tears!"
"Agitate, agitate, blend, blend, form into a slime! Qi Qi! Qi Qi!"
Voice, rough.
Style, weird.
It's a bit old-fashioned, but it also has a Beijing-style laughter and scolding.
And Li Yan's chest, the original dumb chaos tattoo was revived!
Two small oval golden judgments were thrown into the air by Li Yan, turning into two black feet, both with 68% trowel specialization.
The ring dragon revealed from the back of a living corpse, Li Yan bowed his waist with an aggressive lunge, twisting his left knee with a 90-degree twist, and pulled out the blade of his sword, twisted his waist, and ringed the dragon. , Draw a big silver arc in the air!
The four living corpses in front of him were chopped into two by the dragon, and the corpses fell to the ground without flesh and blood. Instead, black bamboo strips and shredded paper were exposed.
paper man? !!
Li Yan pierced the throat of a female corpse with an old ring dragon, Li Yan gently lifted the sword handle, pierced the jaw of the female corpse through the celestial cap.
Seeing that the female corpse was no longer moving, Li Yan set her eyes on her face.
White paper, dark eyes, red lips, cheek blush.
Isn't it a paper man?
Two dark-skinned, light-footed men stood behind Li Yan, staring indifferently at the corpse of hundreds of people in front of them.
The majestic and fierce flavor spread from Li Yan, and the paper crowd went back and forth for a while.
Hundred ghosts retreat, fierce.
The suppressor effect did not work at all.
Cranky and sharp engine sounds sounded late into the night, Li Yan also stunned.
The water was pouring snowballs, and the living corpse hurriedly receded to the sides.
The dazzling lights shook Li Yanyi's eyes, and the white van rammed the pendulum and slammed a few paper dead corpses, not to mention how many paper dead corpses collided under the car and the slipping tires were thrown Pieces of shredded bamboo and confetti over two meters high.
The blue-painted "stop anytime" on the car is particularly dazzling.
The sound of engine and tire slipping heard Li Yan frown, and his fingers pressed the "+" key on the Sony Walkman.
"Cheng Chengcheng Cheng Muxu! Qi Qi! Qi Qi!"
The roar of the decadent man grew louder.
Seventeen or eight muscles swelled, and the bad-looking rotten man opened his car door and drove down. An individual is short and solid, with iron golems, pointed hoes, and even bricks. The blood-red pupils were filled with cruelty and fierceness.
Li Yan did not want to, took out the rpk light machine gun grabbed from the skull tattoo man, pulled the trigger and pulled the shuttle.
The shell crashed to the ground, and many bad guys rushed forward with a round of barrage, and the damaged part of the body also exposed the red bamboo frame and the adhesive paper.
Also paper people.
[Night Stalker]
Suppress all flesh and blood creatures.
Suppression effect: Attack speed is reduced by 50%, and the movement speed of the opponent is reduced by 50%
Stab la la la la la
The sound of the blood-stained black iron goblet dragging on the ground was distinctive in the dense drums and bass sounds. Middle age is singing on Xingtou:
"Brother Dei ~"
"Brother Dei ~"
"Brother Dei ~"
"Brother Dei ~"
In this middle-aged man's sleek and hearty voice, all the repressive effects given by Yan Fu have become? ? ? The words!
Middle-aged man, no, Liang Ye coughed twice and opened his mouth, as if speaking at a conference imitated by a factory leader.
"Well, this comrade is good in nature."
At the very beginning, the dwarf wicked man yelled loudly, and lifted his iron maggot stained with brain and blood toward Li Yan's shoulder!
"But! Because the requirements on yourself are usually not strict enough, ... this bourgeoisie, the decaying ~ declining ~ mind ... always in the mind ... plays a subtle role."
Li Yan progressed forward, and the ring-long dragon sword went to point the wrists of the dwarf villain, and the blade successfully pierced through. Without waiting for Li Yan to relax, an unstoppable violence passed to Li Yan's arm. He was dull and took off a lot of strong iron slaps and patted him on the left rib. !!
Good guy? !!
"But, ah, we still want to, ah, unite him ~"
Li Yan endured qi and blood rolling, and took back the ring dragon sword.
"Help him ~"
With a swipe of his hand, a huge tiger's head pierced like a white-gold shooting star, poking the wicked man's head.
"Educate him ~"
The wicked man's body shook for a while and collapsed.
"Do you care about him?"
A lot of evil men roared up.
"We are friends, we are brothers, we are magnets!"
The song culminated in the drumming and bass roar.
"We are yellow!"
"We are big!"
"We are long!"
"We are black!"
"You pull me, I will help you ~"
"If you play me, I will die with you ~"
Blood-stained iron golems, ferocious muscles, blue-painted license plates, quaint Han swords, stern eyes, dim sky stars lanterns ...
The yellowish face in the sky was distorted, and this ghastly, weird, twisted midnight was completely lit by the decadent middle-aged voice.
Two black foot warriors were drowned in the evil man. Li Yanhu's head swallowed and shot with a blast of light. The shovel and sharp shovel hit with the gun head were smashed.
Gun teeth.
Some villains also threw out iron hammers, even red bricks. Just before hitting Li Yan, he was crushed off with several pieces of platinum armor that appeared out of nowhere around the barrel.
Just body.
The kick drum and cymbal drum are four short and one long, and they are short and powerful.
Li Yan shook his gun and forced many live corpses back. A goose under his foot followed and pressed his wrist to dance the spear. Suddenly the tiger head swallowed and fluttered! For a while, black shreds of paper flew across the sky, and the crackling sound of the crackling bamboo shelf was endless.
Li Yan lifted a sigh of relief, a round ball shot, the tiger's head was irresistible, and he bumped into the knees of several evil men.
Rhythm 镲 and the triangle iron buzzed together, and the villain hit his head with his head down, and fell into blossom.
Kick ~
The gun smashed to the ground and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Li Yan ignored the soreness in his whole body, grabbed the ring dragon from the imprinted space, and rushed towards several evil men with broken copper and iron.
A villain with a big hat opened his hands and grabbed Li Yan's ring dragon. His fingers were severed, but they blocked all the swords of Li Yan!
"Brother Dei ~"
Liang Ye shouted.
Li Yan Tian loosely released the hilt. The body squatted, swooped and rolled, the bottom of the gossip's palm was worn to change the clasp in the foot, and the toe was in the crotch of the villain, and he struck between its legs with strength, and his back was on the ground The black oil puddle slipped a trail, and in the middle of the hand, grabbed the free-falling sword hilt with the palm of his hand, turned his left hand to stand up, and the sword shone into a piece.
Sword mother frame! Night fire raged!
"Companion dei ~"
A red bamboo frame with a broken paper skin rolled and hit Li Yan's foot.
Li Yan Qingying stood up, and there were two evil men in front of him, tearing the thighs and arms of the black foot light samurai until the two warriors were immature.
The trio stood, speechless for a moment.
The drum sound in the Walkman slowly subsided. When the bull bell rang, it seemed like the giant strode, and the drum beat was surging again!
Li Yan took a deep breath, and two evil men rushed together.
The man whispered in the walkman.
"Magnet ~"
...
Round blood drops dripped.
Li Yan was half-knelt, and his limbs were broken behind him. He stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth, and couldn't hide his injuries.
But no one around was still alive.
And the Church of the Repression in front of it has become a piece [? ? ? ? ? 】.
The Walkman rustled.
"Um, brother, do you think. I sing well?"
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