The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

"Pan Yang, Shuling, stop me!!"

At this moment, there was a loud shout, and Fan Ma galloped over.

Pan Yang squinted at him and couldn't help but curl his lips, and said mockingly: "Didn't you go to rescue the soldiers? Why did you kill another person?"

"He is not alone." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind.

Pan Yang's pupils shrank, and cold sweat broke out from the back of his spine. He turned around abruptly, and met a pair of cold eyes shining with cold light.

"Baiyan!!"

"Brother Pan, you are not kind." Luo Xiaoman curled the corners of his lips, showing a faint smile, and said: "You're wrong, but you are going to hell."

"Go to hell!" Pan Yang gritted his teeth and was too lazy to talk nonsense with Luo Xiaoman, and punched him.

However, when he just raised his fist, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his fist.

Pan Yang looked back along his fist, and saw a black figure standing behind him, it was Mo!

When did they come to their side, they didn't even notice any movement!

Thinking of this, Pan Yang shuddered suddenly. If they wanted to kill themselves, wouldn't it be easy?

"Don't worry." Luo Xiaoman raised his hand to play with his ponytail, and said quietly: "We won't kill you. After all, we can't fight each other between the same family."

"Sister Shuling!!" Pan Yang yelled, and looked to the other side, only to find that Shuling was no longer visible.

He stunned suddenly, and scolded in his heart. What's so special, this woman actually left herself and slipped away!

"Heh, I wanted to say hello to Sister Shuling just now, but she ran so fast." Luo Xiaoman shook his head, then his eyes sank, "So, Brother Pan, what are you going to do?"

"Ahaha! Junior Brother Bai, I just made a joke with them, don't take it seriously." Pan Yang slapped haha ​​and said grimly: "So, can you let your bodyguard let me go first? Let's discuss something!"

"Just kidding?" Luo Xiaoman paused with ponytail's hand, and a sharp cold light flashed past his eyes.

Click!

Pan Yang felt a sharp pain hit, he turned his head, looked at his hand in disbelief, but was broken by Mo Yuan.

"Senior Brother Pan, I also made a joke with you. However, this joke seems to be overdone." Luo Xiaoman chuckled, then stared at Mo Yuan reproachfully, and said: "Mo, look at you, how can you Don't pay attention to your strength?"

Mo Yuan shrugged, and said helplessly: "I didn't know that Senior Brother Pan's bones were so fragile, and they broke with a single click."

Luo Xiaoman and Mo Yuan sang together, making Pan Yang's face black enough to drip ink.

He has both arms injured now, and he has no fighting strength at all, and even no chance to escape.

"Senior Brother Pan, should you get rid of the trapped formation?" Luo Xiaoman raised his hand and put it on Pan Yang's shoulder, his tone so harsh that he shivered.

"This, this difficult formation is arranged by me and Junior Sister Shu Ling. To untie it, two people must be together." Pan Yang gritted his teeth and turned his mind, deciding that one can be pulled into the water.

"Is that so?"

Luo Xiaoman nodded clearly, then glanced at Mo Yuan.

Suddenly, Mo Yuan's figure moved and disappeared from their eyes.

"Ah!!!" Soon, a miserable howl blew up, and Mo Yuan caught Shu Ling from a distance.