Yan looked down.
A crab the size of a coconut was hanging steadily in front of his crotch.
This crab was transformed from Blue Silver Grass. Its body is emerald green, but it holds a pair of huge pincers with a cold light.
With a "click" sound, he clamped the two bells under his crotch without hesitation.
"No, don't... please..."
Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, with pleading written all over his eyes, and he shook his head crazily.
However, the crab still moved its claws.
Yan never dreamed that he was just provoking Tang Wu as usual, but the price in exchange was losing his two most beloved "little brothers".
I was finally arrogant for once, but you made me lose so completely.
Blanch!
"No...Little Yan, Second Yan, don't leave me. How can I live without your big brother!"
Yan was so distraught that her voice broke.
What makes him always have tears in his eyes? It's this beloved "lychee".
"Yes, I'm sorry, brother..." Second Yan was dying. He took his last breath and asked Yan:
"From now on, we can no longer accompany you and take off every lonely night..."
"I'm so sleepy... don't worry, just... just take a nap..."
"No, you don't want to die!" Yan roared.
But no matter how he called, Second Yan never responded.
As for some friends who want to ask, why are two bells suddenly able to communicate with people without any barriers?
What's this?
There was once a person who could talk to his buttocks and fire all kinds of Babos at will.
In order to avenge the two brothers, Yan turned his grief and anger into strength.
The flames instantly enveloped his fists, he raised them high and smashed them down towards the crab that was still hanging there.
In an instant, under the high temperature, the crab transformed by Blue Silver Grass was burned into charcoal and fell to the ground.
When the wind blows, the ashes scatter.
"Tang Wu, I can't spare you!" Yan's eyes were red.
"Really?"
Tang Wu smiled lightly, feeling at ease.
"Let's get out of my attack first, then let's talk."
The voice fell.
From under his feet, crabs crawled out one after another.
The mighty army of crabs was killing in the direction of Yan.
Each one is no smaller than the first one.
But it's not over yet.
Blue Silver Grass vines suddenly grew under Yan's feet, tightly binding his legs and waist in place.
"Haha, it's useless!"
"Do you think these broken vines can trap me? The flames - burn them out!"
Yan just gave a faint sneer at this.
The Blue Silver Grass that controlled his hands were ignited the moment they came into contact with the high-temperature flames and turned into fly ash.
The hands are free again.
But looking at the crab army, it's completely different.
One after another, they jumped on Yan's body and pounced specifically on his crotch.
With the help of his own fire, the crotch was ignited with a "whoosh".
After all, the two bells are part of Soul Master's body and are not so fragile that they can break with just a cut.
At most it will be severe pain for a while.
But even so, it's not comfortable.
Yan immediately discovered that his crotch was on fire, and he hurriedly put it out, but was still severely burned, and his whole body was reduced to a dried shrimp.
And.
There are not many other Tang Wus, but more Soul Powers. With him as the Blue Silver Grass within a radius of thirty meters, you can replenish him with Soul Powers at any time.
He stood in the middle of the field, calm and calm. "Come again, I can spend the whole day with you here."
Yan was completely caught in a dilemma.
If you extinguish the flame, you will have to bear the pain of breaking. If you light the flame, you will not be able to protect your crotch.
He looked at Tang Wu across from him, pursed his lips a few times, and let out the most painful cry in his life:
"Tang Wu, you, you are so despicable----"
"Being mean is the passport to being mean, and being noble is the epitaph of the noble."
Tang Wu is not ashamed, but proud. He read these two sentences shamelessly.
There was a smile on his face, but his feet were not idle at all.
He was a very petty person. On the surface he didn't care about Yan's scolding, but secretly he suddenly increased the output of Soul Power.
The crabs on the ground multiplied and swarmed towards Yan.
Yan's pressure suddenly increased, and his eyes instantly became clear, like a college student who was cornered by his thesis.
He swallowed and tentatively spoke:
"Hehe... can we reconcile?"
"At this moment?" Tang Wu stared blankly, without even raising his eyelids, leaving no room for bargaining:
"Are you dreaming? Don't be afraid, come here."
"Brother Wu, I don't want it! I don't want it, ow ow ow..."
The sound was intermittent, mixed with Yan's screams from time to time.
On the stage, he was running away from him and others were chasing him. The situation evolved into something even more exciting than the one at eight o'clock. The turn was so big that he almost eclipsed all the veterans in the audience.
Tang San in the audience twitched the corner of his mouth:
"Xiao Wu is Xiao Wu, and every time it unfolds with unexpected scenes."
He paused and then added with gloating.
"It's this guy named Yan. I'm afraid he will leave a psychological shadow after today, right?"
Although they are both male compatriots, Tang San also sympathizes with Yan's suffering.
But who let his pro-European Doudou be the one who pulled the strings?
To this, he could only say: What a good death.
On the other side of the auditorium, Hu Liena clenched his embroidered fists, with a look of hatred on his face.
She stared at Yan who was running away in embarrassment on the stage and gritted her teeth in a low voice:
"This Yan, I told him to be careful before he came on stage. Don't underestimate the other party, but he won't listen to me."
Okay now, let's make it look like this...
She didn't care what punishment Yan would receive after the incident.
What she is really worried about is whether she and her brother Xie Yue will be dragged down by this guy's embarrassing performance.
After all, Spirit Hall cannot afford to lose this person.
The most important thing is...
Hu Liena quietly turned his head and looked towards the high platform.
There, Bibi Dong's face was dark, the scepter in his hand creaked, and the air pressure around his body was so low that even Yue Guan beside him quietly took half a step back.
Hu Liena shook his head silently in his heart: Yan, Yan, let Spirit Hall be so humiliated today, just wait to be punished after you go back.
On stage.
"That's enough..." Yan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily:
"I'm warning you, I am not a persimmon. If you force me again, I will get angry!"
In response, Tang Wu did not take his resistance seriously at all, and replied casually with two words:
"Oh, really?"
"Damn it, that's too much bullying, I'll fight you!"
Yan gritted his teeth and was completely angered by Tang Wu's attitude of not taking himself seriously.
He took a deep breath and prepared to use the second Soul Skill.
Granite Rock, raised the hardness of the whole body to the extreme, and then rushed directly towards Tang Wu against the mighty crab army.
However.
"Still want to resist? Yan, you are so brave..."
Tang Wu didn't give him this chance at all.
Just as Yan made a move, the next second, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped him.
He raised his head suddenly, his pupils suddenly constricted.
It was actually a giant foot woven from Blue Silver Grass, the size of a small mountain, hanging high above the head, blocking out the sky and the sun.
In comparison, Yan felt as small as a cockroach.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed hard.
"Wait, I have something else to say..."
Yan's voice already had a vibrato.
"What did you say? Get off the stage."
Tang Wu didn't even raise his eyelids and just started.
The foot, which was as big as a small mountain, suddenly collapsed and hit Yan with the pressure of the howling wind.
Flame Lord Martial Soul is not good at speed.
What's more, even if Yan wants to run away, Soul Fighting Arena is so big.
That giant foot took up half of the table with just one kick, leaving him with no way to retreat.
Boom!
A huge force came, and Yan's body instantly flew out like a kite with its string broken, drawing a parabola in the air and falling heavily outside the ring.
No need to lead, old man.
No howl, it's Sister Rain!
We are hopeless...