I lived two hundred years

Chapter 38
"Dare to move big sister, you are dead!"

"We will not let you go. You dog slave, don't even think about being a dog this time."

"Sisters, don't be too heavy handed, let him die easily. I want everyone to know what will happen to us if we dare to resist our King Li."

The attacks of the Temptation Sisters were chaotic and orderly, seemingly random, but implied infinite changes, obviously under the guidance of an expert.

Shen Lang was surprised inwardly, but he didn't stop for a moment in his hands. With a flick of the whip, he hooked a few belts that were attacking him, pulled them hard, and snatched them away from the hands of all the beauties.

Under normal circumstances, if interrupted like this, the formation would definitely become chaotic, but the Sisters of Seduction seemed to have expected it long ago. The sisters in the front row had their weapons taken away, so they immediately retreated to let the sisters in the back row surround them.

The leather whip in Shen Lang's hand was wrapped around his belt at this moment, and he couldn't do the same trick again. Facing the attack again, he was immediately in danger.

Seeing that those belts were about to fall on Shen Lang's body, Shen Lang suddenly shook his hand and threw out all the belts hooked on the whip in his hand.

The belt collided with the belt, quickly entangled and twisted into a ball, causing the attacking rhythm of the girls to pause.

Shen Lang moved quickly under his feet, and was about to take this opportunity to escape from the encirclement of the Tempting Sisters.

Unexpectedly, the formation of the Temptation Sisters Group is really powerful.

When the rhythm was disrupted, the people in the front row immediately retreated, and the people in the back row made up for it.

In a blink of an eye, the rhythm of the attack returned to the hands of the Temptation Sisters.

After all, Shen Lang was still one step slower.

"The little security guard is finished this time. He failed to escape the encirclement in the first few rounds of attacks. His end is already doomed. Just wait to be pumped into a pool of rotten meat."

Xiaoqing looked at Shen Lang's side, showing a smug smile.

Jiang Lianxue was not too worried, but her brows were tightly furrowed and she never let go.

"Beauties, offended."

Shen Lang saw that it was difficult to break through the formation of the Tempting Sisters by conventional means, so he finally stopped holding back his hands and stomped hard on the ground.

Boom.

As if the earth roared, the earth dragon turned over, and an earthquake erupted. The people standing around Shen Lang only felt the world spinning for a while, and lost their sense of direction in an instant. Their feet felt weak and fell to the ground one after another.

The only person present who was not affected was Shen Lang.

Looking at the beauties lying on the ground, without any hesitation, he swung the whip in his hand, making a crackling sound, which not only knocked away the belts in the hands of the Tempting Sisters, but also left lines on the palms of each of them. Light red marks.

This red mark is not very painful, but this kind of humiliation as if being slapped on the palm by the teacher makes all the beauties unforgettable.

Only Zongli, Xiaoqing and the others escaped the whip because they were far away.

However, their expressions were no better than those of those who had been whipped.

Because, Shen Lang had passed those beauties and walked towards them.

The half-smile expression on Shen Lang's face made them feel their scalps go numb.

"I fought with you."

Xiaoqing watched Shen Lang getting closer and closer, finally couldn't bear it anymore, roared and rushed towards Shen Lang.

The corner of Shen Lang's mouth curled up, and the whip in his hand flickered.

with a snap.

Xiaoqing stopped in place.

It's just that she clearly felt that she was being hit, why didn't she feel any pain at all?
Xiaoqing didn't realize what had happened until her vision was covered by individual hairs.

It turned out that it wasn't her person that Shen Lang whipped, but her ponytail.

The ponytail was messed up, and Xiaoqing seemed to lose her vitality all of a sudden, and stood there blankly. After a second, she fell to the ground with disheveled hair, and never got up again.

"Nigger, are you still not coming out? Wu Ling asked you to help me like this?"

Zong Li watched everything happen in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, sighed, as if he finally admitted his failure, and shouted.

"Li Wang, this person speaks far more than you. I'm afraid I can't help you."

With a wry smile, a dark-skinned young man with a short cut came out.

"I don't care. If you can't do it, just call Wu Ling. Since he has promised to help me, he will settle the matter satisfactorily."

Zong Li snorted coldly, looked at Shen Lang, and quietly backed away.

Even a carefree person like Zong Li couldn't help feeling a little afraid of Shen Lang after seeing Shen Lang's outburst.

"Wu Ling? The 'Wu Ling' of the 'Three Young Masters'?" Shen Lang said, looking at Ye Song beside him.

Ye Song seemed to feel that his face was dull, so he looked away, not daring to look at Shen Lang.

Although Ye Song is still the "Three Young Masters", he has already distanced himself from the other two.

Every time this is mentioned, it is a stimulus to him.

He had a dark and cropped head, but he didn't mean to save Ye Song's face. He said with a smile: "Our boss is not comparable to this kind of second-generation ancestor. Without the Ye family, Mr. Ye Song is nothing. Boss Wu doesn't need anything. No matter where he is, The word Wuling is a well-known name."

"Nigger. Your attitude is too arrogant. I don't like it. Give me a little humility." Shen Lang waved his hand and said casually.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a nigger. I'm an out-and-out Chinese." The black-and-inch head said angrily, "Don't think that you can ignore others if you have some strength. I may not be your opponent, but You will definitely not be able to beat our boss. If you have the guts, please draw a line and make an appointment to have a showdown with my boss."

"Humility, humility, humility, do you understand? This is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. You are still not a Chinese. Can't you be more humble?"

Shen Lang frowned, and stepped forward, as if teleporting, appeared in front of the dark-faced Cun Tou, and slammed his head into his forehead.

The black inch head let out a scream, crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, and shouted, "Where am I not humble? I am very humble, okay?"

"Where are you humble? How can you say that your boss will definitely win? You should say that our boss may not win." Shen Lang shook his finger.

"No. Our boss will definitely win." The dark-skinned man gritted his teeth.

"Too arrogant."

Shen Lang shook his head, and bumped his head again between the dark-skinned eyebrows.

"You are the one who is arrogant. Why should you tell me what to do?"

The black cropped head finally broke out, bumping towards Shen Lang's head.

At the same time, streaks of black air gushed out from between his brows, enveloping his head.

In the blink of an eye, the dark, short-cut head had turned into a hideous ghost head with three sharp horns on top.

The three pointed horns pointed straight to the sky, flashing a cold light, following the movement of the black inch head, they stabbed at Shen Lang's head.

Seeing such an accident, the surrounding audience exclaimed.

Whether it's the weird change of the dark haircut, or what's next, it may be unacceptable to them.

How can a living person suddenly become a ghost?
If Shen Lang was stabbed by those three sharp horns, wouldn't he die on the spot with his head broken, his brain burst, and he couldn't die anymore?
Who can be calm when an ordinary dispute turns into a terrifying murder by evil spirits?

(End of this chapter)