Super Space Trading Group

"Oh... are you still going to lie to me here?"

Bai Cheng casually played with the black button in his hand, staring at the dead-handled wooden hanger with a half-smile.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, I don't care anyway!"

The dead-handled wooden dangling spread out his hands and turned his head to one side. Pretending to be doing nothing, he winked at Bai Cheng, indicating that the other party can start.

This made Bai Cheng's heart a little incomprehensible. He took a deep breath and slowly put down the black button in his hand.

"That's right!"

After the dead handle wooden hanging found that his plan was successful, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, a Shunpo, took a few steps back, and opened a safe distance from Bai Cheng.

"A"20

Bai Cheng also rushed over and punched the dead wooden hanger with a fist. The latter didn't have time to react at all, and fell to the ground in a daze, and didn't stand up for a long time.

"Hahaha... Come out, don't hide it!"

The dead handle wooden hanger took a deep breath and squeezed his fists to death. He twisted his body, and then a black gas appeared on his body, which wrapped him in the middle a few seconds later.

"6"

Bai Cheng's face became particularly ugly, he quickly opened his arms and rushed towards him fiercely, trying to catch the other party out.

However, that black substance seemed to have the effect of swallowing everything. The moment Bai Cheng touched each other, he felt that his arm had disappeared.

"A"

The frightened Bai Cheng quickly pulled out his arm and found that it was full of white holes, as if he had been bitten by something.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

At this moment, the dead-handed wooden hanger smiled sinisterly, and he slowly stood up from the ground.

"What happened just now?"

Bai Cheng looked at each other carefully and said with difficulty.

Moreover, he felt that the power in his body seemed to have been stripped away, a little bit drained from those white openings.

"..."

After a few seconds, Bai Cheng's face became extremely pale, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He was gasping for breath, while the dead-handled wooden hanger didn't do anything!

"Jingle Bell……"

At this moment, the bell sound that Bai Cheng felt so familiar rang again, and he kept ringing in Bai Cheng's ears.

"Go to sleep, my child!

I don't know when, the dead wooden hanger came behind Bai Cheng like a ghost. He grabbed the opponent's head and said in a particularly warm voice.

"Why do you do this trick?"

Bai Cheng was startled, he felt that he underestimated the enemy, and was about to break free from the shackles of the dead wooden hanger, but found that his body was out of control.

"There are more than 543 things you don't know, who won't make progress? Die in peace!

The dead-handled wooden hanging continued to whisper in Bai Cheng's ear, making the other party completely lose the ability to resist.

"#"

With the sound of the dead-handled wooden hanging, Bai Cheng felt that his consciousness became more and more slack. He fell gently on the dead wooden hanger, and gradually passed out.

"Let's see what you do now!"

The dead handle looked at Bai Cheng as if nothing had happened, stroked his cheek, and said meaningfully.

Then, he got the black button from Bai Cheng. Throwing it in the air to play with it for a while, the smile on his face became more sinister.