Super Space Trading Group

"Let me disperse! 9

Bai Cheng waved his hand, and a horrible breath burst out from his body, pushing the gas away.

"Jie Jie Jie...they are immortal, the bigger they are, the more they grow!""

The dead-handled wooden hanger jumped several steps towards the top like no one else, and came to an excellent viewing spot with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Jingle Bell……"

I don't know when, those trees were covered with white bells. Under the action of the wind, all the bells rang, making people sound a little nervous.

"The show has begun! 35

The dead-handled wooden hanger rubbed his hands excitedly, took out some melon seeds that were already prepared, and slapped it leisurely.

"Come down for me!"

Bai Cheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the other party, then kicked on the ground with his heels, and came to the dead-handed wooden hanger.

"..."

After a hundred secrets, there were countless gas soldiers hidden behind the dead wooden hanger. When Bai Cheng was just approaching, he swarmed up and knocked Bai Cheng down.

When in the air, those gas soldiers relied on the crowd. Some guys controlled Bai Cheng's body tightly, while others picked up their fists and greeted Bai Cheng frantically.

"Cough cough cough..."

For a while, Bai Cheng was caught by surprise, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. There was blood all over his mouth, and his consciousness was a little sluggish.

"Looks like it's a winner, no one can beat my gas soldiers in this place, and no one can beat my dead end!"

Immediately afterwards, the dead handle wooden hanging clapped his hands. Leaping down from the tree, he came to Bai Cheng's side, grabbed the other's hair, and slammed his head against the ground viciously.

"It's really heartwarming!

After the dead-handed wooden hanging was tired, he let out a sigh of relief and laughed meaningfully.

"Yeah, I've had enough anger. Wouldn't it feel better?"

The thing that made the head of the dead handle wood hanging numb happened, and Bai Cheng's voice appeared above everyone's head.

Moreover, there are several more powerful breaths around. He looked up subconsciously, and found that Nangong Nayue, Whitebeard, and Iron Man had all rushed over.

On top of that, in the middle of the group stood a Bai Cheng. The dead handle wooden hanging shivered uncontrollably, and he carefully lowered his head to look at the corpse on the ground.

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However, he found that the other party was just the corpse of an ordinary person, and it had been decomposed for a long time. Nothing was exposed on Bai Cheng's side, and the lore of the dead-handled wooden hanger was gone.

"After receiving your news, we rushed over without stopping, and finally we were not late!

Nangong looked at Bai Cheng next to him that month and looked at him up and down. After finding that there was no problem with the other party, he breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Looks like you arranged everything!

It was only at this moment that the dead wooden hanger realized that the reason why Bai Cheng had been entangled with himself for so long was to delay time.

"Yes, no surprise, no surprise, no stimulation!"

Bai Cheng showed a treacherous smile, stretched his body casually, and said thoughtfully.

"These gas soldiers of his, given to me!

Whitebeard applied for the fight, moved his fists, and walked up to Bai Cheng with a smile.

"Damn..."

After the dead-handed wooden hanger heard Whitebeard's words, his brows slightly wrinkled. His gas soldiers can only work when the number of soldiers is superior, and it will not produce any positive effects now.