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Wang Han pointed his finger at Fei Yi's head, and Fei Yi's tail shaking made a cheerful sound, and he wandered along Wang Han's arm into the evil spirit.

Throwing the curly Asan on the ground, Wang Han squatted down to inspect the bearded Asan.

The body is very strong, completely comparable to the physical body in the external Vajra Realm.

Many people think of clean and hygienic when they mention Ah San for the first time.

Either it is the caste system or a lot of things with funny factors.

However, it has to be admitted that this old neighbor is also one of the four ancient civilizations.

Buddhism, one of the three major religions in the world, was born here.

Wang Han lit a cigarette, looked at the curly hairy A San, and repeated the previous question.

"What are you doing here for us?"

Curly Asan stared at Wang Han, and Yu Guang glanced at the bearded corpse on the ground.

The eyes were erratic.

According to Wang Han's long-term dealing with the people in the phone, this person clearly wanted to think about how to escape.

Curly Asan pretended not to understand what Wang Han said.

Wang Han stared at the curly Asan, "I'll ask you for the last time, what are you doing?"

The Tiancan sword in his hand was curly, and the curly hair made an expression that he couldn't understand but was trying hard to listen.

Wang Han had an idea.

The eyes turned into vertical pupils.

A San shook his head hard, trying to avoid Wang Han's eyes, but it was visible to the naked eye that the curly pupils were also changing little by little towards the vertical pupils.

In just a few seconds.

The curly hair was controlled by Wang Han.

Wang Han repeated the question just now.

This time the curly did not pretend to be deaf and dumb again.

Instead, he looked ahead with a dull look.

"Come and guide the Sixth Heavenly Demon King!"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, "Ba Xun?"

Curly nodded.

"You are nonsense? Are you looking for someone to come to us?"

Curly hair said in a daze, "The awakened one predicts that the Dharma-Ending Age will come to the world again. At that time, the sixth day of the Demon King will reappear in the earth, and the Demon King will awaken in the mysterious ancient country in the north."

Wang Han shook his curly head with his head shaking.

His ears were pressed against his curly head, "There is no sound of water? Why do you say such words that are full of muddy mind?"

Shen Lingman, who was sitting aside, smirked with his lips.

Curly hair stared at the front with a dull look.

After Wang Han thought for a while, "Then have you found someone?"

Curly shook her head, "Not yet."

"What does it mean not yet?"

"The Awakened descends the oracle and lets us lurk here, and if the Demon King wakes up, we will be guided."

Wang Han looked at Curly Hair. Judging from the curly Hair's expression, what he said was indeed the truth.

It seems that the other party really has some oracles or something.

I don't understand the brain circuits of these people at all.

Wang Han knocked on his temple, "What else do you know? For example, what kind of demon king you are looking for looks like?"

Curly shook his head.

Wang Han had to associate it with the prophecies he heard in Tibet before.

But the prophecy says that Asura, the Demon King and Asura are not the same person.

They don't live together.

Asura loves to fight.

Maru Ai disturbed the practice of all Buddhas through desire factors such as yellow. His three daughters all looked so beautiful and erratic. Maru once sent his daughter to ruin the practice of Buddhas, but was driven away by a powerful dragon.

To some extent, these two have some similarities.

But after all, it's not alone.

Wang Han looked at the curly hair with a cigarette in his mouth. The curly hair lowered his head, and his pupils began to recover bit by bit.

He put his hands behind his back, pulled down the buttons on his cuffs and crushed them, and rubbed a thin line out of them with his fingers.

It's a heart-wrenching dragon.

Suddenly he slapped Wang Han.

Wang Han seemed to have expected it.

With a snap.

The two of them are linked together.

Curly hair took out a knife from somewhere and stabbed Wang Han’s carotid artery.

Wang Han raised his hand casually and grabbed the curly wrist.

Curly hair's expression changed drastically, and one foot kicked Wang Han's chin at a strange angle.

unexpectedly.

Wang Han's face changed now.

The hand held by the broken hand was uncontrolled again.

He pressed the curls to the ground in one hand.

Five fingers are pinched.

The curly eyes burst, and a wailing sound came from his throat.

Wang Han clearly felt that something similar to Qi in the curly hair was deprived of it and absorbed by the broken hand.

That itchy feeling came again.

The curly hair was no longer moving, and she lay softly on the ground, her face flushed, and a layer of oil oozed out of her face, and she looked like she was rubbing too much.

His eyes burst and his whole body stared at Wang Han in horror.

Before dying, I didn't know what to say, but there was no movement.

Wang Han's wrists were even more itchy.

He wanted to scratch hard, turned his head and looked at Shen Lingman, who looked a little scared with his big eyes.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Wang Han walked quickly towards the bathroom.

With his backhand closed the door, Wang Han hurriedly pulled it open in order not to attract attention.
Chapter completed!