"What the hell do you want to do?"

The werewolf riding under Mo Wen roared wildly.

"I just came here and I still lacked some transportation tools."

"How about you just be my mount?"

In the past, in the fairy world, those powerful immortals had mounts. Although they could clearly soar up to 90,000 miles, they just liked to sit on the mounts and show their dignity.

Mo Wen's evil taste has also risen now.

"impossible."

"Don't think about it."

The werewolf has a lot of animal nature, so how could he surrender easily?

"good."

It just so happened that Mo Wen only needed one mount and two werewolfs, and he couldn't afford it.

"good."

The one under the crotch is stronger and stronger, so the remaining one is useless.

Seeing that Mo Wen's gaze was aimed at him, the other werewolf actually retreated instinctively.

"well."

Sighing, Mo Wen felt that other people's territory was good, and they could do whatever they wanted.

It's so cool.

Mo Wen glared at the tiger's eyes, which scared the werewolf so much that he almost crawled and conquered.

"break."

Ling Xu kept his expression like this, and he broke into pieces little by little.

"how."

"Are you going to be my mount?"

The purpose of killing the chicken to scare the monkey should be achieved, Mo Wen rode back on this guy and asked.

"impossible."

Still have some backbone.

"Bang."

With a slap, he fanned his next words and Mo Wen asked again.

"Can't you?"

"roll."

"Bang."

Anyway, it was like this again and again. Mo Wen didn't know how long he had slapped him. His hands were a little numb, and the werewolf's teeth were completely slapped by Mo Wen.

"Forget it, I don't care whether you agree."

"Just like you are now, what will I do with you?"

Even if Mo Wen doesn't expect this mount to help him do, he can't stand firmly now, so what should he do?

When he recovers, the flowers are probably gone.

The helicopter is here again, I don’t know what it is this time.

"But you must not be a one-sword guy."

Mo Wen muttered, that would be really no challenge.

"stop."

There is only one person coming, and he is even bigger.

It seems like he is a werewolf again.

These beasts are both good and bad, but they are still not as good as the blood clan in terms of dignity and like to defect to their masters.

"Tsk tsk."

"You ask me to stop, I'll stop?"

Mo Wen grinned and slapped the brain under him, exploding the slap under him.

"furious."

The man roared angrily.

Mo Wen actually killed his tribe members in front of him.

“Average.”

Mo Wen looked at him, maybe this mount was pretty good.

To deal with werewolf, you must completely smash them in the place they are proud of.

Mo Wen's small fist and his big fist were thrust together.

It is obvious that this werewolf is much stronger than the two just now, but it is the same for Mo Wen.

They are all slap people.

In this country, things created by genetic modification are still inferior to those of China.

"Is there really no strong one?"

When Mo Wen said this, the werewolf's face changed.

His fist hurt a little, and he saw himself leaving the ground and flew up like a blood clan.

"Boom."

The next moment, his huge body smashed the shop opposite.

"Oops."

Don’t ask if you’re secretly calling.

He was obviously preparing to be arrested, but why did he accidentally defeat him again?

"Ao."

Accompanied by smoke and dust, a larger wolf slowly walked out.

Transformed.

They are better at speed and strength in this state, Mo Wen laughed.

Next, Mo Wen showed off his epic acting skills.

Who hasn't eaten a defeat?

When fighting with Morin, that was despair, and no matter how you asked, you couldn't help it.

It's a show.

It's really difficult.

For example, before the wolf's claws touched Mo Wen, Mo Wen had already fallen out.

"Oops."

Not only did Mo Wen feel that he was a little fake, the wolf was also stunned, stunned.

When did he become so strong?

"Come again."

He quickly got up and did not ask the kindness, interrupting his thoughts.

"Come on."

What is this situation? However, the enemy has to continue fighting without lying down.

"puff."

The moment it hit, Mo Wen squirted a mouthful of blood from his mouth and flew backwards.

“Huhu.”

The werewolf's breath was gasping.

Why is the guy who knocked him out just now so weak now?

"I'm not your opponent."

"I surrender."

Mo Wen thought that his acting skills were extremely perfect and raised the white flag.
To be continued...