Ren Yi felt that it was very difficult for him to walk properly, but there was always a hand pinching the tender flesh of his waist. Whenever he turned his head, what he saw was Lan Ling's look like it didn't matter.

It hurt so much that he couldn't hum, otherwise Mao Zhan would have to suspect that he was sick. Ren Yi gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time. Finally, when he walked to a post, Mao Zhi asked him to rest while he ran to the hill to check the terrain. , he had the opportunity to question it.

"Lingling, what do you mean? Do you want to strangle me to death?"

He lifted up his clothes carelessly, revealing his slightly blue waist, "Take a good look, this is a good thing you did!"

Monk Lan Lingzhang was confused and turned his head away from looking at him with some displeasure, "Why should I pinch you when you're so good? What's wrong!"

"Also, you are not allowed to be naked in front of me, otherwise, I will strangle you to death!"

A smelly man's body is an eyesore, so she doesn't care to look at it. Especially such a smelly beggar is so dirty, and pinching him will make her hands dirty.

"Don't make excuses. It's not you. Is it because I am so idle that I pinch myself for fun?" Ren Yi spat angrily.

Lan Lingyun said calmly: "Ha! If we can't guarantee everything, you are just too busy to pinch yourself."

"Pfft~~~" Ren Yi almost got angry to death, "When you walked next to me, which of your eyes saw me pinching myself?"

"Uh~~No." Lan Ling said with some confusion: "It's not you, it's not me. Could it be the old man just now?"

Ren Yi twitched his face, with a look of despair on his face, "He is on my left side, and he can still pinch me on my right side. How long does his hand have to be?"

“Ouch~~~hiss~~~”

As he was talking, Ren Zhi felt like someone had pinched the tender flesh around his waist.

The strange thing is that Lan Ling is in front of his eyes, with no possibility of taking action, and the old man is not around, so the question is, who is pinching him?

"Who? Stand up for me!"

Ren Yi shouted loudly and looked around uneasily. We had reached the end of the wasteland, and there was nothing but a small hill blocking the way.

Lan Ling was infected and realized something was wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Is someone really pinching you? Are you hallucinating?"

"The flesh is pinched green, can it be an illusion?"

"Uh~~~ It seems to be green!"

"What does it look like? It's green. Do you need me to lift it up and give you another look?"

"Ah! No, no, no, it is indeed, it must be green."

"Hmph! It's so abominable. I don't know who did it. You can only pick on the weaklings. If you have the ability, go and pinch my uncle!"

"You're going to pinch the same piece of flesh. I provoked you, and you did this to me? If you have the ability, pinch me again. If you can't pinch me to death, you are considered incompetent!"

Anyone grinning and complaining wildly, obviously his anger has reached the critical point.

As he finished speaking, what awaited him was a crushing and violent pinch. There was no place on his face, hands, chest, back, or even buttocks that was safe from the opponent's hands.

"Ouch~~Ouch~~~Fuck you, uncle, you are really doing this!"

While rubbing the pinched area, Ren Yi jumped up and down like a clown, looking indescribably funny.

Lan Ling didn't think he was cheating. The problem was that with her ability, she didn't see anything around her that was detrimental to Ren Yi.

This is really weird.

She rushed behind Ren Yi, condensed her whole body, and formed a barrier, shrouding Ren Yi inside to protect him.

However, it was useless, the magic hand still pinched anyone and made them scream "ouch".

When the old man Mao Xianxian came back, he saw Ren Yiyi jumping around like crazy and uttering wild words from time to time, "Fuck you, uncle, come on, keep going! It's so pretentious!"

"You brat, did you take the wrong medicine? Who are you scolding? Stop it now!"

Mao's nose seemed to be almost crooked with anger. At this moment, he realized belatedly that the title uncle was a bit deceiving. Is it too late to change his words?

"Uncle... help me quickly. I encountered an evil spirit. I don't know what it is. It keeps strangling me. If this continues, I will be strangled to death."

"Ouch... Ouchyo..."

The old man looked around cautiously, but could see nothing except the two of them and a rabbit. He asked doubtfully: "What evil spirit? Old man, I have been here for a hundred years and have never seen it before. I don't know about you."

What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what it is. Just now, half an hour ago, this thing kept pinching my waist. Now it's getting worse, pinching all over my body. Uncle, you have to help me!"

Ren Yi was about to cry, he had offended someone, he was just walking around, and he unexpectedly ran into such a weird thing.

"Is there such a thing? Don't panic, let me try it."

Ren Yi touched there, which proved where this mysterious guy was. After observing for a while to figure out this pattern, Mao seemed to decisively take action in front of Ren Yi.

He struck with his palm, but it hit the air, and there was no reaction at all. Ren Yi still looked like he was suffering.

"Alas?"

Mao seemed to have lived for nine hundred years, and he was definitely a well-informed veteran. How had he ever seen such a strange thing?

He couldn't help but get excited, and used various special skills from Class 18, such as burning, stabbing with ice, slashing with a knife, slashing with a sword...

It was as if he had staged a full martial arts show, covering Ren Yi's figure so that there was no gap. When Ren Yi stopped jumping around, he stopped attacking and said happily: "You brat, it's okay!"

At this time, Ren Yi was looking ahead with blank eyes. His clothes were burnt and dripping with water, and there was an ice arrow stuck in his hair. He looked indescribably miserable.

Lan Ling covered her mouth and laughed out loud at Ren Yi's miserable look. Ren Yi rolled his eyes at her numbly, no words could express his helplessness.

"Ahem..." Seeing his masterpiece, Mao spread his hands and said apologetically: "I tried my best, are you okay?"

"Haha... I'm fine. How could something happen to me? I'm very fine now! It couldn't be better, better than ever, hahaha..." Ren Yi cried with a sad face and laughed dryly.

He could say that the thing that pinched him never stopped, and was still pinching him at this time. He could also say that Mao's method of helping seemed more cruel and painful than being pinched!

He felt so tired, but he didn't dare to cry anymore. If Mao continued to play like this, he would really die.

His whole body was now numb and painful, and he could only choose to ignore the evil hand.

"Hahaha... As long as everything is alright, let me show you something good." Mao Xianxian took out a red fruit and said, "This is a good treasure I found on the hill. It's an advantage for you. Take it and eat it."
Chapter completed!