The back of her hand was smooth and intact, even the pores were so small that they were invisible, and there were no wounds or scars.
If it weren't for the blood stains remaining, Logan couldn't believe that there were wounds there before.
Then, Tang Wan felt the magic stone and jade jade in her hand tremble, as if to show her strength.
In a daze, she seemed to see the golden retriever holding the slippers in his mouth, extending his tongue to touch his head.
That's the feeling.
"never mind."
Chen Yang casually took the jade, held it in his hand with a casual gesture, and then looked at Hu Tu opposite.
"Wh~ when..."
Hu Tu was still struggling hard, but at most he could only say this sentence.
He didn't care about failure, or even about not taking Tang Wan with him to death. Hu Tu's only obsession at the moment was:
When did you become passive?
If it hadn't been for the passive movement of his hands and feet on the back of his head at the critical moment, he might not have been able to take Logan with him.
The answer was not Chen Yang, but Zhu Wuneng.
He walked up to Hu Tu, reached out and slapped Hu Tu on the back of the head.
“It still feels so good.”
Zhu Wuneng grinned: "Boy, do you really think that my uncle likes to hit you when nothing is wrong, and he hits you specifically on the back of the head. Is your hairy head so nice to the touch?"
Hu Tu's face twisted, but he was speechless.
But he understood in his heart.
When he was pretending to be crazy and pretending to be crazy, Zhu Wuneng actually gave him a hidden trick.
How can it be?
How did Zhu Wuneng discover that he had a problem?
Hu Tu tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, but unfortunately he was speechless.
His whole body was melting from the inside out, like a candle being held close to a bonfire.
Zhu Wuneng knew exactly what he wanted to ask and said with emotion:
"Do you think I've seen through it a long time ago?"
"No, there isn't."
"If I really saw through it, the thing that was put on the back of your head wouldn't be that little thing."
"Get a plastic chewing gum bomb and blow it to your head. Isn't it delicious?"
"Just in case, I'll quietly remove it for you if it's no longer necessary."
"Who knew that you, boy, might actually be a ghost, or an outdated and old-fashioned ghost?"
Zhu Wuneng patted Hu Tu on the shoulder and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Boy, I will teach you to be a good boy and keep pace with the times. Why do you want to learn so many old-fashioned things? Hey, what you put on the back of your head is a miniature vellus bomb.
The hair of Sun Wukong is the same.
It’s not very powerful, but it’s still useful for Vertex at critical moments, right?”
"People, you still have to look forward."
Zhu Wuneng rambled on and refuted the Tao that Hu Tu had sought all his life as worthless.
He had learned so much Kung Fu and committed so many evil deeds, only to be infected by a few vellus hair micro-bombs.
Zhu Wuneng patted Hu Tu's shoulder again and wanted to say a few more words, but unfortunately he couldn't.
Just when he slapped it down for the last time and raised his hand again, this little movement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Hu Tu's whole body was limp, and he collapsed into a ball as if he had no bones.
It's hard to tell where the head is and where the butt is. It's terrible.
Immediately, a big wave hit, and Hu Tu's remaining flesh and blood collapsed and turned into a ball of blood, which fainted and spread without a trace.
"Prince Chen, let's go!"
Zhu Wuneng swallowed his saliva and clearly felt that the water level was rising faster, reaching up to his waist.
"Walk!"
Chen Yang put the magic stone and jade into his arms, hugged Tang Wan, and kicked the ground with his feet, like a carp leaping over a dragon's gate...