Evil Spiritist

The volume is turned into fists, and a wolf is blown away in one blow. It is rare that the head is broken and blood is bleeding from the nose and mouth, and there are many who fall to the ground and cannot breathe.

They could tolerate being hurt, but they absolutely couldn't tolerate the slightest danger to that man.

"Flame, burn!"

The battlefield finally turned into flames, and a bloody battle ended silently in the dark night.

The three of them didn't care about panting, and ran towards that place without stopping, following the breath, until they saw the end of the road, under the dim streetlight, the man was holding the hands of the two buns, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Dad, Dad?" Is he okay?

"Long Chensi, what are you screaming about?" Si Lang covered in blood couldn't laugh or cry, killing so quickly for nothing was a waste of my feelings. (actually said with a sigh of relief)

Long Chensi was depressed, "It's not because Slater suddenly pinched my ass."

Unprepared, how could he not call out?

"Besides, don't I always call it that?" You didn't play my PP less.

Si Lang shook his head helplessly, and then he was pulled over by his father to check up and down, and he was relieved to confirm that he was fine.

This is definitely not the end, maybe just the beginning.