Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

At this time, the thing that was sealed in the room seemed to sense that these people were about to escape.

A large pile of flying black hair suddenly burst out of the passage.

These strands of hair are completely different from the flexible hair of the forbidden woman just now.

The hair was like steel bar, with distinct roots and an extremely hard look.

The black blind man reached out and pushed the sunglasses on his face, and looked through the strands of hair into the passage in front of him.

However, as soon as he looked into the passage, he frowned as if he had seen something disgusting, and snorted in disgust.

He raised the gun in his hand and fired a few quick "bang" shots at the bricks below, shattering the bricks and leaving a gap large enough for a grown man to get into.

The black blind man stopped his hand and shouted quickly

, "Come up, there's a big guy inside."

Zhang Qiling frowned, not caring about the thoughts in his heart Stretched out his hand and patted Wu Xian, and his tone was concise:

"Go."

"Whoosh!"

said too late, and after Zhang Qiling's words fell, a tuft of hair as thick as a wrist came straight to several people, and the speed was amazing.

However, I don't know if it's because the forbidden woman inside has bad eyes, or if she simply looks at Wu Ling as a bully.

The strand of hair that was originally headed for Zhang Qiling turned around in the air, and then ran straight towards Wu Ling.

"Damn!" Wu Ling saw this scene, his stupid eyes changed, and he reacted extremely quickly and directly lowered his waist and rolled over to withdraw more than a meter away.

The strands of hair rubbed against his waist and hit the brick floor directly, making a soft "bell" sound.

But if Wu Ling just hid slowly, this steel bar would be able to skewer him into a mutton skewer.

Wu Ling half-lay on the ground, looked at the tuft of hair like steel behind his buttocks, swallowed his saliva, and said with palpitations:

"I'll go, thanks to the master, I can hide quickly, otherwise I can directly sprinkle some cumin on the grill in a while."

However, I don't know which of Wu Ling's words angered the forbidden woman in the passage.

Another tuft of steel-like hair swept towards him once more.

"I'm going, I'm still coming?" Wu Ling saw that the target of this thing was coming to him again, and he felt a little bitter aggrieved in his heart:

"No, eldest sister, what kind of grudge do we have? Aren't I just taking something? Why are you so stingy? And this is not your thing!"

With Wu Ling's somewhat aggrieved puppy barking, he quickly got up with his hands on the ground, and was about to roll to the side.

However, this time, as if she had been prepared, after the second hair shot out, the third hair also followed.

Wu Ling turned around and dodged the second hair, but he didn't dodge the third hair.

Just when Wu Ling was lying on the ground, about to grunt, there was a sudden heavy blow on his back,

and his heart immediately sank, and almost subconsciously threw the purple box in his hand towards the hole above his head.

At this time, Wu Ling didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

He only knew that he couldn't hold back, the contents of this box were crucial, and the contents could not be damaged.

When watching the box in his hand being thrown to the hole above his head, and then caught by a big hand.

Wu Ling was relieved at this time.

However, the next second.

There was a sudden pain in his back, and then his neck was strangled by hair, and his body gradually took off.

"!"

Wu Ling's strangled blood vessels burst out, and his hands were vigorously picking at the strands of hair strangled on his neck, and his face quickly turned red due to his poor breathing.

The hair that strangled him was extremely hard, and the slender neck was instantly strangled with blood, and the skin of his fingers was also cracked.

Blood poured from the wounds on his fingertips and neck, and the sticky touch flowed down his elbows and arms.

The sticky slippery fingertips made Wu Ling not stretch the hair that strangled his neck as he wished.

I instinctively buckled my neck, trying to see if my fingers could find any gaps.

Seeing that Wu Ling was about to be dragged into the air by his hair, at this moment.

A large hand grabbed him quickly, and then only heard the crisp sound of the "bell".

The strands of hair wrapped around his body were cut off by a long knife.

The support point disappeared, Wu Ling's body fell suddenly, and then he was tightly hugged in his arms.

"Ahem, ahem!".