Chapter 220

farmer? This man really dares to say that with such a fierce appearance, who would believe that he is a farmer? Anyway, Xiao Ba doesn't believe it.

"I don't believe what you look like, but it doesn't matter. I don't have to explain to you."

The farmer sat down on a stone, took out a cigarette gun, poured some tobacco, lit it and took a few puffs.

"After all, you will die soon. After this task is completed, I will still be the honest farmer. No one will know what happened."

With that, the farmer took a puff and spit out a perfect smoke ring.

Xiao Ba doesn't understand what's going on now. Isn't he going to do it? Why is he sitting there smoking now?

"Honest? Who would say this to a really honest person? "

Xiao Ba snorted coldly, looked at the farmer and said warily.

"Who can't have a little favorite sideline?"

The farmer sighed, looked at Xiao Ba and said in a serious voice.

"It's just that I like killing people. It's just a coincidence."

His words stunned all the people present. It happened that... He likes to kill people. Is that all? How abnormal it is to say such words.

"Hum, I don't care what you say. Now I hope you hurry to leave, or I won't agree with the weapon in my hand!"

Xiao Ba looked at the farmer and said coldly that this person had brought him a stronger sense of oppression than the lame man just now, so he knew that they could not be his opponent.

"I've come, you let me leave? Isn't it a little inappropriate? "

As the farmer spoke, he slowly spit out a mouthful of smoke. The fierce light in his eyes became more and more prosperous, and he was about to devour them.

"Inappropriate? I'm saving your life! "

Little eight said in a deep voice.

"Although we can't beat you, as long as adults wake up, you will die."

"You have a clear understanding of your strength."

The farmer sneered, looked at Xiao Ba and said slowly.

"But ah, I killed you just for a moment. I won't wait until he wakes up."

"Die!"

Xiao Ba Leng drank and decided to take the lead, otherwise nothing will happen when the farmer gets close to Luochen. Now they need to ensure that Luochen won't be hurt at all.

Seeing Xiao Ba coming straight to him, the farmer didn't have any expression or speak. He was still smoking his cigarette.

"Die!"

In a twinkling of an eye, Xiao Ba came to the farmer, waved a three edged thorn and stabbed it hard at the farmer's neck.

Pop! Zila

The farmer dodged, and the cigarette gun in his hand directly knocked on Xiao BA's arm. Unexpectedly, he burned a hole in Xiao BA's sleeve, and even burned a large piece of skin and meat.

"Ah!"

Xiao Ba wailed. He didn't understand why the farmer's cigarette gun was so hot.

"Why... Why is your cigarette so hot?"

After retreating two steps, Xiao Ba asked in a surprised voice. Bursts of pain came from his arm, stimulating his nerves.

"Hehe, there is no reason."

The farmer gave a sneer, then took a fierce blow and spit out at Xiao ba.

In an instant, Xiao BA was shrouded in the smoke. He only felt a stabbing pain in his eyes and kept crying. He didn't dare to open his eyes at all.

"Ah ah!"

He screamed twice, and Xiao Ba took a few steps back.

Dangdang

The farmer knocked on the stone several times, knocked out the ash in the cigarette bag pot, then added some cut tobacco and lit it again.

"You are very lucky. I like to smoke two pots of cigarettes before killing, so you can live a pot of cigarettes."

The farmer took a puff of smoke and said to Xiao Ba slowly.

Little eight rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, but there was no improvement. His tears were still flowing uncontrollably.

"How to deal with it?"

Lin Wanqing and the son of a bitch looked at each other. Their eyes were full of a trace of confusion. They had too little combat experience. They were at a loss when they met this slightly strange attack.

"I... I don't know."

Lin Wanqing shook her head and said aloud.

"Let me try!"

The son of a bitch said in a deep voice, then waved the Xuanwu sword in his hand and whispered.

"Dugu Jiujian, the first sword!"

When the voice fell, he stirred up his aura and rushed towards the Xuanwu sword, and then a stream of sword Qi galloped towards the farmer.

Shua, Shua

The farmer turned his head and avoided two swords. The son of a bitch didn't have the means to control the swords. He couldn't fly back if he flew past.

"Besides, I hate people disturbing me when I smoke, and you just did it."

The farmer spoke slowly, avoiding the sword Qi. So much sword Qi didn't cause him any harm, but cut the smoke around him.

"So you're the second to die, okay?"

Pointing to the king dog's egg, the farmer said slowly, as if it was natural.

The son of a bitch sneered and didn't take this matter to heart. After all, the winner is still unknown.

"Don't say it too early, or it's easy for you to hit your face."

Learning from Luo Chen, the son of a bitch slowly added.

"You, the third dead."

The farmer smiled and pointed to Lin Wanqing.

"Arrange the order for you first, and it will be convenient to kill later."

"Ji Ji!"

Suddenly, a little white voice sounded from the tree over the farmer's head, and then the Dingshan stick hit the farmer's head with a dull thud.

With one successful blow, Xiaobai ran without any stop.

"Ha ha ha!"

The son of a bitch couldn't help laughing.

"Xiaobai, good!"

Lin Wanqing couldn't help boasting.

"Evil animal!"

The farmer couldn't help scolding, and then said in a deep voice.

"I changed my mind. You're the fourth to die!"

When the voice fell, the farmer took a fierce puff and slowly spit it out.

"Now, start, are you ready?"

With that, the cigarette gun in his hand waved fiercely towards Xiao Ba, and the ash in the cigarette bag pot flew to Xiao Ba, which was also mixed with a little Mars, but those Mars burned fiercely in the air, and then turned into small fireballs one by one.

"What?"

Little Bayi was stunned and squinted at the fireball, but his eyes that couldn't stop crying made him unable to see clearly. He could only avoid it by feeling. He was ignited several places and couldn't help falling to the ground and rolling back and forth to extinguish the flame.

Fortunately, no fireball fell on him after he fell to the ground and rolled.

"Dugu Jiujian, the first sword!"