Su Yao wanted to laugh.
I'm afraid the demon catcher is not fake. He can't even judge whether Shen Yanbai has the evil spirit on him. It's really a shame to catch the demon master.
Shen Yanbai was too lazy to talk to the demon hunter again. He took out his sword and stabbed him quickly. The sharp blade cut off a wisp of hair in his ear.
The demon catcher went to the side to hide, and then he could escape. His expression suddenly became dignified.
It is he who belittles the enemy. The man on the opposite side is not a good stubble. He has to take twelve points seriously.
As soon as the demon catcher was about to recite the mantra, he was knocked unconscious by a brick.
As he fell to the ground, Su Yao, who did not know when to wake up and ran behind him, was revealed.
Shen Yanbai looked at the brick in his hand, and suddenly he was silent, then he took up his sword.
Su Yao threw away the bricks in his hand and kicked the demon catcher who was knocked unconscious.
After kicking, he felt that the evil spirit in his heart had not been completely exhausted, so he tied up the demon catcher, and then took out a whip and whipped it on the demon catcher.
The whip was full of barbs. After a while, the demon catcher was beaten to pieces and looked miserable.
"Host, you are too cruel."
"Who let him kick me while I was pretending to be dizzy, this is his fault with me."
Tangyuan What a miserable man.
Shen Yanbai stood on one side and looked at Su Yao with some doting in his eyes.
During this period, he also asked Su Yao, "is your hand sour? Do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?"
"No, it's up to me to avenge myself. Just stand by and watch." Su Yao directly refused.
"Well, if you're tired, just call me."
Tangyuan: I seem to smell the sour smell of love
#Kick over the bowl of Royal imported dog food ﹤ br >
the demon catcher who had fainted awoke from the pain. He looked at Su Yao standing in his eyes, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.
He looked at Su Yao's eyes as if he wanted to eat him alive. "You're a monster, you were pretending before. I would have killed you."
The words of the demon catcher immediately touched Shen Yanbai's scales. He looked at him coldly and said, "Su Yao, let me help you kill him."
"No, killing him will only make him cheap. I will torture him and make him worse than death."
Su Yao said as he took out a bag of salt and a bottle of honey.
Although Shen Yanbai didn't know what it was, he knew that the two would make the demon hunter with mental retardation very painful.
The demon catcher's intuition told him that it was not a good thing, but he could not move at all. He could only watch Su Yao unpack the bag of salt.
"Do you know what salting a wound is?" Su Yao asked with a smile.
The demon hunter shivered. He stared at Su Yao, "what do you want to do?"
"To tell you, of course, what it means to sprinkle salt on a wound."
With that, Su Yao sprinkled salt on his wound.
The demon catcher immediately uttered a scream, "ah!"
Su Yao, who was closest to him, felt that his eardrum was about to be punctured. He frowned, then pulled a handful of grass from the ground at will and used it to block the demon catcher's mouth.
Unable to move or speak, the demon catcher could only look at Su Yao with frightened and angry eyes.