Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1130 Yan Nianzhen's Death Point
"In short, that woman, I really can't fight her."

Yan Nianzhen finally discovered her own weakness.

For the first time, he had the urge to run away from the woman who was obsessed with + flirting with him.

Su Xingzhi curled the corner of his mouth, but he didn't intend to take over the errand: "Then let's deal with Roshan and Sheriff Bresta first."

Yan Nianzhen: ...

That is to say, he still has to deal with that terrible unrestrained girl?

Yan Nianzhen caressed her forehead sadly.

"Are you going to fight? Let's start quickly."

Under Su Xingzhi's cute expression of "I don't know anything", Yan Nianzhen sighed helplessly and had no choice but to stand out again.

"I'll come first."

Yokozuna took a step forward.

Sheriff Bresta shrugged indifferently, and grabbed an unlucky guy who stopped to watch on the road and began to eat it as a midnight snack.

The horrific scene of cannibalism immediately made the people on the street shout for their lives again, and the crowd left them dozens of meters away, but human beings are so bad, even though they knew that curiosity killed the cat, they still endured it. I can't help but want to see the excitement here.

The circle formed by these people at a distance resembled a giant dozuru (the circle used in sumo wrestling), and Yokozuna squatted down, touching the ground with his hands.

As soon as Yokozuna's fist touched the ground, his aura spread like a mountain top, as if he would be knocked down even if he just stood in front of him.

At this moment, Gu Meizi jumped onto the street lamp by the side of the road, and then squatted on the high street lamp, her eyes were still staring at Yan Nianzhen without blinking, and her hands were all the way down her body slipped away.

In the next second, Yokozuna rushed towards Yan Nianzhen in a posture that almost "bumped into him head on"!
Yan Nianzhen leaned over under the strong wind pressure, stepped on the wall with one foot, and the other kicked in the air without any strength, the posture seemed to be dancing.

"Collide!"

Yokozuna roared.

But Yan Nianzhen's left hand's slender fingers gently pressed Yokozuna's raised shoulder, and his right hand seemed to stick to Yokozuna's thick, fat back.

Then, with his left and right hands, he sent the viscous internal energy and destructive qi to the thick muscles buried under the yokozuna's skin.

The yokozuna's feet, which were like concrete piers, suddenly seemed to step on the air, and it felt like they were stepping on the clouds.

(End of this chapter)