The killer also travels through the series of clouds without trace

Chapter 342 The Deceitful Cloud 20
Yue Qingyun looked down at Lan Lei's fist that was already in front of him, shrunk his mouth slightly, and shook his head regretfully at Lan Lei.

Lan Lei couldn't see the sarcasm in Yue Qingyun's eyes.

He could only see that his fist had almost reached Yue Qingyun's nose, and his mouth was already grinning a little.

However, when his fist really reached the desired place, he suddenly found that Yue Qingyun had disappeared.

When Yue Qingyun's fist touched the skin of her nose, she retreated as fast as she could. The distance she retreated was not that big, just three inches.

Then he turned sideways to the side of Lan Lei, who was a little dazed because he suddenly lost his target, turned his palm into a knife, and slammed at his wrist where the phone was turned off.

It wasn't Lan Lei who was frowning, but Yue Qingyun.

Yue Qingyun felt that the edge of the palm she chopped on Lan Lei's wrist was like hitting an iron plate, and the force of the rebound made her palm numb immediately.

Lan Lei's hard work is really not for bragging.

Yue Qingyun's blow was like scratching an itch to him.

Seeing Yue Qingyun's wrinkled face, Lan Lei had a look of complacency on his face.

The sound of laughter was also like thunder: "Just you, a limp little sample, hitting me is just to scratch my itch. Hahaha."

Once the laughter came out, it couldn't stop.

He couldn't even grasp the wooden stick in his hand and fell to the ground.

To deal with this god-like giant, Yue Qingyun only used two fingers.

With numb fingers from the shock, she gently scratched the armpits that Lan Lei exposed when he punched.

Looking at Lan Lei who was trembling all over, a smile appeared in his eyes.

While nimbly dodging the fist that Lan Lei threw out while laughing wildly, he smiled and said to Lan Lei who was almost dying of laughter: "Do you want me to teach you a way to avoid my hand?"

No matter how Lan Lei attacked, her hand could be retracted for a moment, and then returned to Lan Lei's armpit accurately, continuing to scratch.

"you say."

Lan Lei waved his fist vigorously and indiscriminately, and uttered a sentence intermittently amidst the unstoppable wild laughter, but the mortal look just now was still gone.

(End of this chapter)