But at the moment when Qian Jun shot, the sky fire and moon wheels in both hands suddenly disappeared completely.

What is this for?

"Hey, little sample!"

Han Sanqian grinned ferociously, and with a movement of his hand, the Pangu ax suddenly appeared in his hand.

Ax up!

Ax down!

pong! ! !

Following another crisp sound, the little black stick who was charging vigorously staggered and froze in place for a moment.

Like a person who was suddenly beaten stupidly, stagnant in the air...

If this guy could talk at this time, he would definitely look at Han Sanqian with a universal look, and then say, are you fucking playing this trick again?

Besides, is he still a fucking idiot?

He obviously pretended to be going shopping with him, but at the most critical moment, he directly slashed down with the big axe.

This is not as simple as humiliation, it also has the heart of killing people.

Shamelessly squandering to such an extent, it is not clear whether the little black stick is a human being, but Han Sanqian is definitely not a human being.

Han Sanqian was not ashamed, moved his hand lightly, held the little black stick again, and then shook his hand slightly, as expected just now, the green juice began to overflow from the end of the stick.

"Interesting." Han Sanqian murmured with a smile. The current situation not only proved the previous guess before the magic dragon said, this green juice can really help the little black stick to recover. At the same time, it basically coincides with the last sentence of the magic dragon, own guesses about it.

"If there wasn't that last paragraph, now that I look at the situation of this little black stick, I would definitely believe that this green juice can promote its recovery, but..." Han Sanqian said silently in his heart: "However, it is also Because of those words, I should have a new understanding of you."

"Even those green juices."

Grab the little black stick casually, and shake it vigorously, shaking off all the green juice seeping out of its surface. And almost after Han Sanqian finished operating all these, the little black stick turned into an extremely ordinary stick again just like before, without moving.

Han Sanqian did not panic at all as before, but instead had a very confident smile on his face.

"Now, it should be the most important step." Han Sanqian picked up the little black stick in his hand, glanced at it, and then moved slightly, took out a small dagger from the storage ring and held it in his hand .

"Although my method is a bit despicable, despicable is despicable." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he gently raised the dagger in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger slashed lightly on his arm. Suddenly, a cut was made, and Han Sanqian's blood slowly flowed out from the cut.

"Either my guess is right, or you may be harmed by me, give it a try." After saying that, Han Sanqian directly pointed the blood from the wound at the little black stick, letting the blood drip gently on the little black stick. On the guy's stick...

A drop of blood instantly fell on the stick.

Nothing seems to be reflected. Just like blood dripping on ordinary things, it does not penetrate or be absorbed, and even slightly flows down along the inclination of the stick body.

Logically speaking, Han Sanqian should be disappointed.

But he didn't, and even he was a little excited.

Han Sanqian knew how corrosive his own poisonous blood was, but what was surprising was that even this unremarkable gadget was not damaged in the slightest when it was covered with poisonous blood.

Another drop of blood fell, followed by two drops, three drops, four drops... JrNovels.com