Wang Han tapped his temples, "Do you know anything else? For example, what does the devil you are looking for look like?"

Curly shook his head.

Wang Han had to think of the prophecy he heard in Tibet before.

But the prophecy talks about Asura, and the devil and Asura are not the same person.

They don't all live together.

Asura loves to fight.

Bo Xun loves to disrupt the practice of Buddhas through lustful factors such as pornography. His three daughters all look like watery, crooked little women. Bo Xun once sent his daughters to disrupt the practice of Buddhism.

As a result, he was driven away by a powerful Tianlong.

To some extent, the two have some similarities.

It's just that he's not alone after all.

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Curly Hair. Curly Hair lowered his head, and his pupils began to return to their original state little by little.

With both hands behind his back, he pulled off the cuff button and crushed it, and his fingers rubbed out a thin line.

It's a heart-piercing dragon.

Suddenly, he slapped Wang Han in the face.

Wang Han seemed to have expected it.

There was a snap.

The two intertwined their fingers.

Curly Hair took out a small knife from nowhere and stabbed Wang Han's carotid artery.

Wang Han casually raised his hand and grabbed Curly Hair's wrist.

Curly's expression changed drastically, and he kicked Wang Han's chin with one foot at a strange angle.

unexpectedly.

Wang Han's expression changed at this moment.

The hand that was held by the severed hand was out of control again.

Curly hair was pressed to the ground in one fell swoop.

Pinch with five fingers.

Curly's eyes popped out, and a wailing sound came from his throat.

Wang Han clearly felt that something similar to the Qi body in Curly Hair was stripped alive and absorbed by the severed hand.

That itching feeling came again.

Curly Hair had stopped moving and was lying softly on the ground. His face was flushed and a layer of oil oozed from his face. He looked like he had masturbated too much.

His eyes popped out, and he stared at Wang Han in horror.

I don't know what he said before he died, but there was no movement at all.

Wang Han's wrists became more itchy.

Wanting to scratch him hard, he turned his head and looked at Shen Lingman, who had wide eyes and looked a little scared.

"I need to go to the toilet."

Wang Han quickly walked towards the bathroom.

After closing the door with his backhand, Wang Han quickly pulled off the wristband he wore on his arm to avoid attracting attention.
Chapter completed!