Wang Han knocked on his temple, "What else do you know? For example, what kind of demon king you are looking for looks like?"

Curly shook his head.

Wang Han had to associate it with the prophecies he heard in Tibet before.

But the prophecy says that Asura, the Demon King and Asura are not the same person.

They don't live together.

Asura loves to fight.

Mara Ai disrupted the practice of all Buddhas through desire factors such as yellow. His three daughters all looked so beautiful, and Mara once sent his daughter to ruin the practice of Buddhas.

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

To some extent, these two have some similarities.

But after all, it's not alone.

Wang Han looked at the curly hair with a cigarette in his mouth. The curly hair lowered his head, and his pupils began to recover bit by bit.

He put his hands behind his back, pulled down the buttons on his cuffs and crushed them, and rubbed a thin line out of them with his fingers.

It's a heart-wrenching dragon.

Suddenly he slapped Wang Han.

Wang Han seemed to have expected it.

With a snap.

The two of them are linked together.

Curly hair took out a knife from somewhere and stabbed Wang Han’s carotid artery.

Wang Han raised his hand casually and grabbed the curly wrist.

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

unexpectedly.

Wang Han's face changed now.

The hand held by the broken hand was uncontrolled again.

He pressed the curls to the ground in one hand.

Five fingers are pinched.

The curly eyes burst, and a wailing sound came from his throat.

Wang Han clearly felt that something similar to Qi in the curly hair was deprived of it and absorbed by the broken hand.

That itchy feeling came again.

The curly hair was no longer moving, and she lay softly on the ground, her face flushed, and a layer of oil oozed out of her face, and she looked like she was rubbing too much.

His eyes burst and his whole body stared at Wang Han in horror.

Before dying, I didn't know what to say, but there was no movement.

Wang Han's wrists were even more itchy.

He wanted to scratch hard, turned his head and looked at Shen Lingman, who looked a little scared with his big eyes.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Wang Han walked quickly towards the bathroom.

With his backhand closed the door, Wang Han hurriedly pulled it open in order not to attract attention.
Chapter completed!