infinite danger

Chapter 63 The Clown

The clown's twin swords had shorter blades, and the sharp cold light on the blades told Ji Siwei that these were not two prop swords.

The corners of the lips kept rising crazily, and the clown's mouth finally reached its limit. A wound opened at the corner of the mouth, and dark red blood oozed from the torn corner of the mouth. The clown stretched out his long and pale tongue to lick off the blood, revealing a Frenzied expression.

"Do you like clowns?"

Tilting his head, opening and closing his bright red mouth, the clown made a funny and very weird voice.

"do not like."

Ji Siwei frowned and said lightly.

"..."

The expression on the clown's face froze, his eyelids twitched slightly, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

"You're dishonest, nobody doesn't like clowns."

Twisting his neck, his bones made a "cracking" sound, and the clown's voice was tinged with anger.

"Brother clown, I think only things like diamonds and money will be liked by everyone. You don't need to ask everyone to like you, do you?"

The puppet bear poked its head out and poured a bowl of poisonous chicken soup to the clown.

"I don't want you to think, as long as I think." The clown didn't pay attention to the huge body of the puppet bear at all, and rejected his poisonous chicken soup.

The puppet bear couldn't change its expression, so it had to spread its round and short hands, and said helplessly, "You can't communicate like this at all."

The eight-tailed cat glanced at the puppet bear, and said flatly: "I don't think he wants to communicate with you at all."

Facts have proved that the clown really doesn't want to communicate with the puppet bear at all. The red pointed boots kicked the floor briskly, and flexibly turned the two swords in his hand: "Kill everyone who doesn't like clowns, and there will be no one who doesn't like clowns." People who like clowns."

"Don't dance, let's talk about the truth first..."

The puppet bear took a big step forward clumsily, leaned behind Ji Siwei, and made a pause for the clown.

"I don't listen."

Looking away from Ji Siwei's body, he looked at the puppet bear unhappily, the corners of the clown's mouth that had been upturned had a faint downward trend.

"No, no, you have to listen."

The puppet bear is earnest.

"I do not want to hear."

The clown's brisk steps became a little heavy, his brows were frowned, and his smiling face looked even more terrifying.

"No, no, you have to listen."

The puppet bear crossed his hips, persuading and persuading, quite like the neighborhood committee persuading the aunt.

"You sausage, are you a repeater! I've said it all, but I won't listen!" The clown was overwhelmed by the puppet bear's chanting like Tang Seng. He stopped, roared, aimed at the puppet bear and threw his left hand dagger!

"call out!"

As soon as the clown let go of the sword, a gust of cold wind was blown up in an instant, and the temperature dropped sharply, as if falling into the cold winter.

A murderous aura roared towards the elevator, and Ji Siwei, who was at the front, was the first to bear the brunt.

The little puppet touched its small ears and asked curiously, "Master, what does the sausage mean?"

It's this time, and the little puppet's desire to learn is quite strong.

However, Ji Siwei reacted quickly. As early as when the puppet bear was chatting with the clown, he had already taken the talisman that Uncle Flyer gave him to save his life.

"Fen sausage is a delicious food." Holding two talisman papers between his knuckle fingers, he threw them towards the short sword calmly, and Ji Siwei said loudly, "There are no taboos!"

The talisman paper spread out in the wind, shining a soft yellow light, circling around the dagger leisurely.

The short sword was controlled by the talisman, its speed became slow, and the yin energy on the sword gradually weakened.

"So, is the puppet bear delicious?" The little puppet looked at the puppet bear excitedly when he heard this, his obsidian-like eyes burst out with a dazzling light of food.

Feeling that the little puppet's saliva was about to flow out, the puppet bear shook its big head with a strong desire to survive, and squatted in the corner of the elevator with a bouquet of flowers, its big body squeezed into a big ball of grievances, panicked. He said in a panic: "No, no, I'm not a rice noodle sausage, I don't taste good at all! Don't eat me!"

The little puppet flattened its mouth in disappointment.

The clown looked at the bustling elevator room with a displeased expression on his face. He turned his head exaggeratedly, stretched his white-gloved hand forward, made a grabbing gesture, and said harshly, "Come back!"

When the short sword heard the order, it let out a piercing buzzing sound, its Yin energy soared, and it kept sprinting around.

The power of the talisman paper was limited, and it was quickly cut by the dagger, and several fragments fell to the ground.

The dagger turned sharply and returned to the clown's hand.

The clown looked at Ji Siwei, stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kill you, there will be no one who doesn't like clowns."