"Pa!" The brick in Wu Xie's hand finally broke and turned into fragments that scattered on the ground.
"Hu ..." Ling Chuxi and the others heaved a long sigh of relief. They were relieved for old crying snake.
But immediately, their expressions changed again. Wu Xie was breathing heavily. He bent down and dug out a large cobblestone with a diameter of one foot from the sand. Then, he raised it over his head and greeted the old crying snake.
"PU!" A fountain gushed out along the edge of the black cloth bag.
"Awooo ..." Old Ming snake let out a few muffled groans. His head tilted to the side and he fell to the ground.
"Crazy, this guy must be crazy." Looking at Wu Xie, whose entire body was burning with the light of violence, Meng Zheng's face was blank.
"Don't tell me that guy wants to beat the old crying snake to death. " LAN Xinyu's face turned a little pale when she saw Wu Xie pick up the extra-large cobblestone and walk towards old Ming snake.
