Chapter 672：

These cartoonists wear darts all year round, and sleep in the wind without complaining, but they can't leave without a word, drinking a few glasses of hot wine, the heat is in full swing, and the fatigue of the day is over.

"These boys," Fang said with a slight smile, sat down and shook his head, removed a gourd from the middle of his waist, unscrewed the wine bottle, and took a sip. He had a happy look on his face when he was about to speak, but Suddenly, his eyes froze and shrank.

A drop of red liquid fell and fell onto the gourd, splashing a bright flower of blood, a faint smell and a spreadsheet.

Lao Fang suddenly looked up and saw such a situation on his head. Suddenly he took a breath and his face was extremely gloomy, "Blood bat!"

The top of the old man Fang's head was three feet high and one and a half feet long. The red blood-colored bats shook their wings and hung in the air. Two small blood-colored eyes popped out of their bodies.

Fang Lao's eyes flickered, he reached for a large knife of a photographer next to him, stood up, took the knife down, and crossed a shiny path, cut the kite into two pieces directly from the sky, in the middle of the bonfire, He stopped for two hours and smelled it.

The changes here attracted everyone's attention, and dozens of teachers turned their attention to Lao Fang, and the warm scene suddenly calmed down.

Looking at the bat that was scorched in the fire, the old man's expression darkened, and Wang Chang's expression changed slightly. Looking at the old man, he hesitated. "Elder Fang, what's wrong?" he said.

Fang Lao's face was gloomy and he didn't answer, but in the silence of this scene, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the southeast corner, as if countless birds were flapping their wings. It flew over and became more and more clear.

"What is that!" said one of the students, the shrinking teacher, raised the tip of the knife, and pointed, everyone finally saw the dark night, and the dark clouds were approaching.

It was found that it was a blood-colored bat, more than half a foot long, with **** light shining in its eyes, hundreds of black pressure points, and the impact of the wings quickly approaching.

Looking at the group of people, Fang Lao walked up to the horse with a sad face, picked up two whips, held them in his hands, and said, "This is a blood stick! Received! Damn it! Why so many!"

After listening to Lao Fang's words, a group of teachers regained their senses. They all gathered together with sharp blades and looked at the approaching crowd with gloomy expressions.

Liu Zhuang's face was solemn, and he shouted, "Old Fang, what kind of bat is this? Why are there so many?"

"It's a blood stick, and it's scary to eat human blood. I've seen it twice, but I've never seen so many, so be careful," Fang said.

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd came, a black pressure, red eyes full of bloodshots, fell straight down like a black cloud, pressing on people's heads.

"Let's get together, don't spread out!" Mr. Fang shouted, starting a big fire and rushing towards the crowd, several bats were hit by the fire, hissed, spread out, and were danced by the old man with two steel whips, One by one they fell to the ground.

However, not all teachers have the same skills as Lao Fang. The blood stick flies very fast, and the tide generally flows down together. Soon it bypasses the sharp blade and pounces on the teacher, opening its needles. .

But after a while, a terrible scream came from the crowd, and several divisions fell to the ground.

A division was thrown into his chest with a bat, and suddenly he snorted, his eyes sparkled, grabbed the bat, ripped it off, and his chest was ripped to shreds by his son.