Joe dared to swear with Tifa's little gavel that he had never seen such a terrible scene.

Even if he saw the grimace shopkeeper for the first time, he slowly took off the white mask on his face and exposed the face that had been burned by high temperature and was even ugly than a ghost, it was not as good as the fear he saw in front of him.

Red hair, red eyes, two delicate beards, and handsome Merce, his handsome face was like a thickened human skin mask, accompanied by evil tearing sounds, falling off his head.

The fallen face was like being held up by an invisible ghost, floating in the air like a cheerful belly dancer, twisting up and down, and blood dripping from the face from time to time.

Myers' face...

At this moment, Joe no longer knew how to describe his face.

His head was still red, and his face was also red at the moment. The muscles under his skin were bleeding, the blue and black blood vessels, white meridians, and these muscle tissues were twitching slightly, just like the moray eel that had just been peeled.

"What the hell!" A cool air rushed straight from the soles of hissing, his mind was in chaos.

The crimson eyes faded quickly, the three-circular hexagram magic array deep in the pupils stopped rotating, and the light of the magic array gradually converged.

Qiao escaped from the extremely crazy and controlled state of terrible combat intuition and terrifying combat instinct. He felt a little weak feeling after excessive exercise, and the emotions that normal people should have, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, returned to him.

Since childhood, he followed Gorkin to fight on the streets of Tulum Port. After Gorkin joined the army, he led a large group of armed sailors and the playboys in Tulum Port to provoke trouble. Joe has also seen many bloody scenes.

But like Meles...

Joe was inexplicably trembling, his teeth were giggling.

"Your hand skin!" The hoarse and evil voice sounded again.

With a 'sweep', Meers held the right hand of the sword tightly, and a blood line on his wrist suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then, as if he was taking off his gloves, the skin of his entire right hand struggled outwards, and a complete right palm skin forced out of his palm.

‘Dangbang’, the stabbing sword fell to the ground.

Myers screamed and screamed in pain. He raised his right hand suddenly and looked at the bloody palm in horror.

He widened his eyes, his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets, and hissed and screamed: "Skinning Warrior...Skinning Warrior... Heresy, Heresy... Damn, Damn..."

The silver rain of big bunch pierced at Meers with a harsh sound. Two green whirlwinds rose from Meers' feet. The basin-sized whirlwind wrapped his calves. He roared and verbally, his speed was more than twice as fast as when he fought with Joe before, and brought more than a dozen afterimages into the room and retreated.

"The skin of your calves and soles!"

The hoarse and evil voice sounded again, and evil power filled the void. The inexplicable rules came. Myers' body suddenly staggered. He roared and fell to the ground with a "bang".

He retreated too quickly, and he suddenly fell to the ground. His body was like a ball, rolling backwards far away, and then hit the wall behind him.

From below his knees, his trouser legs and boots exploded, and just near his knee ligament, two blood lines emerged out of thin air, accompanied by a harsh tearing sound, just like his face and his right palm, the skin of his calves and soles of his feet, were like taking off his socks, and broke away cleanly and decisively.

One face, one palm, two legs, and foot skin slowly gathered together, and four skins were suspended in the air several feet above the ground, floating up and down happily, twisting happily.

Meiers shivered violently. The thin and tall man who had just blocked his fatal sword rushed to him. Several swords pierced his shoulders and knees, completely nullifying his movement power.

Unable to resist Meiers, the man grabbed his neck, violently spread his mouth open, and stabbed his fingers into his mouth, and scraped them back and forth several times on his two rows of gums.

Then, the man pulled off Meers' coat and then pulled off the collar of his white shirt inside, which was extremely violent and pushed him to the ground.

Joe was amazed by a series of actions.

"Young Master, are you okay?" The man smiled and inserted the stabbing sword in his hand back into the scabbard hanging around his waist, bowing deeply to Qiao.

The man was tall and thin, with a delicate facial contour and stiff lines, like a statue, and had a strong pungent tobacco smell on his body. He was the one who had previously been outside the fish-cutting field and interacted with the grimace shopkeeper.

"Uncle Ya, do you think I'm fine?" Qiao pointed to the thin sword marks that were about an inch deep and were still bleeding, and said in anger: "Do you think I'm fine like this? If it's not that I'm thick!"

Qiao waved her arms vigorously and shouted: "If it weren't for my thick flesh... Thanks to my dear mother, how much delicious food she used to raise me like a fat body that could act as armor!"

Joe gritted his teeth, picked up an iron rod from the ground, strode toward Meers, and hit his shoulder with a stick.

Accompanied by the harsh fracture, Myers' miserable swearing became louder and louder.

Qiao roared: "My mother, Liya, she worked hard to make delicious food and let me raise such a fat body, not to let you poke it with a sword! Damn bastard, if Liya sees me like this now, you will be in trouble. I tell you, you will be in trouble!"

Myers kept spitting out sticky red saliva from hissing, staring at Joe straight, and hissing: "Joe Rong Weitu, I won't be in trouble. It's you, your Weitu family, there's so much trouble... You collude with heretics!"

Myers was struggling, and his whole body was twitching and he kept taking deep breaths, as if this could stop the severe pain coming from all over his body.

"Skinning warrior, hahaha, skinning warrior, the great Mu Zai Shang, the top ten heresies on the "Holy Decree List" of the Golden Oak Church. Your Vitu family is actually related to skinning warriors. You really have great trouble!"

A breeze blew in from outside the gate of the venue. There was a breath in the wind that was indescribable, making people feel palpitations and making people stand on their hair.

The skin is so white that it is as pale as a dead person; the black hair is sparse and smoothly attached to the scalp; in the deep sunken eye sockets, the two green eyes are lit up like night owls; the thin, dark red lips are tightly pursed into a line.

With the breeze, the middle-aged man slowly walked in from outside the door did not look like a good person. He was wearing a very ordinary short black cloak, carrying a thin cane in his left hand and a banana in his right hand.

A monkey more than one foot tall squatted on the shoulders of the middle-aged man, and a pair of black eyes stared at the delicious food he was holding in his hands.

As soon as he entered the venue, the monkey sniffed suddenly. Its attention moved away from the banana hanging, and jumped up with a grin, jumping and running to the four skins floating in the air.

The monkey was carrying a small backpack behind his backpack. It was familiar with it, then jumped up, folded four bloody human skins, and stuffed them into the backpack randomly.

Carrying his backpack, the monkey jumped back to the middle-aged man, and pointed at the banana hanging with his hands and feet, screaming and screaming.

The middle-aged man smiled and threw the whole hanging of banana to the monkey. Then, holding the cane's head in both hands, bowed slightly to Qiao: "Young Master, what happened today is really dangerous, but fortunately we arrived in time."

After giggling a few times, the middle-aged man pointed at Meles: "He actually dared to hurt the young master, he actually dared to threaten the Weitu family. Master, do you need me to peel off his skin bit by bit?"

Qiao widened his eyes and the iron stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief: "Mr. Skins... I always thought that you were just a kind, knowledgeable tutor with a special habit of fried bananas!"

"I love everything made of bananas, and of course, fried bananas are the easiest category."

The tutor of the Weitu family, the director of the Weitu family's private library, and the administrator of the Weitu family's private archives room, the four young masters and ladies of the Weitu family, including Gorkin, Tifa, Qiao, and Weima's literacy enlightenment teacher, the kind and knowledgeable Mr. Sigens smiled and bowed to Qiao again.

"Banana, I like bananas because of their skin, it's easy to peel."

"Because of some of my early experiences, I had a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I like foods that are easy to peel. Of all the foods, the easiest to find and the easiest to peel, is undoubtedly a banana."

"I like bananas, just like, I like this bold Lord Meles."

Mr. Si Gengsi giggled. With his laughter, several oil lamps in the yard shaking violently. The originally blue-white lights inexplicably turned dark red.

"Young Master, Mr. Meiers is very healthy. Moreover, he has been exercising for a long time, has sufficient nutrition and excellent maintenance. The material of his skin is very high and has a high artistic quality..."

The teeth on the side coughed heavily and interrupted Mr. Si Gengsi: "Young Master, what to do here? Damn Si Gengsi, I told you that I can save the young master safely, and I don't need you to interfere."

Ya spread her hands out of annoyance: "Look at you, letting you come just to prevent it, but in fact you don't have to take action at all. But now, look at, look... we could have solved the problem peacefully, now..."

Teeth kicked Meers hard in the stomach, and he said annoyedly: "Sigens, do you know how troublesome it is to completely clean up this stall and let so many people disappear out of thin air?"

Myers was kicked and screamed.

Yanan, who was lying on the ground, had just fainted by the aftermath of the battle, whispered a trembling plea: "No, no, we, we will keep our mouths tight. Dear Lord Qiao, we, we, we have seen nothing today, heard nothing..."
Chapter completed!