After listening to Hu Zi's words, the Killing Buddha was visibly angry. He tried to scold a few words back, but he didn't have the good "eloquence" of the beard, and he could only scream **** and **** in the end.

The beard is probably tired of scolding, think about it, scolding is also an art, and it takes a person's saliva.

The beard paused, made a swallowing gesture, and then he laughed, which was a sign of scolding.

Hu Zi said, "Shi, shi, shi, shi, your grandmother, Xiao Ji Wu, Lao Tzu really obeyed you, China's 5,000-year-old culture is so broad, just like a man's stick, and how profound is China's ancient Chinese and current Chinese language and culture? You say that you don't study such a good thing, you don't want to study, you have to learn a foreign language? What kind of behavior are you? It is no exaggeration to say that it is treason! Actually, I understand you, you know? You poor child, I guess your mother took drugs when she was pregnant with you, right? It made your tongue not work, and I heard this when you sang Buddhist songs before. You are messy, so many teeth, such a big tongue, I guess your tongue can't be bent, right? Tsk, it's a pity, you say that you are such a child, you look so bad, and you can't speak well, God, you just close a door for him, why do you seal all the windows?"

Hu Zi's words can not only be heard by the Killing Buddha, but also by Lao Ba and Yaksha, who can also be heard clearly through the walkie-talkie.

Two of the mercenaries couldn't help laughing, and one of them deliberately turned around and gave a thumbs up to his beard, which meant that he was really convinced.

The direct howl of killing Buddha's anger. And I wanted this effect, and I gestured to the others, especially the yaksha above my head. That means, don't be like a spectator, paying attention to the act of killing Buddhas.

The Yaksha mercenaries didn't react much, but Lao Ba immediately twisted his body a few times to keep himself closer to the cliff, and he also freed his hand and picked up the sniper rifle.

He also showed us a unique skill, on such a cliff, he can still make a state of aiming and ambush.

The beard scolded a lot, he had an advantage, and in the end, even if he didn't scold, he simply made it up.

According to what he said, why did the Buddha become a monk? Especially when the country is so open, and there are so many old ladies from foreign countries, so unrestrained...... In fact, the Killing Buddha originally found a foreign girl as his girlfriend, but this girlfriend was not honest, and always stole men behind the back of the Killing Buddha, and the Killing Buddha not only wore a green cuckold, but in the end, the top of his head was simply a green ******** prairie. The Killing Buddha was disheartened and had to fantasize that he was a monk.

At this moment, if no one stopped him, Hu Zi could continue to speak, but the Killing Buddha couldn't help it, and he suddenly poked his head out from above the cliff.

He pointed to the beard on the cliff and cursed.

I guess killing the living Buddha is really hot, and I can't hold back anymore. As for Lao Ba, the moment the Killing Buddha first appeared, he decisively pulled the trigger.

There was a thud, and I stared at the reaction of the Killing Buddha.

A stream of blood sprang out of the head of the Killing Buddha. I was overjoyed, and my heart said that his grandmother's was done.

But the Killing Buddha did not die because of this, he quickly retracted his head, and the screams of the Killing Buddha came from the walkie-talkie, and he also muttered, "My ears are ......"

I secretly said that it was a pity, it was obvious that Lao Ba's shot just now was a little bit worse.

The killing Buddha was unusually tenacious, and soon he stopped screaming again, but took out a ruthless look and said to us, "A group of ****, Lao Tzu is not waiting, let you taste the taste of the gift." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw a dozen dark shadows appear at the top of the cliff.

The shadow wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either. They were all round, rumbling stones.

At the moment, they are still clinging to the cliff, falling rapidly.

There was a buzz in my head. I knew that it was impossible for the Buddha to push down so many stones in an instant. It's likely that there is some mechanism on that platform.

In addition, these stones fell together, and we were all miserable.

The Yaksha took the brunt of it, and some of the stones didn't hit the head, but some of the stones did fall in their direction. They all took on a dodging stance.

Yaksha, Gao Teng, and Lao Ba, these are all experienced masters, and they dodge with ease, as for the other three mercenaries. They want to dodge, but it's a little clumsy and difficult.

One of the mercenaries had the worst luck, he ended up being hit by a large rock, he screamed, he was crushed by the stone, and he fell down the cliff together.

I was looking at it, and at this moment, I couldn't save him at all. In addition, my beard and I were in danger of being hit by rocks.

The rocks rubbed shoulders with the Yaksha survivors and then rushed at me and the beard.

My mind was racing, calculating the location of the stones. It was clear that I was not in danger for a while, but rather my beard and a stone next to the area above his head. If the beard doesn't move, there is a chance that he will be rubbed by this big stone.

I reminded the beard. The beard took out as fast as he could, and climbed to the side a few times.

After such a delay, the big rocks were very close to the top of our heads. As soon as he had found his balance, he was so frightened that he quickly leaned against the cliff.

I kept looking at the big rocks, and I adjusted my posture as much as I could, so that the rope between me and my beard could be stuck to the cliff as much as I could.

Otherwise, I'm worried that if we get caught in the rocks or are crushed, we won't be trapped by ropes.

I am reminded of the old saying, people are not as good as heaven. Suddenly, the big boulder that was the furthest behind paused for a moment.

It looked like it had hit some small raised rock on the cliff. The little rock was like a lever, and with such a pry that the large rock fell vertically and turned into an arc.

And fucking up, the big boulder ended up coming towards my location.

I'm so close to it that it's too late for me to crawl around like a beard and avoid it.

I looked at the large boulder flying in front of me, and my whole pupil shrank sharply.

I didn't know what to do for a while, but if I waited, the end would definitely be just death.

Suddenly, a bold thought popped into my subconscious.

I yelled at the beard, "You resist." Then I jerked my hands off and threw a little pounce on the side.

It was so dangerous that I passed by the big boulders, and even for a moment, I could feel the strong wind brought by the falling boulders.

I then fluttered down the cliff.

But firstly, I reminded the beard in advance, and secondly, the beard was also prepared, and he took out a dead look.

When it reached a certain point, the rope between the two of us was instantly stretched straight. I was also pulled hard by a force, and I stopped all at once.

The beard was miserable, and his body stumbled at this moment, but fortunately he didn't pull it off.

I hung in the air, staring at the empty foot. I can't describe how I felt at this moment, but I definitely walked in front of the ghost gate.

I sighed heavily. The problem is that I'm rejoicing too soon.

I was about to look up and say something to the beard when the beard snorted, accompanied by a crackling sound.

Beard was holding the root of a large bush with his left hand, and he didn't have anything wrong, but the bush couldn't hold it.

The bushes were uprooted, his beard was missing the support of his left hand, and he slipped again, balding down from the cliff.

I had just stabilized my body, and before I could get used to it, I was able to fall down with my beard.

My heart beat faster again, and I was even scratching and fussing like a cat.

I didn't have much hope, and I thought that my life with Beard would end miserably here.

Who knew that there was a small tree more than half a meter tall in the area below me, and this small tree was originally crooked and long, and it was still facing upwards in its entirety. Its odd posture gave me an opportunity.

I happened to sit on it.

With a bang, my butt hurt so much that it felt like it was about to crack. I couldn't help but grin, but in my heart I comforted myself so much, and my heart said that it was good that my rod was not overwhelmed.

After such a delay, the beard passed me again and continued to fall.

The distance between us was quickly widened, and finally the rope was stretched straight again.

I was pulled by the force of the rope, and I didn't wait for my ass to get hot. I had to jeopardize myself again and fall onto the tree.

I knew what I would do if I let go, so I made up my mind that even if I broke my arm and broke my leg, I wouldn't let go.

With my own strength and will, I stubbornly carried it. Eventually, I changed to a beard and put it at my feet. His whole body was also dangling.

The beard was frightened, he was very much like me before at this moment, and he kept dancing and kicking.

At this time, I was holding the little tree, turning my head to look at my beard, and my eyes were as wide as light bulbs.

I was glad that my rod had been spared, but now that I was strangled with a rope, it looked like it was going to break.

I breathed so hard that my hands were shivering with pain.

I saw that the beard had not stopped, and it continued to dance. I squeezed a word out of my throat and shouted to him, "Don't dig the dog, climb the cliff." ”

Beard was a little slow to react, and it lasted for a few seconds before he looked up at me.

After the beard showed my abnormality, I hurried into action. The other person has a big master, and after grabbing it a few times, he will hit the cliff.

He put his hands on it again...... When he was completely lying on the cliff, I suddenly relaxed a lot.

I twisted left and right, and finally freed the rod completely.

I was panting for air, and as for the cause of my breathing, it was obvious that it was due to many factors. I couldn't help but touch the stick, and said to myself, damn it, it won't just break down, right? So what will I do for the rest of my life? Go to Thailand for surgery or go directly to Pudu Temple to become a monk?

(End of chapter)

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