"That, Master, don't they all say that the first strike is the best? You see he's starting to let off steam, when are we going to do it? The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "As soon as Zhu Yifei's words fell, I saw the windows and doors of several rooms in the courtyard opening and closing together.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a strong suction force rushing from the courtyard, and the three people and one chicken were taken to the ghost courtyard before they could react, and then the red wooden door behind them snapped shut.

The suction stopped, and under the inertia, the three of them each took a few steps, Ziyang was the first to stop and pull Zhu Yifei, Zhu Yifei also stopped and pulled the fat man, the fat man was large in size and had a large inertia, and one did not stand firm and lay directly on the ground, and the rooster in his arms was also released, and the rooster was like seeing a chicken butcher, and he flew up and flew to the roof of the west wing.

Zhu Yifei was not able to stand firm by the fat man, and suddenly fell on the fat man's buttocks, and then pressed Ziyang behind him. Being dusted by Ziyang's dust and bells on her waist as if embedded in the flesh, she hissed twice in pain.

Ziyang quickly turned over and stood up, pulled her up again, and the two of them pulled the fat man up with great effort, the fat man hummed, the big red cardigan robe on his body had been scattered, the pile of jade rings around his waist was also broken a few pieces, and his forehead was facing the two eyebrow peaks with a large bruise, his fat hands wanted to cover and rub it, but there was too much fat under his armpits and chest to reach.

"Oops, oops, it hurts this king." He bared his teeth and shouted, and said to Zhu Yifei, "Flower girl, quickly rub this king." ”

"Okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Scratching his head twice, she anxiously said to Ziyang again, "It's over, the chicken is flying." As he spoke, he suddenly felt a warmth on his head and face, as if something had been poured on his head. Instinctively, she reached out and wiped it, still slimy, looking at the black flowing liquid in her palm, and the dripping dripping like rice soup with a strong smell of blood that was still dripping from her head.

When he turned his head to see Ziyang, he was busy taking off the golden bell and jade whisk, and took out a bunch of Baijuan handkerchiefs from his arms to wipe them.

Just as she turned her head to look at the fat man again, a heavy object smashed head-on on the bridge of her nose, with a strong smell of blood and chicken dung, and hurriedly screamed and retreated while pulling her hands wildly, and the thing hit her with a muffled sound and fell from her face to the ground, and when she looked closely, it was the rooster that had just flown away.

Now she was scared half to death, this chicken didn't know when it was killed, there was not much chicken feathers left on the body, there was a finger-long hole on the back, the chicken bones were emptied, only the soft skin and internal organs remained, it seemed that there was not much struggle before death and it was a fatal blow.

What's even more infuriating is that the blood drenched in her body is not counted, and she actually smashed her with a dead chicken, which is a typical soft persimmon pinch, and instant anger replaced panic.

She stepped forward angrily and scolded, "You faceless and skinless ghost, you dare to smash the old lady, there is a kind of out, let's go one-on-one, if the old lady is afraid of you, you will have your surname, you will come out, give me out." Dasheng yelled and scolded while wiping the blood that kept dripping on his face.

The green ghost fire floating in the courtyard fluttered even more violently, and then the gust of yin wind poured out from the wide open doors and windows, turning into a pair of dark green ghost hands in mid-air and rushed to Zhu Yifei, and before her anger subsided, she picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into the black hole window of the west wing, I don't know when Ziyang appeared behind her, dragged her back a few steps back to avoid the attack of the yin wind ghost hand, and comforted with a solemn face, "It's not time yet, you look at the sky." “

The Yin Wind Ghost grabbed a moment of emptiness and retreated, uncharacteristically not continuing to attack. At this time, the fat man finally reacted a little, and the flower girl asked him not to seem to be for the sake of the wind and snow, but obviously on the cusp.

Yan Ming moved behind Zhu Yifei in small steps, and said in a trembling voice, "Flower girl, how can you deceive this king, this king is so sad." Zhu Yifei didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, looked up at the sky, it was pitch black, there was nothing, and asked curiously, "Nothing." ”

Ziyang said, "We can wait for the moon to come out before we can do it, this ghost is very smart, he knows that tonight is the day of the three yin and the weakness, and everything he does is to scare us away." ”

"I'm still a wise one, hey, I'm so angry that I actually hit me with a dead chicken, what time is it?" She asked.

"It seems like it's the end of the day," the fat man behind him interjected.

Zhu Yifei looked at him and asked Ziyang, "What should he do if he doesn't have a rooster, will it be dangerous?"

"It's okay, he is the biological son of Concubine Mi, who dares to offend her." Ziyang sat on the ground, and whispered with some concern, "If the moon does not come out, I'm afraid it will not be good for us." He closed his eyes as he spoke.

Zhu Yifei didn't hear his later words, but secretly said in his heart: I see, Mi Guifei is said to be a fox spirit with a high Taoism, and she has been blessed by the dragon qi of Emperor Yanwu for many years, it must be the overlord of the demon world, it is not good that the demons and monsters in the entire Taijing have to listen to her, King Kaihui has the blood of a half-demon, plus he is the son of the emperor, it must also be stained with dragon energy, no wonder that ghost dares to drench her and Ziyang with the blood of the chicken, and smash her with a dead chicken, but he doesn't dare to do anything to this fat man, it turns out that he has a background and a backer, hey, this has been since ancient times, As long as it is a creature on the land of China, it has to follow this backstage rule, regardless of whether it is a human or a demon, it is a father and a godfather, a mother and a godmother. Thinking about it, she carefully looked at the fat man behind her, no matter how she looked like the son of the fox spirit, her mother probably had to suspect that the child's nutrition absorption was too good.

Although the fat man's eyesight was not good, he blushed a little when she stared at it so closely, turned his head and muttered to himself twice and began to rub his hands vigorously.

The courtyard returned to the calm of the dark night, only the ghost fire kept moving up and down, and the sound of the female ghost crying was still far and near, but it was not as scared as at the beginning, the most important reason was that Ziyang was by her side, thinking of looking around here, she looked back and wanted to look at Ziyang sitting in front of her, but suddenly found that the familiar cyan figure disappeared at some point.

What does Ziyang's disappearance mean, Zhu Yifei has already thought about it flawlessly, and her whole body feels inexplicably chilled, and the chicken blood on her forehead is still dripping and ticking, as if she can't flow endlessly, she was originally half-squatting on the left side of the stone altar, and it was Ziyang who was facing the main hall in front of her, and the fat man in red Yan Ming was half a step away behind her, and now Ziyang suddenly disappeared, and her nervous right hand went back to grab the fat man's hand.

The fat man's hands were slender and soft, but they were cold and piercing, just like the popsicle that had just been taken out of the freezer of the refrigerator, and the large joints of her phalanges hurt badly when she held it in her hand.

Zhu Yifei felt that something was wrong, her heart instantly lifted as if it was beating in her throat, and it was a little difficult to breathe, but she was still irrepressibly curious and slowly turned around, only to see that she was holding an extremely slender withered hand in her hand, and the metacarpal bones seemed to be only wrapped in a layer of miserable white skin, but the skin was not old, but it was still very lubricated, the five slender finger bones were actually as long, with three inches of bright red kedan nails, and when she looked up at the same slender skinny wrist, almost as thick as her thumb, A shiny coral bracelet on top swayed loosely, then a pink half-cut sleeve, and then ......