"Zhang Zhenren, you forced me. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wei Wuji also stood up and walked up to Zhang Junbao with a sly smile.

"Wei Gongzi, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it, what is the real person afraid of?"

Zhang Junbao looked provocative and saluted with fists.

Niu Tingting smiled, I heard that in high school, these two goods were the living treasures of the liberal arts class, one was the first in the grade, and the other was the first in the penultimate grade, but they could become friends who could be reversed, which was amazing.

"Tell it, it's an impromptu story, and if you think about it for too long, it's not fun."

Someone shouted and urged.

"Zhang Zhenren, you accidentally bumped into Sister Feng's arms!"

Wei Wuji pointed to Zhang Junbao's nose and said.

Zhang Junbao shuddered when he heard this.

It's scary!

Everyone gasped.

"Then you fell in love with Sister Feng."

Wei Wuji couldn't help but laugh and continued.

"Haha!"

The crowd laughed.

Zhang Junbao's face at the moment was as if he had eaten.

"In the end, you married Sister Feng."

Wei Wuji shook his head regretfully and patted Zhang Junbao on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Everyone held back their laughter and looked at Zhang Junbao sympathetically.

Zhang Junbao's face was like ashes, as if he was really immersed in Wei Wuji's three-sentence story.

It's a terrifying, hilarious, and sad story!

"Okay, everyone rest early, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, continue on the road."

Chen Nong's face was pale, and he gave an order.

Everyone got up and entered their tents.

Wei Wuji helped Chen Nong and extinguished the bonfire to make sure that there was not a single spark left, and when he turned around, he only saw Liu Zhijing standing to the side with a dull expression.

"Lao Liu, look at your face, it seems that Lao Fang ran away with someone?"

Wei Wuji asked with a smile.

"Almost, I was abducted by your Tingting."

Liu Zhijing was in a low mood, which was completely different from what he expected.

Expectedly, he slept with Fang Zhu, Wei Wuji slept with Niu Tingting, who knew that the reality was that Niu Tingting and Fang Zhu entered the same tent, and now he had to sleep with Wei Wuji, the reality was so fucking cruel!

"Lao Liu, you are too dirty, let me just say that, do you really think that Professor Chen will let you sleep together?"

In the face of Liu Zhijing's naivety, Wei Wuji was completely speechless.

Liu Zhijing looked up at the starry sky, and after a while, he got into the tent with a long sigh.

Wei Wuji was about to go in, but he saw Niu Tingting probe out of the tent next to him, and walked towards him with a worried expression.

"I want to pee!"

She lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's chirping.

"Just go, why tell me?"

Wei Wuji suddenly understood, went to the tent and took out a flashlight, and said with a smile: "Let's go!" ”

Niu Tingting was going to let Fang Zhu accompany her, but who knew that Fang Zhu entered the tent, got into the sleeping bag, and slept like a pig.

Up the slope, there is a dense pine forest.

Niu Tingting found a big tree, which was convenient to the back, and when she came back, she saw Wei Wuji sitting on a rock, staring at the screen of her mobile phone, full of excitement.

"Are you looking at something that is inappropriate for children again?"

She walked over as she spoke, stared at the screen, and smiled, "The people in this group are stupid. Forced? Iron Man, Tang Sanzang, Hulk, Vampire, it's funny! ”

"I'm in the group too."

Wei Wuji looked up and glared at her, and then said, "There's a very exciting live broadcast soon, why don't we go back after watching it here?" ”

"Okay, I'm not that sleepy anyway!"

The stone was wide, and Niu Tingting sat down next to each other, resting her head on Wei Wuji's shoulder, staring at the rapidly scrolling messages on the phone screen.

Tang Sanzang: Mowgli, do you want to bet?

Wei Wuji: Is it okay to have a hundred virtue points?

Tang Sanzang: That's it?

Wei Wuji: Master, I want to bet more, but that's all I have at the moment.

Jiang Ziya: Of course 100 points will do, Mowgli, the old man will give you a back door, if you lose, you will lose 100, and if you win, you will multiply it 10 times.

Wei Wuji: Mrs. Jiang can be true to his word!

He had seen his virtue points just now, and there were only more than three hundred points at present, and betting on one hundred points was enough to make him feel distressed.

"Why do I feel like I'm reading a book from heaven?"

Niu Tingting didn't understand at all and asked softly.

"You're just going to think we're a bunch of psychos!"

Wei Wuji laughed.

Look at the time, there are still five minutes left, and it will be eleven o'clock.

Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Ear are still chatting and farting with Tang Sanzang and others.

It stands to reason that for this kind of large-scale decisive battle, the live broadcast should start a few hours in advance, from the preparation of Sun Wukong and the Grim Reaper to the interview with them, to track the whole process, in order to be considered a perfect live broadcast.

Wei Wuji was silently in his heart, and gave a bad review to Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Ear.

Wei Wuji: It's time to pat the fight in the ring, so that we can feast our eyes first, right? @千里眼

Clairvoyant: The Great Sage let the live broadcast only after the decisive battle began, and the little god did not dare to advance so as not to be beaten by the Great Sage.

Wei Wuji scolded secretly, and when he turned around, he asked Brother Monkey to beat you.

Fortunately, five minutes passed.

When the clairvoyant turned the decisive battle screen to the group, Wei Wuji was in a groove in his heart.

This is a broken place, the network speed is too poor, you have to brush the pictures for a long time, you want to watch the live video, it is useless to worship the Buddha and ask the Bodhisattva.

When the picture was brushed out, I saw a golden rod thick from a mountain, smashing it forward, and then the picture froze.

When the picture moved again, I saw a skeleton taller than the mountain, wearing a black cloak, a white bone arm, and a huge scythe, spinning forward, cold and terrifying.

Then the screen gets stuck again.

Wei Wuji was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone, but he had no choice but to wait patiently.

Fortunately, from the chat records under the live video, you can roughly guess who has the upper hand at the moment.

I thought that Brother Monkey would be able to get rid of the Grim Reaper in seconds with three sticks, but I didn't expect the Grim Reaper to be very strong, fighting for dozens of rounds, and not falling behind at all.

"Ahh

When the picture was brushed out again, the scythe of the god of death rotated by, and in just one click, it cut off Sun Wukong's neck.

Frightened, Niu Tingting let out a scream, and the screams resounded through the mountains, waking up many classmates who had just fallen asleep.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Hearing the scream, many people thought that something had happened and got out of the tent one after another, but then Niu Tingting's voice came from the hillside.

Listening to that voice, it seems to be ......

"Come on, come on......"

Wei Wuji and Niu Tingting were shouting at the same time, they were simply rampant and shameless to the extreme.

Everyone looked at each other, especially Chen Nong, whose lungs were about to be blown up.

Even if you go to the hillside at night to secretly do something, you don't have to be so high-profile, right?

A few boys, holding flashlights, discussed sneaking up to take a look, but were stopped by Zhang Junbao and others.

Although he felt that Wei Wuji was inferior to a beast, as a brother, he naturally had to escort his brother's good deeds.

"Go back to sleep!"

Chen Nong had no choice but to drive everyone into the tent.

Fortunately, on the hillside, there were no more exaggerated sounds, but the hearts of the men and women in the tent were already restless.

At this moment, Wei Wuji and Niu Tingting have already climbed to a higher place, and the network is really much better, although it will buffer from time to time, but after a few seconds, the picture will appear again.

Sun Wukong's head, after being cut off by the scythe of death, did not return to its place, and was carried in his hand, holding the golden hoop stick in one hand against the scythe that kept coming.

The more Sun Wukong looks at this sickle of death, the more he likes it, and he feels that if he can grab it, he will give it to Wuji, so that Wuji will have an amazing weapon.