One step forward, a cloud of dust was shaken, and his fist was like a cannonball, smashing towards the Qijie monk opposite. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Xiaomo felt that every cell in his body was rejoicing, this was the most perfect punch since he got the inheritance, full of indomitable and unstoppable momentum.

Monk, you can insult and provoke me, but you will never be allowed to defile Jiu Niang, not at all!

However, at the moment when Zhang Xiaomo punched, the seven-precept monk also moved, and the compassion and comical on his body disappeared in an instant, and the treasure was solemn, as if he had become a Buddha on the ground.

The two figures ghostly intersected for only a moment.

At this time, night was approaching, and the Qinhuai River Road was slowly becoming lively, and there were constantly brightly dressed man shadows walking on the street.

But no one caught the exchange of the two figures, and even if they noticed, they would only think that they were dazzled.

Maybe unknowable and unknowable accidents happen around us every day, it's just that we can't touch their realm at all.

Although the martial arts are now in decline, the martial artists are still detached from the outside and are very well known.

Zhang Xiaomo made a move without scruples, thinking that he could end all this without others noticing. Pity.... He was wrong....

"Monk, you really aren't an ordinary monk......

"A young man, not an ordinary young man......"

The seven-precept monk sang a Buddha name, and regained his compassionate and funny appearance, and continued to face Zhang Xiaomo.

"Young man, according to your ability, you must have already noticed the evil in this bar, why are you still so self-deceiving?"

"I am a Buddha with mercy, I don't go to hell who is like hell...."

"The poor monk takes pity on you and is in prison without knowing it, and has the heart to cross you, why should the young man hate the monk so much?"

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

Qijie stretched out his right hand towards Zhang Xiaomo, and his face was full of compassion.

If a lotus platform is placed under his buttocks at this time, it is definitely a Buddha statue enshrined in the temple; With two wings behind his back, his bald head is also an angel......

"Temper me? .... I'll let you do...."

Zhang Xiaomo walked towards the seven-ring monk, and also stretched out his right hand, when he was about to approach the seven-ring monk, his right hand accelerated violently, and grabbed the wrist of the seven-ring monk.

The result, of course, was to catch a void, and Qijie had already withdrawn in advance and took a step back.

"Why should the young man tease and tease the monk, the monk is not stupid, the evil aura of your body, the monk can smell it with his nose."

Paralyzed, who is teasing and teasing whom? Zhang Xiaomo felt like he was going crazy by the bastard monk opposite.

"Monk, look at this Qinhuai River Road, where the lights are bright and green, and the nightclubs are gathered, it is chaotic and luxurious, and it hides dirt and dirt."

"Don't you have a dog's nose? Can't you smell that lewd-rancid stench? ”

"Yingge Yan dance, pink and fat, chaotic sex, even forcing good people to be prostitutes, self-recommended as prostitutes, willing to be prostitutes, men and women, how many walking dead?"

"What's more, they are bold and reckless, reselling drugs, and leaving a disaster to their children and grandchildren. Tired and vicious, but evil? ”

"I'm telling you, these things don't have in Qingqingzijin Bar! There's nothing cleaner here than Qingqingzijin Bar! Who do you say is a demon? Who is evil? Where is the land of demons? ”

"Amitabha Buddha ....." The Master of the Seven Precepts shook his head with a sigh, and was about to argue a few words, when his expression suddenly changed, his body stiffened violently, and he immediately took five or six steps backwards.

It seems to be targeted by the beasts of the wilderness....

"Young man, what you said seems to be a bit crooked, we have a fate, we will meet again in the future, and the poor monk will go..."

The annoying seven-ring monk left, Zhang Xiaomo did not have the slightest excitement, but was like a punch on the cotton, aggrieved and annoyed.

I said so much from the bottom of my heart, and you just waved away? I have a fart fate with you, so we'd better never see each other again!

After snorting a few mouthfuls in the direction where the seven-ring monk left, Zhang Xiaomo calmed his chest and turned his head into the bar.

At this time, at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of Qingqing Zijin Bar, a figure disappeared immediately......

"Jiu Niang, Xiao Mo was not affected by the phantom incense last night, is he .....?"

"And the dead bald donkey, why is he eyeing Xiao Mo? Do you want me to ......?"

The delicate woman wrapped in a wide trench coat was silent in the dark for a long time.

"Maybe I misestimated it from the beginning, Xiao Mo is that person's son, how can it be ordinary?"

"But why did it suddenly change right under my nose? So caught off guard....."

The owner of the voice seemed to be a little agitated, but soon calmed down.

"I wanted to stay with him until he slowly grew old and died, but..."

"Sister Mei, we've been in this turbid world for a long time, haven't we? I'm a little homesick....."

"But, that's it.... Can you rest assured? ”

The delicate woman inside the trench coat seems to be struggling, and her eyebrows are tightly locked, and she will not disperse for a long time.

"I'll get him to the ...... on that road safely."

Zhang Xiaomo couldn't know about the conversation that happened upstairs, and he was still immersed in the confusion in his heart at this time.

The dead bald donkey was annoying, but... Qingqing Zijin Bar is indeed very mysterious, just like its owner, Jiu Niang, which is the last thing he wants to face.

He didn't want the peace and warmth between him and Jiu Niang to be broken, even if Jiu Niang was really a cup of poisoned wine, he was willing to drink it.

What's more, how could Jiu Niang hurt him?

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Aren't you tired? Didn't you sleep well today, did you? ”

Du jumped to Zhang Xiaomo's side, blinked his big eyes and asked gently. "It's okay, if you're tired, just lie down and sleep, my sister can be busy alone. Hee-hee...."

Du Jumping's gentle concern warmed Zhang Xiaomo's bad mood.

Oh, yes... Even if Jiu Niang is not an ordinary person, isn't she ordinary now? Why bother with these?

Jiu Niang, Sister Mei, and Sister Hopping, which of them doesn't really care about themselves? Why should I bother.

I really don't know how blessed I am, for the sake of that old bald donkey's words, to worry about people who really care about me in vain, what a bastard!

Monks really don't have a good class?

Zhang Xiaomo, who wanted to open everything, suddenly felt in a good mood, looking at the cute face of Du Jumping, who came closely, and the ghost made God pinch it on the round face, so soft... It's slippery...

This is not the end, he actually put his hand under his nose and sniffed it lightly, it is so fragrant....

"Ahh It hurts.... Hop Hop Sister, you tap, I was wrong... I was wrong...."

Du Jump, who was red-eared after being molested, grabbed Zhang Xiaomo's head in his arms and shook it vigorously.

"Stinky little powder... Stinky little powder... Stinky little powder... Your family..."

Of course, Zhang Xiaomo cooperated, and begged for mercy even more eagerly.

In fact, the pure Du Jumping is really silly and cute, she doesn't know that her "punishment" is simply fragrant for boys.

Zhang Xiaomo, a scumbag who was tightly held in her arms, didn't know how much fragrant soft tofu she had eaten.

Zhang Xiaomo, who was finally let go by Du Jumping, obediently apologized, but Du Jumpy had a satisfied expression of 'teaching Zhang Xiaomo a hard lesson'.

At this time, Lin Baixue came over and laughed with Du Yue, and there was a hint of playful eyes from time to time, which made Zhang Xiaomo on the side embarrassed.

Of course, Lin Baixue saw everything just now, she was not as easy to deceive as Du Jumping, and she saw through Zhang Xiaomo's scumbag obscene methods at once.

Looking at the two beauties with different temperaments in front of him, one is beautiful and the other is cute, Zhang Xiaomo took a deep breath of satisfaction, and the body fragrance of the two stunning beauties was inhaled into his lungs at the same time, and his spirit was slightly intoxicated.

Slowly, there were more and more customers in the bar, and when it was midnight, the indescribable faint incense appeared again, and the air was filled with a purple gas that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The bar entered a dream-like state again, and all the male and female customers showed intoxicated expressions, lying there soft and comfortable.

This kind of intoxication is very weird, and it seems to be a little sober in the addiction, like a guest, when his mobile phone rings, he immediately comes to his senses. When he finished answering the phone, he lay back on the couch, and quickly fell into that intoxication.

There are also barmaids and Lin Baixue, who can effectively complete their work while intoxicated.

It seems that this incense only puts your spirit into the most relaxed and comfortable state, but it does not numb the nerves.

The inexplicable extreme magic is the weird and almost demonic.

Zhang Xiaomo supported a few guests who were leaving, and when he sent the drunken guests out of the door, the guests immediately came to their senses and left with steady steps.

Back and forth several times, it's like this. Zhang Xiaomo really wanted to understand the mystery, not because he doubted Jiu Niang, but because he wanted to clarify for Jiu Niang.

Although Jiu Niang is mysterious, she is not a demon, and she will not harm anyone.

Just when Zhang Xiaomo didn't know what to do, he thought of the spell he had obtained from the Dragon Tortoise Spell Seal, the Tortoise Shell Binding Technique.

If this spell is applied to the host itself, it will imprison the host's abilities, allowing him to become an ordinary person completely.

Without the ubiquitous bonus of a warrior's physique, he thought he would be as intoxicated by incense as the drinker, and he wanted to try it for himself, the intoxicating feeling of the mysterious incense.

Intending to do this, Zhang Xiaomo secretly came to the bathroom, slowly closed his eyes, and kept recalling the release method of the spell in his mind.

A drop of blood flowed out with a slight stroke of the finger on the finger, but the strange thing was that the blood dripped quietly on the fingertip like mercury and did not disperse for a long time.

Spell seals are supernatural powers that dissolve in the bloodline, so any spell derived from the spell mark needs to be mediated by the host's blood.

Zhang Xiaomo closed his eyes and looked extremely solemn. Suddenly, he slowly raised his hands and began to seal, a little slowly but meticulously. Then he whispered, "Open...."

I saw that the drop of blood on his fingertips instantly disintegrated into a faint blood mist with the sound of the cry, converging into a suspicious tortoise shell. An eerie sink floated between the palms of his hands.

Zhang Xiaomo took a deep breath, held his breath, and carefully imprinted the faint tortoiseshell blood mist on his chest, and the tortoiseshell blood mist instantly integrated into his body after it touched his body.

There seemed to be a shackled voice in the dark......

"Ahem...."

Zhang Xiaomo coughed violently, panting, his face was a little pale, and he held on to the wall tightly so as not to fall.

He felt the weight of 10,000 catties on his body, and this pressure was evenly attached to every cell and nerve in him. Inside and out, it's transparent.

"Now I'm just an ordinary person? Back to before receiving the legacy? Feeling the unspeakable pressure all over his body, "It turns out that I used to live so hard?" ”

When he had just accepted the inheritance and gained great power, in fact, he did not have a huge gap in his heart, or he had, but he did not image it concretely.

And now that he has been imprisoned by spells and has been reduced to an ordinary person again, he clearly feels how big a gap there is between a martial artist and a mortal?

How precious is the inheritance he has received!

After hiding in the toilet and getting used to it, when he felt that he was in control of the body as he had in the past, he turned back to the lobby of the bar.