In the end, it was Wuyang and the fat man who came out,

Probably because the other party is not strong, or even a little weak.

The target is what Lao Wu is looking for,

Lao Wu has robbed his house for so many years, and he is still safe and sound.

It depends not only on the sense of smell of treasures, but also on the iron rules of not provoking hard stubble.

When Wuyang saw Lao Wu sitting in a wine house full of immortal cultivators,

When I was changing cups with a group of loose cultivators,

He knew that everything was stable, and everything was stable.

In the past, others told Wuyang to have eyes to find beauty,

Now Wuyang can swear to tell him,

You just need to know who has the eye to find beauty,

Follow him and hold him tight.

"Brother Wu, it's okay to mix, you can take your little brother out to swagger across the street,

Aren't you afraid that the Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect will arrest you?"

"Hey, look at what you said,

My Ghost Fire Sect costume was also carefully selected by myself.

Counting the days, it doesn't have to be how short the time of the Ghost King Sect is...

What's the matter, if he can use it, I can't?"

said that the spit was flying, Lao Wu was not grand enough,

He lifted the collar of his shirt and revealed the gold trim under the collar.

"You are bullying and bullying him, and the Ghost King Sect is in trouble now, wait for him to free his hand, see if you dare to fart. ”

It was a hook-nosed monk who spoke, as if he felt that what he said was reasonable,

Still unfinished, he picked up the wine cup and wanted to take a sip, but as soon as the wine was in his mouth, he spit it out again.

"Phew, this broken wine, Lao Tzu is about to make a fortune, Xiao Er, good wine. ”

"Isn't this the Elder of the Divine Sound Sect, and this idle and elegant caregiver to take care of other people's affairs, I heard that your sect is about to give the Divine Wind Sect a place to be plugged here, it's okay, if you are not willing to do it in the Divine Sound Sect, I still have something to say here in the Ghost Fire Sect." ”

Lao Wu was not annoyed by being sarcastic, he glanced at the person who came, and said without being salty or light.

"I can't say where it is, but brother, I have an order recently, I don't know if you dare to take it from the Ghost Fire Sect. ”

After the hook nose finished speaking, he took the initiative to pick up the wine cup and sat down next to Lao Wu.

Lao Wu got closer without leaving a trace,

"I want to hear about it. ”

"Do you know the head of the kamikaze..."

After a lot of rambling, I finally knew about this hook-nosed monk's plan,

In short, five words, rob the kamikaze.

In the kamikaze faction, everyone is at risk.

Most of the guards at the door were gone, and only a few lay disciples were left to maintain it.

In the hall, a table tall child is next to an old man,

"Daddy, Abba is dead, and Feng'er can only rely on you. ”

The person who is called Daddy has a strange appearance, red eyebrows and long hair, and a slender body.

Although he sat politely in the side seat, his momentum was amazing, and his eyebrows would raise when he spoke.

"Don't worry, as long as the old slave is here, no one can touch a single hair of you. ”

The old man's surname is Huang, and his single name is a flute character.

Watching the young sect master grow up since he was a child, and inheriting the favor of the old sect master,

The more important Sect Master's wife was very wonderful, and the old man was fascinated in seconds.

When the young man named Feng'er threw himself on his knees, his heart trembled.

When he was rescued into the sect fifteen years ago, Lao Huang fell hopelessly in love with that woman.

It rained heavily that day, and Lao Huang was killed by the enemy.

When he accidentally broke into the Tianfeng Sect, which was still in the embryonic stage, there was no good meat on his body.

The old head of Jiazi is in his years, but he is very measured in his work.

stepped forward to talk and checked, and said that he couldn't be saved, so he was ready to give up the old decay,

Thanks to the wife of the sect master, who was still a girl at the time, she secretly stayed, personally took the medicine, and took care of it.

In the eyes of Lao Huang, Mrs. is the best girl in the world.

After healing, Lao Huang took the initiative to offer his ancestral secret method.

The sect master made up for the shortcomings, and his strength soared, which made several nearby sects breathless.

Lao Huang also got a name to stay.

But the sect master has grown his ability, and his heart is getting bigger and bigger.

This time he died on the way to take a concubine.

The shortcomings of the exercises are naturally what Lao Huang secretly told the enemy, and his own exercises are clear to him.

For the old disrespect, guarding such a beautiful and virtuous lady, day and night, it's really damned.

The young sect master got the old man's consent, and his brows were lightly spread, after all, he was a young man's heart,

jumped off the old man's lap, and trotted all the way to the wing,

entered the mahogany wing, closed the door, and his face immediately changed again,

He knew that the old man was not reliable either.

It has long been no secret that the old man covets his mother,

When his father was leaving, he secretly told him,

Be careful of Lao Huang, and if necessary, you need to eradicate him,

saved his life back then, and the second half of the secret method is still hidden and tucked.

Otherwise, if he is as talented as Lao Tzu, how can he still be just a high-level monk of the gods.

Outside the hall, there are people of all ages, each with ghostly thoughts.

Outside the hall, the old man is still fantasizing about the good times in the future,

The uninvited guests outside the door have arrived.

"Mrs. Wang, this is polite. ”

The person who came looked very festive, oily and powdery, fat head and big ears, and looked at the face of the person who was lucky and lucky.

It's just that the lewd light flashes between his eyes, covering up a bit of happiness.

The young sect master in the wing room heard the voice, he was born at a young age, and he was also considered to have good qualifications.

It's just that when this voice came in, I felt irritable in my heart, my blood was surging, and I was about to fall to the ground unconsciously.

With a light cough, a soft and boneless jade hand stretched out from the curtain and gently held the young sect master,

A beautiful young woman in the curtain, with a creamy skin, a plain and elegant temperament, and a very pretty figure.

His eyes sparkled, and he was also a brilliant monk.

"Little Yinfa, dare to shout here. ”

The old man interrupted the sound of the festive young man's voice with an angry roar at the right time,

"You old immortal want to eat alone, and you're not afraid of breaking that rotten cucumber?"

The two people in the wing room heard him laughing, the child was on his side again, and the beautiful woman's face was also slightly red.

Only the young sect master's hand was quietly clenched.

Although the old man was happy in his heart, he was still righteous and awe-inspiring,

"You are so bold, you are so flirtatious with the sect master's wife. ”

"Hmph, others don't know, we Divine Sound Sect don't know yet.

You betrayed your sect master, should no one really know?"

"You're farting!" a thunderous shout rang out.

Lao Huang, who was suddenly exposed, was a little caught off guard,

reacted, and did not hesitate to shoot, the wind bounced, and the psychology was set to pay attention.

I can't give this kid a chance to speak out again.

In the wing, I could only hear the sound of the two people fighting, and Yu Yuan,

The young sect master turned his head to the beautiful woman and said, "Mother, let's run,

With all the softness, why bother to suffer the anger of the old man. ”

"Feng'er, be cautious!" The beautiful woman sighed lightly,

"I don't know how to be a mother, it's just that the cultivation realm is weak and strong, we orphans and widows, relying on you Huang Lao is still a little hopeful,

At most, your mother promises you to try not to let him succeed. ”

In the back garden of the kamikaze, the two have invaded silently,

Obviously it is a medium-sized sect that has no Mahayana monks and can only hang the name of the sect.

There were no ghosts in the backyard of the sect, and poor Wuyang and the two wanted to catch someone and ask for directions.

When he was scratching his cheeks, he saw a child open the door and walk out.

The person is no more than the height of the table, and there is a bulging black-bottomed gold-rimmed storage bag hanging from his waist.