"Are you a typical idiot!?"

I took back the cloud suppression microphone and the yin rumor guitar, and took out the southern fourteen, who was good at jamming, from the space backpack and pressed it against his head: "Do you think my gun can kill ghosts?" We're five cents!? ”

"Did the dog jump off the wall in a hurry?!"

The remnant soul of Joy sneered and mocked: "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Ruling King now needs to rely on these useless things to kill me and other evil demons!." It's ridiculous that you've regained your strength! ”

"Where's your body?!"

I pulled the trigger and waited for the time to shoot successfully, and continued to fight with the dragon gate array: "It's such a big thing, it's a ghost brake and a soul poison, and here, I don't believe you're just trying to complete this." You must have bigger plans! A first-class yin can die with you, let alone overthrow the underworld! You're so choking when you enter the gate of the capital city! ”

The gun never went off, and the shit luck of the lucky dice didn't know where.

Leqing Remnant stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and actually took the initiative to tell me about his secret plan: "It's really not like this, but you can't eat it into a big fat man." Now the world must not allow such evil things as us to exist, we can only come step by step, change our identity and start all over again! ”

"For example?"

"Hehehe...... There's already something to try for me. ”

…………

Luo Daxian almost hung a round and translucent LED light behind him, and added a lotus seat, and sat on the street, and someone definitely gave incense.

Pity.

Lao Zhou was born and has never had faith until now.

If anything, he once believed in the red power, and firmly believed in the spiritual food handed down by the great man. It's a pity that he has long lost his faith now, and he believes in himself even more, so he has no respect for Luo Daxian.

even saw at a glance that something was wrong with this Luo Daxian in front of him.

Lao Zhou blinked his eyes, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and smoked a few puffs as if to extend his life: "You look funny too!" It's pretty awesome that a ghost can do this! So be it! You tell me where my godson is, and then I get my godson back. As for what happens to you, let my godson decide, at least better than you let me beat to death. ”

"Kill me?"

Luo Daxian didn't dare to believe it, nodded his finger at his big bald head, and ridiculed Lao Zhou loudly with the Guanwai accent he had learned over the years: "How can you brag so much?!" I have to have your picture on the wall of my house when I go back!? Have you rubbed mahjong with Muhammad, Jehovah, and Taishang Laojun!? ”

"it?!"

"Okay, let's do it!"

The two of them don't have the slightest master's frame, so much like a street slipper holding a pickaxe.

Merely.

After making an agreement.

Lao Zhou carried the short knife on his shoulder without moving, and even muttered two Buddhist scriptures: "For the sake of nothing, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the heart is free of obstacles, there is no obstacle so there is no terror, far from all upside-down dreams, Nirvana ......."

"Boom, boom."

Luo Daxian pinched his hands into an Arhat fist print, reciting the six-character mantra of Buddhism, a jumper jumped down the stairs, and his fists were raised high and fell suddenly towards Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou still closed his eyes, reciting the scriptures of super-purifying his heart in his mouth, his body moved slightly sideways to successfully dodge Luo Daxian's fists, and then his left hand was pinched into three mountain seals, and the muscles of the body's neck, hips, and calves were three points and one line at the same time, and the handprints were slapped on Luo Daxian's body: "The left hand is beating the heavenly drum!" Eight hundred ghosts! ”

"Bang ......"

Luo Daxian had an entity after the transformation of the other side flower, but he was also stumbled by Lao Zhou, and he couldn't help but wonder where the withered middle-aged man in front of him was!? I've never heard of this person in this black land before!

"The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble ......"

Lao Zhou turned his mouth, took advantage of the victory to chase after the left fist of his left hand and gathered enough strength to slash three times in the air, and then took two steps forward and smashed towards the position of Luo Daxian judged by listening to the sound. Immediately, the knife in his right hand was lowered from his shoulder, and the red rope and jade were swayed slightly forward in front of his lower abdomen.

Then Lao Zhou suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and the fist in his left hand suddenly turned into a lotus mark and slashed at Luo Daxian with the knife in his right hand.

"Impermanence!"

Luo Daxian saw that it was difficult to dodge Lao Zhou's short knife, so he shouted loudly that he could control himself through ghost belief and painstakingly cultivate a good Buddha light.

The light of the Buddha that has changed its flavor flickered.

Lao Zhou hurriedly closed his eyes again, but he still felt that his eyes were almost blinded by the Buddha's light. The knife was embedded in the Buddha's light and it was difficult to take an inch, and the Buddha's light was firmly locked, and Sister Luo Daxian took this opportunity to punch Lao Zhou's chest.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Lao Zhou took a few steps back and knelt on one knee on the ground, coughing violently.

The short knife was on the Buddha's light, and the red rope was broken on his little finger.

Luo Daxian glanced at Fang Fat Man with disdain, then sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched out the most common handprints in Buddha statues, and said the scriptures without shame: "Those who are accessible without hindrance, get the Dharma seal, and there is no obstacle to access; If you get the king's seal, you will have nothing to do. Ask: What is the Dharma seal? Answer: There are three kinds of Dharma seals: first, all the Dharma is promising, and thoughts are impermanent; Both, all dharmas have no self; Three, extinguishing nirvana. ”

Such a posture can arouse Fang Fatzi's self-esteem.

As a result, Fang Fatzi's potential exploded unprecedentedly, and the sword qi condensed into a three-meter-long sword, piercing through the roof, and slashing at Luo Daxian with a sword on the roof to make up for the lack of Lao Zhou's attack.

"Poof!"

The sword qi slashed into the Buddha's light.

It is the same as the short knife, and entering the Buddha's light is like a stone sinking into the sea.

Fang Fatzi really struck with all his strength, and he was so tired that he still didn't let go of the bronze sword when he drooled, and he gradually increased his strength and output the little true qi he had already cultivated.

And the worst part is.

Luo Daxian read the scriptures, and the voice reached Fang Fatzi's ears.

How could Fang Fatzi, who had just been determined for a few days, withstand the hypocrisy of wanting to untie the knot in his heart for him, Fang Fatty's hands trembled and his Dao heart was about to be destroyed, and the Dao Fanyin Sadness and Compassion seemed to overtake the mistakes that Fang Fatzi had indulged in before.

Who hasn't made a mistake?!

Fang Fatzi saw it, and saw the girl who had aborted for him.

Fang Fatzi saw it, and saw the fifty yuan that he had earned by fraud.

Fang Fatzi saw it, and saw the lonely old man who had deceived him.

There is a saying from the system mother that is very true.

Fang Fat Man and I are very lacking in morality, and we can't wash it white.

But then.

Fang Fatzi saw it again, and saw the old man who had asked him to help.

Fang Fatzi saw it again, and saw the money that had been donated for the water drops to help others.

Fang Fatzi saw it again, and saw the children in the orphanage who had been smiling because of him.

This moment of time.

Let Fang Fatzi be ashamed of his conscience, and feel that a harmonious society is very beautiful.

When he was about to wake up from Sanskrit, the scene in front of him changed.

Turned into a sea of blood, corpses were all over the field, and the limbs and wreckage were pieced together into a strange symbol, Yin Ruhua sat on the throne in the middle of the sea of blood, holding an arm in his hand and chewing slowly to taste the refreshing feeling of minced meat.

Yin Ruhua looked up and just saw Fang Fatzi, looking puzzled.

Fang Fatzi looked up and just saw Yin like a flower, and he was relieved.

"Flowey ......"

Fang Fatzi shouted that the woman he wanted to protect the most was affectionate.

"Who are you!?"

Yin Ruhua stood up from the throne in a black floral dress, and looked at Fang Fat with cold eyes, as if she didn't know him at all.

"I ......"

Fang Fat Man is like a fish in his throat, like sitting on pins and needles.

"Are you here to kill me too?!"

Yin Ruhua waved her hand as if to show her strong strength: "Look, these people all want to kill me, but now they are all dead!"

"Flowey ......"

The moment Fang Fatzi signed the Yin contract with Yin Ruhua, he was in touch with Yin Ruhua. He knew that this girl was very extreme, and he knew that this girl might suddenly kill him one day...... But none of these can stop Fang Fatzi from liking her simple and bright smile, like her clumsy way to learn to wash clothes and cook, and like her way of living harder for him.

Meanwhile.

Yin Ruhua, who was sitting in the small shop waiting for Fang Fatzi's return, suddenly felt that her heart was being pricked with a needle, she felt that Fang Fatzi was suffering a catastrophe of life and death, and this catastrophe was related to her.

She frowned, no longer the silly and sweet image of the past, gently smoothed her waist-length hair, and murmured: "Who dares to hurt my husband?"