Chapter 851: The Man Who Picked Up the Embroidered Shoes

"When the child is born, a yang is born, and at noon a yin is born! The child does not ask God to ask the hexagram! I don't eat at noon! I don't believe that I can't kill you, so I will be killed again!"

"Slash again!"

"Slash again!"

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The tall and unangry voice in the sky, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, fell again and again, as if it exploded in his ears, obviously not what the other party was saying, but listening to it in Fang Zheng's ears seemed to be cheering for him. Then, as the myth says to the gods, something in the void will be cut down.

This situation and this scene are so similar to the red gourd in the hands of Lu Zhudao people, it is like a mythological revival.

As long as the person who is illuminated by the red gourd of the immortal slashing will immediately fall into a coma. Lu Zhudao people read the sentence "Please baby turn around" again, and the head fell to the ground, no matter how powerful the person was, he would hit 100%.

The Zi Shi in front of him is like a flying knife for cutting immortals, there is no trace to be found, there is nowhere to hide, and 100% of it will be cut.

It is also extremely evil and impossible to hide.

This voice was clearly asking God to ask for a hexagram when he was killing a son

If it weren't for the spiritual world here, if it was in the real world outside, Fang Zheng would have died many times.

Even in the spiritual world, if it weren't for Fang Zheng's powerful divine soul cultivation, as well as the transformation of anger and death, without one of them, it would also be a dead ending, and he would not be able to escape from this imperial examination room at all.

Poof!

Bang bang!

The parts of the demon ape's body were cut off piece by piece, and they fled in embarrassment, boom!

The stone path was filled with smoke and dust.

Fang Zheng finally escaped into the stone road and escaped for the time being, and the voice in the sky that was not angry and self-righteous also disappeared at this time.

It is confined to the imperial examination room with disordered memory.

It's understandable.

This is like the junction of two resentful memories, neither of them can take a step beyond the thunder pool and affect the other.

"Heh!heh!"

"Huh!"

The tall demon ape stood in the stone road, filled with smoke and dust, and there were two scarlet eyes with an unruly and extremely vicious aura, panting in his mouth, looking at the imperial examination room outside the stone road.

"This thing is just like the Immortal Cutting Flying Knife of the Red Gourd for Cutting Immortals, it's simply incomprehensible! I can't even see who the enemy is and where the attack is coming from, how can I fight it!"

"I don't know if there is really a red gourd for cutting immortals, and a flying knife for cutting immortals, if I can get such a mythical magic weapon, wouldn't I be able to block and kill gods in the future, and the Buddha will block and kill the Buddha, and go sideways from now on?"

Fang Zheng laughed, a little self-deprecating that he really dared to be lewd.

This is like a poor dick silk lust The daughter of the world's top 500 companies puts down her figure and family wealth and favors a poor dick.

"I'm suffering a lot of damage now, and I have to find some ghost food to heal my damaged soul. Moreover, this place is too evil, my spiritual and martial arts cultivation is not enough, I can only wait for my cultivation to be more refined in the future, and then I will explore this ghost place. ”

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It's night.

After the rain, the night sky is like washing, and it is rare to see a few stars in the sky above the heavily polluted city, which can make the little guy in clothes very happy.

The number of times you see a star in a year in the city can be counted on ten fingers.

Can a child be upset.

Fang Zheng, who had withdrawn from the spiritual world of the deceased, continued to the old street with Yiyi, Xiao Hei, and Chuanpu sheep after entering the night.

As he walked, Yiyi saw a can and bottle on the side of the road, and the two lights in his eyes lit up suddenly.

Then the little guy happily picked up the can, and put it in the Sichuan spectrum sheep's feet money, and asked Uncle Yang to help her step on the flat cans and bottles, at this time Xiao Hei didn't know where to pick up a black plastic bag, and helped Yiyi to load the flattened cans and bottles.

A sheep, a pet, a person, actually cooperate tacitly.

Fang Zheng asked Chuanpu Yang curiously, are they supporting the cause of environmental protection?

Soon, Fang Zheng knew the answer.

Because for more than a month, the handicraft wood carving has not been sold, Yiyi has no pocket money, and Fang Zheng promised to take Yiyi to the zoo to see the brain axe, the small axe, and also take Yiyi out for travel, so Yiyi is trying to save money for travel and tickets.

The way to get money quickly is written in the criminal law, so a sheep, a pet, and a person carrying Fang Zheng on his back doesn't know when to mutter, and after discussion, there is a tacit understanding scene in front of him.

Looking at a sheep, a pet, a person with three backs, on the side of the road at night, happy for a can bottle, all the complicated tastes in Fangzheng's heart came to his heart for a while.

Founder's education of clothing has always been the glory of labor.

He didn't look down on any industry, but he was a little distressed and too sensible.

"We already have the money for the road and the zoo tickets, you see I've been busy forgetting these days, the wood carvings I took from the store last time have all been sold, so we're going to get the money, we already have the money for the road and the tickets. ”

After hearing this, Yiyi hugged Fangzheng happily.

The little one is happy to be happy.

A child who is only a few years old can't tell what a white lie is, but innocently and completely believes everything Fang Zheng said.

This stems from a child's trust and attachment to an adult.

"Yiyi's little niece said, can you go to KFC first, she hasn't invited the 'little sister' in the sarcophagus to eat KFC for several days, she promised the 'little sister', every time she eats KFC one and a half, the 'little sister' is so painful and lonely every day, Yiyi is very sad, and the 'little sister' is not sad to eat KFC. ”

The Chuanpu sheep on the side, at this time, came over, the sheep's head gently touched the clothes, just like a person stretched out his palm to caress the child, licking the calf deeply.

One big and one small held hands, followed by a sheep and a cat, and killed directly to 24H KFC.

When the clothes were delivered to the "nursery", Fang Zheng was just about to leave the old street, but suddenly, in the old street, which was popular after nightfall, a takeaway boy rode a Yadea electric car, crying and crying while riding into the old street.

The two sides of the old street are planted with a huge canopy of hundred-year-old sycamores, the sunshine is insufficient, the air is cool, and it is even more gloomy at night, there is not a pedestrian on the road, but suddenly someone howls and cries into the old street, and people who don't know still think that someone is crying and mourning, and suddenly it is ghostly.

The takeaway brother howled and cried, and drove straight to the store, and finally Yadea's electric car stopped at the door of the store.

Then under Fang Zheng's stunned gaze, the takeaway brother parked the car, and then cried and shouted in the store: "Woo, woo, who of you ordered takeout? Who is Mr. Fu?"

Fang Zheng glanced at the takeaway brother quite sympathetically.

I can't accompany you when I move bricks, I can't move bricks with you, seeing this takeaway brother crying so sadly, it seems that this takeaway brother is having an awkward quarrel with his little girlfriend, and the two quarreled, but he didn't forget to deliver takeaway to work conscientiously.

In the next second, Fang Zheng was curious again, in the past six months, this is the first time that Mr. Fu has ordered takeout, it turns out that Mr. Fu still has time to eat takeout?