Chapter 13: I'm Dead, I'm Alive
Song Jingfang stepped on the last step of the staircase, and the complete platform was revealed.
"Boom~Boom~"
A horse-drawn carriage flew from afar in a sharp position, and the fluorescent cuckold was dazzling.
The white, chubby, cuckold, cold-faced young man tightened the reins, the three divine horses neighed, and the carriage stopped steadily in front of Song Jing.
The green-hat boy looked at her with a faint expression, his face was so stinky that Song Jingfang's "amiable" smile had not yet fully unfolded, and the young man withdrew and looked ahead.
Bear child, no manners! It's the same as I owe you eight hundred dollars.
I'm a mature adult, and I don't know like you little kid.
Song Jingfang lifted one foot, propped himself on the carriage pedal, and with a kick of his hind foot, he climbed onto the carriage smoothly.
From the window of the car, the old monk below was still struggling to fight. Looking at the situation, he has reached the end of the crossbow, and She Shanjun doesn't have to fight back, just wait for the old monk's strengthening secret method to overdraw his vitality, and just pick up the cheap.
The little monk wanted to join the battle to help his master, but he should have been hit by She Shanjun's tail, and he was vomiting blood under the wall at this time.
Old monk, little monk, I'm gone. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I'm just an ordinary mortal. May the Buddha bless you, and your compassion for the world and sacrificing yourself as a human being is admirable.
Sincerely wishing, the head retracted back to the carriage, "Little handsome guy, let's go." β
The cuckold boy didn't move, the tips of his ears were bloodshot, and he held back two words for a long time, "Fare." β
Car, fare......
"How do you pay for this, silver or RMB?"
This question was quite uncomfortable, because she didn't have either silver or RMB.
"A little red flower." The cuckold replied quickly.
Little saffron?
Wait, let me ask, "What are you talking about?" "Is it the little red flower I wanted, the kind that can show off all day long on the small blackboard in kindergarten.
The green-hat boy spread out his palm, and a five-petaled little red flower floated out, no different from the red red flower in the kindergarten.
"Well, can you take credit? I promise to give it to you as soon as I get back. β
Come, look at my big sincere eyes. Sao Nian, let me tell you, when I go back, I will cut a bunch of little red flowers for you, and let you paste one and tear one by one.
The green-hat boy finally turned his head and looked at Song Jingfang, his face flushed, "I don't have the money to get out of the car." β
Song Jingfang grabbed it all of a sudden, shook his head desperately, and never got out of the car, absolutely not getting out of the car.
"Get out of the car!" The young man's face turned red, and he dared to ride in the overlord car.
"No, I don't!" Get out of the car, if she dares to get out of the car, She Shanjun will dare to slap her to death with one tail.
The cuckold boy pursed his lips, his eyes bulging, and his fleshy face trembled suspiciously. Song Jingfang held his breath nervously, he shouldn't be angry with her.
Put on a pitiful and miserable expression, trying to arouse the sympathy of the cuckold boy.
However, Song Jingfang ushered in the big hand of the teenager.
It's really a big hand, the young man's hand is extremely big, and when he stretched it out, Song Jingfang even felt that that hand could directly crush his little head.
The thick palms of her hands were pinched on her fragile little shoulders, and she was once again lifted up like a chick.
Song Jingfang was carried out of the carriage by the cuckold boy and hung in the air.
"Big brother! What are you going to do, calm down, I'll give you a little red flower when I really go back, a bunch! β
Her "sincere call" failed to arouse even a little pity in the heart of the cuckold boy, and he let go mercilessly.
It's over, it's really going to die this time.
Whew~ The familiar feeling of weightlessness.
In just three days, I was lost three times, and my mother really doesn't have to worry about my fear of heights anymore~
When death came, Song Jingfang was thinking about something messy.
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The old monk pulled out a stick, and the momentum visible to the naked eye was sluggish, and the time was up.
She Shanjun twisted his snake waist and easily dodged it, "hiss~" Excitedly stuck out his tongue, and his slender tongue bent out of a bewitching flower, and a sonic boom was played in the air.
The snake tail rolled up the old monk, dying, out of breath more and less in, sure that he couldn't come out and jump around blindly, She Shanjun simply threw the old monk to a certain corner and let him fend for himself.
Stretching out his hand to use his mana, he scooped up the treasure coffin from the big pit in the air.
"Bang-"
A black shadow fell from the sky, and the coffin smashed back into the pit.
Suddenly, blood flowed and covered the entire coffin. Under She Shanjun's disbelief, the golden rune civilization flickered and shattered.
Surprised, She Shanjun waved away the little mouse that fell to death on the coffin board with one hand.
The hand touched the lid of the coffin without hindrance and pushed it away.
Inside the coffin, a dry corpse.
She Shanjun, who had never had much emotion, was very excited when he saw this dried corpse with fine eyes.
The coffin lid was closed, and a drop of blood fell.
The dried corpse instantly became plump and moist, and the sleeping beauty lying in the coffin ...... Sleeping beautiful man.
The change was too sudden, and She Shanjun took a step back, watching the coffin vigilantly, always ready to fight.
The dry corpse opened its eyes.
Isn't she dead? Song Jingfang woke up from the darkness.
It's so crowded, Song Jingfang twisted her body awkwardly, she seemed to be lying in a coffin, grabbed the edge and sat up.
Youkai!
collided face-to-face with She Shanjun, and Song Jingfang jumped out of the coffin with flexible legs and feet. His mind was so busy running for his life that he didn't have time to think about how he woke up from his coffin.
She Shanjun's body was like lightning, and he stopped in front of Song Jingfang in the blink of an eye.
I'll go!
Song Jingfang ran fiercely, and her strong inertia made her too late to brake and collide with She Shanjun.
βbangβββ
She Shanjun was knocked away by Song Jingfang.
Bump...... Fly...... Finish......
Am I so powerful, Song Jingfang was shocked in place
She Shanjun lay on the ground and vomited a pool of blood, the blood contained highly poisonous, corroding a hole in the ground.
He stared at Song Jingfang with fear, the news of the heavenly machine was wrong, and the monk Xuancian actually left a secret door in his body.
The snake's pupils trembled, his eyes dimmed for a minute, and She Shanjun's snake tail swung away from the spot.
Song Jingfang was messy, did she beat the big monster away, she couldn't figure it out, and she habitually scratched her head.
Smooth and slippery.
No, I only have no hair on the back of my head, how can I fall and become bald!
Song Jing only realized the abnormality of his body, and his mind went blank.
Hurriedly ran back, the treasure coffin was empty, and "I" fell to the ground bleeding from the seven orifices.
Dead, she really fell to her death.
"Boom!"
Without the slightest defense, lightning struck Song Jingfang's feet, stirring up dust and dust. Before it was finished, two more strikes, and the lightning struck down in exactly the same posture.
Life is really too difficult, Song Jingfang convulsed and fell to the ground, his legs were pitch black, and there was a faint smell of burnt meat.
After three splits, the horse is completed, the black clouds disperse, and the bright plate reappears.
Song Jingfang lay on the ground and did not move, his brain was a mess.
Is she soul wearing, yes, she is soul wearing, and she is wearing the big guy in the treasure coffin.
"Master, Master!"
Yuan Zhi ran over with the old monk in his arms and knelt down for Song Jingfang.
"Master, please save Master!"