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A host who is least like a host is playing against a guest who is least like a guest.

Yuan Su was wearing a water-blue robe with an exquisite style, sitting on his lap, holding a white child, and a cup of tea was parked in his hand.

Bodhi Zi was dressed in a loose cotton suit, or a nightgown would be more suitable, and sat on a bamboo chair with a fat melon in his hand.

Looking at the fight on the chessboard, Kuroko obviously fell behind, and every time he was about to run out of water, Bodhizi would take out his killer weapon - regret chess.

It's not just that Yuan Su is too bored or too lazy to care, and let him regret it again and again. So the chess was still played unhurriedly.

Originally, Yuan Sheng was still holding the white cat that had grown up to watch the game, but later he yawned and said when he left that he didn't want to take another look even if he added ten chicken legs to him during dinner.

"I'm really not worried about your apprentice? As far as I know, there are no low-handed hands below level 5 in the miasma. ”

And Yang Muqing's death can only be regarded as level four, which can be regarded as the average level of the Xuan Master.

"I gave him so many good things when he left~ pressing the bottom of the box, if he is really invincible, I don't have the face to save him."

Bodhizi happily nibbled on the melon and began to think about regretting the seventh chess piece.

Yuan Su took a sip of tea and turned a blind eye to his fiddling with chess pieces.

"It should be more than that, right?"

There was a playful expression on his face that had always been as indifferent as an iceberg, and when Bodhizi finally figured out which move to take, he blocked all Bodhizi's chess paths with lightning speed.

If there is still a way to live, regretting chess can still earn life, but now that the army is defeated, Bodhi Zi has no interest in continuing to play tricks.

"How is it always that you win? It's boring, it's boring, it's not going down! ”

He shook the chess pieces in his hand, completely lay down on the bamboo chair, took a straw hat casually, covered Yuan Su's line of sight, and pretended to doze.

"You've figured out a way to suppress his true spiritual power, right? If my prediction is correct, the power of the Heavenly Mystery of this Jiazi is hidden in the body of your precious apprentice, right? ”

Yuan Su turned his head to look at the red carp with the residual lotus in the lake, and calmly told his guess.

"Could it be that even you covet it? Because of this, you are ten times better to him than to me? ”

Bodhi Zi not only did not deny it, but also complained sourly by the way.

The eyes of the two people were facing each other across a half-new straw hat, one was true and the other was false, naturally the weak-hearted one was defeated first and continued to pretend to sleep.

Blazing Yang Village, villa.

These so-called Yin soldiers summoned by Monk Musheng are all sneaky soldiers accumulated over the years, and they all seem to be the ancestors of the villagers, but they don't know how many lonely souls and wild ghosts in the vicinity are mixed with the resentment and evil spirits, and they no longer recognize their descendants.

Evil deeds are ghostly, and evil is outwardly visible, so everyone can see it.

The villagers of Chiyang Village were superstitious, and when they saw the situation of a hundred ghosts walking at night and the Yin soldiers opening the way, instead of dodging or evading, they opened the doors and windows one by one, burned incense and candles, and knelt down on the side of the road.

Yang Muqing saw this situation, his heart seemed to be repeatedly roasted on an iron plate, the situation was dangerous, but no one present could stop the attack of the Yin soldiers except himself, he couldn't be so naïve as to think that Monk Musheng was just summoning and playing and didn't want to kill......

Not only killed, but it was a killing without a trace before, and this time it was a reckless massacre!

Master said that everyone in the miasma is crazy, and it is true.

Monk Mu Sheng admired Yang Muqing's embarrassment with a smile, and his heart was very happy.

A grand performance, if there is no matching audience, will be very lonely.

"Yang Muqing, don't always think about taking care of the overall situation, concentrate on it, and only by restraining him can there be a turnaround!"

Murong Cao was outside, and he could see it clearly, whether it was the gray rabbit or the ghost array, they were all controlled by Monk Musheng, he was waiting for Yang Muqing to mess with himself, you must know that there are too many people who want to save a person, and there are too many things that he cares about, but it is easy to lose more.

The principle of capturing the thief and capturing the king first is a bit old-fashioned, but it is also the most effective.

Yang Muqing heard Murong Cao's words, and also understood that he was lacking in skills now, so he simply closed his eyes, fully opened his five senses and six senses, and a peachwood sword was placed across his chest, blocking all the ways of Monk Musheng.

Murong Cao saw that he had calmed down, and felt that he couldn't sit still, so he had to find a way to do something.

The gray rabbits outside the protective wall are all as fat as piglets, and I really don't know what they grew up eating......

The corners of Murong Cao's eyes hooked, and he had an expedient plan.

She pulled Wang Sanfang over and said something, Wang Sanfang nodded again and again, and pulled Li Hang and Niu Hao to the house.

"What are you doing, such a wonderful show, it's a pity to miss it!"

Li Hang was very reluctant, but Wang Sanfang ignored him this time, this is a fatal juncture, this brother is not only timid, but also has thick nerves.

Murong Cao took a deep breath and took out the only object he brought out from the spirit from the small bag he was carrying this time, which was a bright red ocarina with a hovering beauty snake painted on it, and it had a very powerful name - "Soul Temptation".

Legend has it that the previous owner of the "Soul Temptation" once relied on it to bring the three thousand evil ghosts that slipped out of the ghost gate back to the underworld from the world, but this person never returned to the world, only this ocarina was found in a wilderness, and after being handed over by several people, it was recovered by Murong Cao at a high price.

Murong Cao had never blown it before, but this time she still wanted to try.

The Musheng monk and Yang Muqing in the field were entangled together again, a layer of spikes drilled out of the surface of the wooden fish in the hands of the Musheng monk, and there was an extra chain at the end, and the wooden fish became an iron spike ball, frantically smashing towards Yang Muqing, Yang Muqing struggled to block with the wooden sword, every time the wooden sword collided with the iron thorn ball, a spark would flash, and a piercing sound of gold would be heard.

Yang Muqing's wooden sword did not cut the Musheng monk, but either cut off a finger or broke a bone, but the Musheng monk was like a growing ball of meat, the growth speed was far better than the speed of injury, and it would recover in a few seconds.

And when Yang Mu was smashed, it was more miserable, and the white shirt was soon covered with blood, which was shocking to see.

If you continue to fight like this, even if you are not stoned to death, you will die of excessive blood loss.