Seeing this, Chubby smiled crookedly, and he could see that this kid hated him a lot.

But I know that this is a typical psychology of saying that grapes are sour when he can't eat grapes, and in the final analysis, he is envious, jealous and hateful.

Chubby's sexual interest in that woman is definitely high enough, this is a matter of obvious lice on the monk's head, but, as a young man in his early twenties, I really understand his unfinished youthful restlessness.

Men, it's not too much.

was analyzing their psychological trend there, and Ms. Zhao had already pulled Jiu Ye to the side, and they were muttering there for a while and didn't know what they were talking about.

After about five minutes, the woman let out a long sigh of relief, and then, with a great joy of immortality, came over her, and pulled the boy away in a hurry.

"Look, let's work." Seeing that Xiaopang looked at the woman's back with an unhappy expression, the ninth master waved his hand and beckoned us over.

"What else are you doing?" Chubby said, still a little impatient.

"Move things away, it's not over yet! Can you kid do it, can't you think of anything other than a woman every day? The Ninth Master said, buttoning the back of Xiaopang's head.

"Yes." If there is an opportunity, I will naturally fall into the well.

"." Chubby said, glaring in my direction, and then the pair of little eyes narrowed together and put on a sinister look of "If you pretend to force me again, I'll tell you about your **".

Seeing him like this, I am helpless, so who said, never entangle with a lewd man like a little black fat man, because he will pull your discipline to the same level and easily defeat you with years of experience.

Thinking of this, I smiled and picked up the huge flower pot, which was so big that I was too tired to walk into the yard.

According to Ms. Zhao's intentions, we decided to burn it with fire.

Taoism believes that everything in the world is born from water and ends with fire, and in principle, there is nothing that cannot be refined by the true fire of Samadhi, so the method of burning fire is used very frequently when dealing with these things.

In order to let that thing have a good end, Jin Jiuye did not burn it on the spot, on the contrary, he raised an altar and threw it into the brazier after doing a ritual.

However, this thing is not as smooth as imagined.

It was evident that the cactus did not appreciate it very much, and was very stubborn, and when it was thrown into the brazier, it did not burn immediately, nor did it resist at all, but stood in the fire, and a "pockmarked face" full of thorns looked at us, and seemed to smile.

Looking at the bear-like look, it really reminds me of an unusually familiar classic sentence.

Whether you look or not, I am there, immortal and immortal.

"Huh." Thinking of this, I accidentally laughed, and the ninth master glared at me, and did not take any other measures.

In this way, after more than ten hours, it stood quietly on the spot, waiting for Ms. Zhao to rush back with the pink shirt, and it maintained a good posture safe and sound.

Awesome.

It's really awesome.

Now, everyone present felt that the cactus that was in the middle of the fire but was exceptionally strong was definitely not an ordinary thing, and this fire immortality alone was not something that ordinary monsters could do.

It's a pity that the magic is one foot high and one foot high, and it has weaknesses after all.

When the red-hot wire was about to break, the ninth master was also a little anxious, hesitated, he put down the wooden sword and grabbed the cinnabar in the bowl on the side, clenched his fist to his mouth, muttered for a while, and gently blew at the position of the tiger's mouth.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw the handful full of red powder into the brazier on the side.

When the cinnabar struck the flames, the color of the flame immediately changed, at first it was a pale orange-yellow, and then it turned indigo.

The cyan flame was very powerful, but it was not irresistible and intense, on the contrary, when the color changed, the feeling of being scorched by the flame was reduced a lot.

What's going on?

I was wondering, but I heard a strange cry coming from the brazier.

It turned out that as soon as the indigo flame touched it, it wrapped the half-human-tall cactus around it like firewood.

This time, the cactus that had been pretending to be dead there finally did not calm down, and its body twisted, like a clay figure watered by the rain, and immediately changed from dark green to black and brown, and before we could react, the thing quickly turned into a little black man covered in black and purple, with teeth and claws.

He screamed, trying to break free, but the red-hot wire strangled his body and immediately wrapped himself in bulges.

When Ms. Zhao saw it, she was frightened at that time, and pulled the male pet out of the distance with a scream.

The little black man opened his mouth and let out a clattering roar, and he roared and jumped off the brazier and went straight in the direction of Ms. Zhao.

"Be careful!" As the Ninth Master spoke, an arrow stepped in front of Ms. Zhao, and then he pointed his sword and roared.

Not to mention, the ninth master really lived up to our expectations of him, the moment he opened his mouth and stared, the iron net that bound the body of the violent and abnormal little black man suddenly tightened, and the red-hot wires immediately turned into countless red threads, and the guy with a long body was strangled into a black ball of flesh.

The little black man didn't expect such a hand, and under the severe pain, he turned his head out, and the little fat picked up a bamboo pole and sent it forward, and a "Xiangzi" poked the little black man into the brazier.

At the same time, the creature lying on his back in the brazier, unable to move, let out a long cry of pain that bordered on despair, and after shaking off the bamboo pole, he turned to get back to his feet.

Unfortunately, the cyan flame was so powerful that before it could fully stand up, the little black man whose flesh and blood had been strangled by the wire fell to his knees with a pop.

His eyes caught fire, his mouth caught fire, his whole body caught fire, and finally turned into a ball of fire and poured into the same pot as the ninth master.

Standing on the side, I was also shocked, for this was the first time I've encountered a real youkai in a long time.

Thinking about the very ordinary cactus just now, and then thinking about the little monster that roared endlessly, I suddenly felt that this world was too unreliable!!!

What is this!?

Am I dreaming?

"Alright, in an hour, you two can clean up here." When the thing burned out, Jiu Ye held his forehead and closed his eyes, and then retched according to the altar's offering table.

Seeing him like this, the little black fat man and I were a little overwhelmed.

"Ninth Master, are you okay?" Step forward, Chubby said.