Since Bao Houdao put on the wide robe of the great Tibetan lama, he feels very compatible, no matter the sleeves of the lama's robe are torn and pulled, he is always reluctant to take it off, wash it when it is dirty, and take it off and put it on when it is dry. This time, I just put a prelude to, and I was bitten hard, and Bao Houdao jumped three feet high with his arms around the lama's robe. Who the fuck likes to eat shit and swallow urine so much, waiting for others to pull it, super disgusting. Bao Houdao took a few big strides with his pants up, and looked back to see that Leng Chong was lying on the edge of the throwing pool, half of his head planted back.

How sharp the sword was, half of his neck was pierced.

Leng Chong is not dead.

Cha lived?

Bao Houdao's face turned blue from time to time.

I saw that Leng Chong was biting the meat torn from Bao Houdao's ass in his mouth, and he chewed it very fragrantly.

Bao Houdao's stomach cold all gathered in the cardia gate, and it originally came out with a little effort, and Leng was scared back.

On that Chinese New Year's Eve, on the grave of the Yan family in Qi County, Yan Laocai just blindly pinched wildly, that is, did not bite or gnaw. This cold flush looks completely different, chewing and digging on the ground with both hands. Bao Houdao immediately remembered Du Tianzhou's explanation of him on weekdays, this is a sign that he is about to become a zombie, zombies are not fucking false, they will bite and eat people. Although Bao Houdao has never encountered a zombie in the real sense, this cold rush in a trance is about to become a zombie, and he dare not be careless.

Du Tianzhou and the other three were not in front of their eyes.

How can Bao Houdao deal with it alone, and he is still carrying a belly of, and he is not in a state at all.

Bao Houdao kept praying and secretly said cruel words: "If you don't bite Lao Tzu, forget it, dare to bite, dare to turn your face, there will definitely be no good fruit of your grandson!" ”

The scared back to my stomach.

The soup and water brought out by the fart can't be wiped off.

I didn't care if my butt hurt or not, and I clumsily tidied up my clothes and pants and tied them tightly.

Stand back as you observe.

The heart was beating like a drum, his legs were not as weak as before, but the sweat in his palms was shaken off one by one.

When Bao Houdao farted, this cold flush deceived the corpse in the back, and was sprayed with soup and water. This cold rush bit Bao Houdao's ass not very hard, because most of his neck was cut off by a sharp sword, and as soon as his face was pressed forward, his head fell backwards. Lying on the edge of the throwing pool, he chewed hard on the piece of meat that was torn off Bao Houdao's buttocks, chewed a few bites, swallowed the soup and water, and fell from his neck. Struggling to get up from the pool of rubble, he shook and groped forward, and his mouth was still spitting black breath. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he screamed "whooping", sounding like a leopard in spring.

The little toads, grasshoppers, and bugs that were originally sleeping in the surrounding barren grass were all frightened by his scream.

This is a provocation.

Bao Houdao is a regret of his uncle and grandfather.

You said that you can find a place in the middle of the night, and you can't remember to leave a mark, so you can come back another day.

Those who are biased and strong want to sleep here to be able to do so.

Who is to blame?

Asking for trouble.

Bao Houdao heard Leng Chong's strange cry and straightened up his whole body, hurriedly retreated, and glanced at a wooden stick thrown on the side of the road, long and straight, and copied it up. When I held it in my hand, I knew that it was a white wax rod for a spear, and I didn't know when I was thrown here in the war. The white wax pole is a very good wood in terms of hardness and toughness, and it is very good to fight with it, and it is much easier to pick up than the usual wooden sticks with pimples and branches. Bao Houdao secretly summed up: "When this old man and young man came, the young man walked extremely fast, and he walked slowly at this bastard, even if his mother really became a zombie, he was also an old and stupid old zombie, your grandson may not be able to beat Lao Tzu, and he may not be able to outrun Lao Tzu!" ”

I'm sure I can beat him.

Bao Houdao was also sure that he could run past him, an old zombie, and he was in a hurry to dodge, but he wanted to see what the hell this zombie meant.

The full moon moves eastward, and the wild wind blows in the wasteland.

A newly mutated old zombie, a living person, confronted each other in this wilderness.

Cloudless.

Bao Houdao is not far away, and he can see it clearly.

After Leng Chong walked out of the throwing pool, he lay on the ground and sniffed the bag and walked hard, sizzling into his nose, and the dense black hair began to appear on his face. In the blink of an eye, I can't see what my face looks like, and there is no doubt that Leng Chong is a carrot that has really become a zombie when he enters the pit. Suddenly, Leng Chong screamed and rushed towards Bao Houdao. Bao Houdao had already forgotten all the rules that when encountering zombies, he needed to vent quietly and not make a sound, and faced the cold rush that flew over, and the white wax rod went straight and straight to the face.

Impartial, not leaning on the chest of the cold rush.

With so much strength, the white wax rod is bent to the cold top.

Fortunately, it is full of tenacity.

I was almost caught by Leng Chong's hand full of long nails.

Bao Houdao struggled against the white wax rod and kicked him in the face, and at the same time, Leng Chong's hand hit Bao Houdao's calf. Okay, I almost broke Bao Houdao's leg, Bao Houdao hurriedly pulled out the white wax rod, and the cold rush flashed, and Bao Houdao took advantage of the situation to split his head and back. Who knew that this stick didn't have much effect, but was caught by Leng Chong, an old zombie, who grabbed the white wax rod in his hand, and scratched it with a brush, and the other end of the white wax rod immediately became a mop strip. Leng Chong's fighting spirit was getting stronger and stronger, and Bao Houdao was getting more and more frightened, and immediately had the idea of running away.

Bao Houdao saw that Leng Chong finished scratching that end, and scratched it upwards, threw it down and ran.

Cold rush is in hot pursuit.

Footsteps and roars rang behind your ears.

Bao Houdao felt that as long as his pace slowed down slightly, he would be caught by Leng Chong, the old grandson, immediately, and he was so anxious that beans and sweat fell straight on his head.

Run to death.

It was when he was in a hurry and couldn't catch his breath that Bao Houdao saw a white wind flying towards him, and the speed was very, quite fast, as if he was shooting a fast arrow from a bow. Bao Houdao didn't know whether it was friend or foe, and he didn't know what it was coming, and he was about to turn around and run, and in the blink of an eye, the white wind of panting was already in front of him. When the gust of white wind settled, he could see that it was a person, who was not the master of Leng Chong, it was the young man, but he made Bao Houdao stand on the ground. This time, the claws of the cold rush rested on the shoulder.

I saw that the young man flew up, kicked his feet on Leng Chong's head, and his head, which was half hung around his neck, flew out.

Leng Chong's body fell to the ground, jumped up, and still grabbed and pounced without a head.

The boy jumped several meters in the air, his feet on Leng Chong's shoulders.

looks at the understatement, but I don't know how much effort it has secretly made.

Leng Chong was trampled directly into the soil by the young man, and only exposed his two hands to scratch and probe on it.

Look, this frame will definitely not be able to get up.

Bao Houdao looked at it carefully.

I saw that the young man, who had just turned ten years old, was dressed in a green robe that had faded to a light white, two large patches hanging high on his shoulders, and his round face seemed to be wearing a milking appearance that had not been removed. What is surprising is that this young man has no eyebrows, Danfeng eyes, and three thin leaf pupils are juxtaposed in the thin eye sockets, which are thin and narrow like Longjing tea leaves. There is nothing particularly harmful about the appearance alone, but if you look at these eyes closely, it is quite amazing, and from the skill of Dou Lengchong, the old zombie, this fact is not small.

Bao Houdao never dared to treat people as little children.

How to say it has weight, how to say it, the good words in the sky and on the ground, the bamboo tube poured beans, and the beans poured out of the mouth.

Together, you can listen to ten hilarious cross talks.

The boy didn't care what he did.

Not a word.

Although Bao Houdao is not the kind of person who only takes advantage and does not suffer losses, when he encounters such a strange person, it can make him slap his ass and leave in vain. As soon as the thousand words of help and gratitude were finished, they even wanted to directly recognize this young man as a godfather for themselves, and teach themselves five, six, seven, eighty tricks, and they could also use it to rob tombs and dig graves in the future. No matter what words the young man used, he just recognized him as his father and ignored it, until Bao was kind and said that his mouth was sour, and then he said coldly: "When I was teaching my apprentice, you kid was hiding in the grass, old man, I thought you were a drunk and reckless man, but I didn't expect you to dare to ride on his head and fart." He was poisoned by the corpse and he couldn't smell the smell of grains, you are asking for yourself, the old man rushed back, otherwise your kid would have died a long time ago! ”

Bao Houdao couldn't cry or laugh when he boarded.

The feeling of turning into a zombie was caused by his fart.

What's the point of this?

Suicide man.

Especially the self-inflicted warlocks and the like, who in the world has nothing to fuck and likes to play and commit suicide, except for a few people who eat a lot of dung. Once this kind of warlock has a grudge in his heart before committing suicide, he is dead on the surface, but there is a anger in his chest, and he is depressed. Catch up with this full moon night, don't use the dregs and filth of the world's grain reincarnation to pour on your body, the three souls are the cleanest in this world, and they will be separated from the spirit as soon as they touch the filth of the five grains. It specializes in creating evil deeds, and it likes all the bad things in the world, especially farts and. Although eating abalone and pulling out of the nest are all, there is actually an essential difference.

Bao Houdao drank a delicious wine, and three or five steaming and fragrant delicacies were sent down.

This kind of fart is very tempting to the resentment of the cold rush.

It's no wonder that it doesn't change.

Therefore everything in the world is self-inflicted.

It's not like there is such a sentence, there is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself.

It turned out that the young man watched the old apprentice leave after killing himself, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, looking at the full moon in the sky, he always felt that something was going to happen tonight, and hurriedly rushed back. Originally, he planned to spend the full moon night safely guarding Leng Chong's corpse, and it would not be in vain for the master and apprentice, just wait for the black and white impermanence to take his soul away. I didn't expect this Bao Houdao to pretend in the grass, and as soon as he looked at his face, he smelled the smell of the stinky fart in Leng Chong's mouth, who can do this kind of, and there is no second living person in this place, it must be Bao Houdao's tasteless.

The young man instructed Bao Houdao to bury Leng Chong's head.

Bao Houdao held Leng Chong's head.

The lone head was still biting with its mouth wide open.

Keep licking his hand with her tongue.

Bao Houdao was frightened and threw himself on the ground and rolled away.

Leng Chong's mouth, eyes, and nose flowed black juice, and that look was really cautious. Bao Houdao kicked him over like a ball, and used the remaining white wax rod to dig a pit on the spot that could just put his head down and bury it, working very hard. Bao Houdao's mind was to let the young man accept him as an apprentice to teach his skills, but the young man refused to say anything, not even his name. Bao Houdao pointed to Leng Chong's swinging hand and said: "Master, Xiao Bao I am many times stronger than him, that is, I don't kill, I often chant Buddha, and I will always listen to your teachings, you say that I will never go west when you say to the east!" This "you" wants to laugh at yourself, but it's obvious that you're a little kid in front of you.

Thousands of pleading.

The boy still didn't agree.

Bao Houdao asked urgently what conditions he could agree to.

The young man waved his hand and said, "I have an evil ghost, as long as you can beat it, you can consider worshipping me as a teacher!" As he spoke, he took out a bag full of runes from his bosom, and his hands shook and a cloud of black gas appeared. The black qi slowly changed into a huge ghost, with a black head and huge horns, opened his mouth and spewed fire out, his tongue stretched out as wide as a board, and his mouth full of fangs rushed towards Bao Houdao. Bao Houdao only felt a blow in the buttocks, screamed, and ran away.