This is a wrongful thing to say.

When did I see that he was not respectful, why can't I talk about giving him a face?

Forget it, this doesn't matter.

"What is the task you are talking about?"

"You escort the python immortal to the Tao, and the python immortal can help our gray family, this is your task."

When I heard this, I almost had a brain congestion.

It's the snake again!

But there is still an unexplained mystery in this matter.

"Then why did you help me in the first place?"

Liu Haigang sneered: "You asked a little too much."

"The last one, don't ask again."

Liu Haigang spread his hands: "Of course it's to keep you alive, if you die, who will do the rest of the work?"

That's a really fresh and refined reason.

Co-authoring doesn't let me die because I'm still somewhat useful.

I nodded slightly, remembering the face of Bang Haigang.

"Okay, you're all wearing a pair of pants from start to finish, I'm a fool, aren't I?"

"Since I dare to tell you, I am not afraid of your revenge, you are just a Taoist priest who has no Taoist credentials."

I didn't respond to him again, and just turned and went upstairs.

There is a wrong, and there is a debtor.

You have joined forces to bring me to such a scourge, and if I don't return it, I'm sorry for myself!

When I went up to the second floor, I couldn't sleep in bed.

My mind was filled with Liu Haigang's words, and I never thought that before I knew it, I would become a human knife.

The most important thing is that what I have fulfilled is actually the evil cultivator that I hate the most.

It didn't take long for the sound of mahjong downstairs to sound again.

I was quiet at night, and the mahjong sound was particularly harsh.

In addition, my mind has been messed up, and the anger at the moment is soaring.

I rolled over and got out of bed again, opened the door and scolded below.

"Liu Haigang, don't be a disgusting person here!"

However, the sound of mahjong did not stop because of my anger, and it was still so unhurried.

I strode straight down in three or two of them, and shot the figure in front of the table.

Damn it.

I can't beat you for a while, I can't beat you up?

"Bang!"

I slammed it firmly on his shoulder, and then lifted my hand up.

But no matter how hard I tried, the bangs were stunned and didn't move.

It's like butt soldering on a stool.

Indeed, the bangs are as strong as a bear, but they can't sit so steadily.

Suddenly, I felt as if something was looking at me.

I looked up suddenly, and there was a particularly vague figure sitting across from me.

This shadow, as if it was made of smoke, only had an outline, and it was impossible to see the facial features at all.

At this time, I realized that the person in front of me was the main one, Zhao Daxing!

"Squeak."

The moment I was stunned, the chair behind me made a tooth-aching sound, and I bent my legs and sat down directly.

"Hehehe."

It was Liu Haigang who made the laughter, his voice was muffled, and his whole body seemed to resonate when he laughed.

I squinted and saw that the corners of his mouth had been sewn with needles and threads, and the dark red blood had stained the white cotton threads mottled.

When I looked down again, there were two goblets under Liu Haigang's two feet, and the blood-red liquid in the glasses exuded a strong smell of blood.

I kind of opened my eyes.

In the past, Taoist priests used this kind of thing to restrain evil spirits, but I never thought that one day evil spirits would be able to counter Taoist priests.

"Sit down, and you don't want to get up."

Zhao Daxing's tone was calm, and I clearly felt a lifting force under my feet.

I looked down again, and two glasses of blood appeared at my feet.

When I glanced back, the fat on Liu Haigang's face was trembling, and beads of sweat were crackling down.

Now, I can see it.

No wonder his old immortal refused to show up to help, it was because of these two cups of blood.

There is no one in the world who is not afraid of this thing.

Liu Haigang was already tall and big, and now he puts his two big feet on a thin goblet, as if he is stepping on stilts.

As soon as he shook it slightly, the blood would have to be poured on him.

At that time, the old immortal will leave him, and the old immortal will be scrapped together.

These two cups of blood killed him.