"What kind of movie?"

Before Zhang Qi's words fell, the boys around him exploded in an instant.

In this computer college, the barbed roses really moved the hearts of mortals!

Tang Jun himself was dumbfounded, he also had the courage to try it at first, but he didn't expect to succeed, this is not as lucky as falling gold bars from the sky and falling in his pocket!

"Learn, senior sister, you can watch whatever you like."

They all stammered.

"Okay, then let's watch the midnight show, and wait for me at the door of the movie theater at night."

After saying that, Zhang Qi slipped away, leaving only a group of angry boys and Tang Jun who stood still.

"Midnight Show! Don't go, boy! ”

......

"Hehe, little ones, the warehouse is wide open today, all the things can be picked at will, if there is none, your boss will give you a fresh tie!"

"Oh~~~~ Long live the boss~"

Zhang Shiyi sat in the middle and opened the warehouse very chicly.

A group of little elves are all stunned, why is this still celebrating the New Year every day~

Looking at such simple and happy elves, Zhang Shiyi was happy from the bottom of his heart, who said that goblins are harmful.

"Boss, come to the guest~"

The red man hurriedly ran over and motioned for everyone to be quiet and not to scare the guests.

"Boss, you rest, I'll just go."

Zhao Dezhu hurriedly stood up, he now admired Zhang Shiyi's five-body throw.

Not only because of his relationship with the underworld, but also because of the relationship between him and the underworld, he could continue to stay in the yang world, but the most important thing was because of the soul sword.

After learning that this short knife turned out to be a soul-shattering knife that frightened all ghosts, Lao Zhao finally understood why Zhang Shiyi would knock him away.

This is not the most important thing, the main thing is that Zhang Shiyi not only released all the unjust souls in it and sent them to the underworld reincarnation, but also destroyed this short knife that all cultivators dream of with his own hands.

Although the Soul Knife is called a magic weapon, it depends on whose hands it is used in, but in the final analysis, it is still a very powerful magic weapon, which poses a great threat to all creatures with soul bodies, especially ghosts.

It doesn't look so strong because the owner is too weak.

If it is in Zhang Shiyi's hands, to put it mildly, this short knife can even hurt a ghost of the level of black and white impermanence.

And he, a hundred-year-old ghost, has no chance to resist or escape at all, and he will become the other party's ghost slave.

It's such a powerful magic weapon, but in the eyes of the boss, it's like a.

What a lot of strength and open-mindedness this must have.

"Lao Zhao will follow you in the future!"

Zhao Dezhu left Zhang Shiyi's eyes, and the other party who looked at it straightened goosebumps.

"Hey, hey~ Lao Zhao, what kind of eyes are you, let me tell you, don't beat my sister's idea, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill you!"

"Don't worry, boss, hehe, fate is destined, and it can't be stopped, I'll answer the right guests first."

Lao Zhao happily went to the front hall.

As a result, before it was five minutes, I heard a miserable scream and Lao Zhao's roar outside.

"It's broken!"

Zhang Shiyi hurriedly rushed out, but saw a scene that made his eyes split.

The red man's entire head was cut off, the green woman's chest was sunken in most of it, and Lao Zhao was trampled under his feet like a dirt dog, roaring angrily, but he couldn't break free at all.

"Ghost King Zhao!"

The iron rod general was the first to stand it, and just wanted to rush over, he was dragged back by Zhang Shiyi. He knew that these guys in front of him were definitely not something that these little elves could afford to mess with.

"Hehe, this fellow Daoist, I didn't expect you to raise ghosts, but it doesn't matter, I'll help you get rid of him!"

The person who came was a middle-aged Taoist priest with two handfuls of dog oil beard, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, followed by two boys, one holding a peach wood sword, and the other holding a gossip mirror, looking very powerful.

"This Daoist brother, it's my business whether to raise ghosts or not, this is my employee, you better raise your noble feet first."

Since the other party was a cultivator, Zhang Shiyi could only suppress the fire first.

"Humph! I don't know who you taught the apprentice, don't you know the truth that good and evil are not separated, since this is the case, I will teach you for your master! ”

Dog Oilbeard didn't give Zhang Shiyi any face, and he wanted to trample Zhao Dezhu to death with a kick under his feet.

Fighting the dog still depends on the master, his own master has not spoken, he dares to hurt people in front of himself, and he wants to teach himself for the master, really Zhang Shiyi is muddy.

"You think it's your mother all over the world, everyone is used to your stinky problem, take your feet away from Lao Tzu!!"

Zhang Shiyi's feet shook, and the ghost shadow was in front of the dog oily beard in an instant, and the shadowless hand pressed on the opponent's chest with a move.

Gouyouhu felt a huge force coming from his chest, and he could only withdraw from it, but there was also a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

If it is compared to the technique, Zhang Shiyi may not be the opponent of the other party, but if the light is compared to the physical technique, there are really few people who are his opponents.

This is still because he sees that the other party is also a like-minded person, and his subordinates are merciful.

Otherwise, a slap will push his ribs in

Of course, it also made the dog oil beard suffer a big loss.

"Dare to hurt my master, look for death!"

The two boys saw that the other party not only saved the ghost, but also dared to hurt people, so they immediately quit, one supported the dog oil Hu Taoist, and the other held the gossip mirror and took a picture of the ghost king Zhao.

The Bagua Mirror, also known as the Demon Mirror, has a powerful damage power to ghosts.

Zhao Dezhu let out a miserable scream, and his body was burned and emitted a puff of black smoke, and even his soul body became translucent.

Zhang Shiyi was really angry when he saw this.

Originally, he was a little measured at the beginning, and he just wanted to force the other party back, but he didn't expect these people to be so stubborn that they wanted to put Lao Zhao to death.

Then you don't have to be polite.

Immediately, his figure flickered, and he blocked in front of Zhao Dezhu.

The demon mirror didn't have any effect on him, and with a flick of the shadowless hand, the demon mirror was in his hand.

"Gave you face, didn't you?!"

With a snap, the demon mirror was slammed to the ground by him, followed by a kick, and another magic weapon was destroyed at his feet.

"You dare!"

This magic weapon was handed down from the generation of the ancestors, and the dog oil beard did not come from any famous family, and these magic weapons were all he had to support the scene.

Zhang Shiyi's foot was like stepping on the tip of his heart, and under the rush of fire, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"You dare to knock on the door and bully my manager, what else dare I dare!"

Looking at Zhao Dezhu's miserable appearance, Zhang Shiyi was even more furious, and he crushed it hard.

This time the demon mirror is completely finished.

It's like slag.