When the six attendants had dug a pit more than one person deep on the ground, the ram was satisfied with his life, and ordered the two attendants to put the green pine into the pit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingsong was furious, "Brother, you are burying me alive......"

He was angry, and the pain in his meridians was rapid.

The ram said: "Don't talk nonsense, do you believe it or not?"

Qing Song breathed decadently, he really didn't know whether to believe in the ram's life or not to believe him now.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: Well, it's this old life anyway.

Before the two attendants came to pull him, he jumped into the dirt pit, and this one, vibrating the meridians, and only felt a startling beating on his legs.

But then he heard the ram say, "Bury his body quickly." ”

When Qing Song heard this, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and he really wanted to bury me alive.

Several waiters were also surprised, Qingsong had always been a guest at the Ram House before.

But after all, he didn't dare to slack off, picked up the guy, and threw the dug soil on Qingsong.

No matter how good Qingsong's patience is, he can't bear it, and he can't believe it anymore.

It's a matter of life and death, he is red, and he is about to scold.

Who knew that the ram had caught a glimpse of his movements, snatched a hoe from the hand of a waiter, reversed it, and gave Qing Song a blow with the hoe on the head.

Qing Song's eyes flashed on the spot and he fainted.

The ram was in a hurry, and his strength was a little too great, and he smashed a piece of blood on the back of Qingsong's head.

The green-clothed waiters were shocked, the old man of the ram was sick again, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he covered the green pine with great strength.

After a while, the green pine was buried tightly, and only the head was exposed.

The ram ordered to pour some cold water on Qingsong's face, saying that he should not let Qingsong suffocate.

The attendants were terrified when they saw the cruelty of the ram's life, and they did as he commanded.

When it came, the ram found some broken things to cover around Qingsong's head, leaving a large gap for Qingsong's mouth and nose to breathe.

Then, he led a few attendants out to check what was going on outside, but he didn't even glance at the blue, blue, red, and green envoys on the ground.

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Wang Yao's jade flute has danced superbly, but in front of Mrs. Fan, it is very bad, Fu Fu has more than 350 moves, but he still can't force Mrs. Fan to unsheath the hurricane fallen leaf sword.

Mrs. Fan's double sword hilts came and went like a swimming dragon, and she wanted to persecute Wang Yao

Just behaved, who would have thought that Wang Yao's jade flute would always be able to slip away at a critical moment.

Mrs. Fan secretly praised in her heart: "It's really terrifying!"

The brawl had been going on for half an hour, and more and more people were injured as the cries of oo

Zhang Ren, Li Yi, Song Zhi, Sleepless, Feng Stormhu and others finally turned from fighting alone to a group fight, either hugging this person's legs, or kicking that person into a somersault, and even Sleepless didn't know who had slapped him several times.

In such a big way, the most reluctant to join the battle had to join the fight.

Zhao Zheng was chased by a group of big men, and after catching up, he beat him wildly, he only held his head to dodge, and he couldn't dodge to eat a few more old punches, but fortunately, Ye Wujiao rescued him from the raging crowd several times.

But there were too many people, group after group, plus Ye Wushan's vitality had not recovered, so he could help him once, but he couldn't help him a second time.

He wondered in his heart, did Zhao Zheng have a face that was not beaten?

When the ram was ordered to deal with the matter of Qingsong and drove it out, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

What is this?

Everyone only cares about exerting their fists and kicks, they don't notice that the ram has a life, and they don't care about paying attention to the life of the ram at all, they came from all directions this time, and they didn't succeed in eliminating the demon, but they were put together by the monsters, and they all had a huge grievance in their hearts.

The so-called law does not blame the public, if it is just one or two people who are so presumptuous in the public, then there must be some unspeakable, but these many people, and everyone, are so presumptuous, what else can't be said?

But speaking of which, this kind of fight is really enjoyable, except for a few people who have special goals, the rest of the people can find opponents who are weaker than themselves to compete, and if they can't do it, they can also fight with two against one, three against one, or even four with five against one, which is really fun.

The ram has a life to look at such a situation, first in a daze, and then angry, these people really eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, where to fight and fight is not good, but come to my ram house such a quiet and elegant place to fight, and do not discuss with the master, is it really unbearable?

He muttered a few words in the ears of the two green-clothed waiters, and after a while, the two waiters went out and retrieved a conch the size of a face plate.

He took out a vial from his bosom, poured some red powder, and placed it in the conch shell.

The two waiters understood, ran to the place where the wind was blowing, and blew on the conch, and the conch made a buzzing sound, although it was not very loud, but it could still be faintly heard.

The two waiters swapped blows the conch.

The ram has a face to watch all this.

Suddenly, the conch shell emitted a misty color, slowly spreading, and gradually enveloped the air.

Strange to say, the buzzing sound of the conch, through the thin mist, instantly became huge, and gradually rumbled.

The fog slowly spread, and the bigger it spreads, the louder the rumbling sound.

The only loud rumbling sound could be heard in the ears of those present, as if it were coming from their own ears, and the people gradually stopped fighting and stopped to see what was happening.

The ram was ordered to pick up a high ground and sit on the ground.

Gradually, the crowd stopped fighting, but the scolding began to be noisy again.

"Where did the ghost sound come from?"

"What kind of sound is this, my ears are deaf. ”

"What a broken place, why is it so noisy, you can't even fight well, and you can't call people to fight?"

If they looked up, they could see that the ram on the high hill was watching them with great interest.

The sound of the two waiters' conch abruptly stopped, and the crowd suddenly became silent from noise.

Wang Zhongsan raised his head and looked around, knowing that someone was coming, he hugged his fists to the left and right and said: "Please show up, I always call Kao Zhongsan this polite." ”

He clenched his fists around, and all he saw was a crowd of black oppressors, where could he see the virtuous master.

At this time, someone opposite him saw the death of a ram high above him not far away, and reminded him: "Over there, over there." ”

Wang Zhongsan couldn't see it on the left, he couldn't see it on the right, and when he glanced back, he couldn't see any virtuous master.

At this time, the people in front of him burst into laughter, and some shouted, "Over there, over there, over there." "Deliberately provoked him.

Some people shouted, "You're stupid, you're in the back." ”

Only then did Wang Zhongsan turn his head and see that the ram was alive.

I took a deep skew.