Chapter Forty-Eight: God and Man Love
As long as a cloud of black gas pounced on it, in a short time. Those who are pounced on are almost turned into dried corpses.
And the ghost soldier was even more bloody and ferocious.
Dozens of ghost soldiers rushed towards the interior of the building. Kill anyone you see.
In the blink of an eye, exclamations and screams were heard everywhere. A beautiful white-collar worker, about half-breed. Between the outlines, there is the delicacy of the East, but there is also the profundity of the West.
The figure is even more hot, wearing skirt stockings, crawling on his knees. It is also lined with exquisite figure, which is very attractive.
It's just that at this time, the woman was crying so much that her tears had spent her makeup. One foot was bare, and I didn't know where to throw my shoes.
The flesh-colored stockings on the legs are even more torn. But it looks even more enticing.
It's just that this ghost soldier doesn't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. With a spear in his hand, he walked forward step by step.
Seeing it, it's time to absorb the yang energy on this woman's body.
But there was a ball of light, and it suddenly fell. Zhang Jun's figure appeared, and his mouth moved slightly, which ordinary people couldn't hear. Those ghost soldiers could hear it clearly, but they told them to stop and obey the order.
A huge coercion was emanated. made many ghost soldiers who went their own way suddenly pause.
However, at this moment, these ghost soldiers were red-eyed, and their temperament became wild.
Just like the ghost soldier in front of him, he just hesitated slightly. He raised his spear again and stabbed at the beautiful white-collar woman.
"Er dare!" Zhang Jun was furious, and reached out and took out a book and a pen. He smeared two strokes on it.
The ghost soldier suddenly screamed, turned into a cloud of gray gas, and flew into the thin son.
This Zhang Jun keeps in his hands, and his pen keeps pointing out. All the ghost soldiers were included in the book.
Seeing such a scene, Liu Shengzhi was greatly relieved.
Xindao, although this Beidou fallen monarch cannot command the army. But since Beidou is dead, the dead monarch is dead. It can be said that the messenger of death.
In this way, his subordinates have a part of the ghost soldiers, but they should think about it!
Still, it's been so long. I'm afraid of the people of God's religion. But he had already reacted.
Liu Shengzhi sighed lightly and commanded Zhang Jun to evacuate. I also began to pack up my things and leave the place.
But it was Liu Shengzhi who had just packed up his things and was about to leave. There was a powerful force coming.
The entire Bowman building was filled with a burst of golden light, like a waterfall. Falling from the rooftop.
Many of the scattered ghosts who were recruited by Liu Shengzhi screamed and scattered, and less than half of them fled in panic and fled in all directions.
The next moment, Liu Shengzhi turned around and left without looking back. I screamed in my heart!
Fortunately, before this, Zhang Jun had already gathered the ghost soldiers under his command. Evacuated from Bowman.
If you take a step at night and bump into this golden light, you don't know what the end will be!
Although he knew that the Elephant God Cult must have fought back very strongly. But I never thought that it would be such a big scene and means.
Thankfully, he didn't make it into the Bowman building. Otherwise, as soon as this trap is launched, he doesn't know if he can escape?
This golden light is so powerful, I don't know what kind of magic weapon it is, and it left an extremely deep impression on Liu Shengzhi.
However, after all, it is the best chess of this immortal master. Liu Shengzhi smiled proudly, he himself was not only unscathed.
On the contrary, it turned the Baoman company upside down, and you can imagine how shaken the Elephant God Cult should be.
Moreover, these elite ghost soldiers under Liu Shengzhi eat a lot of people today. A lot of power is greatly increased, and there are a few more opportunities. I'm afraid that these resentful ghosts will have a chance to become evil ghosts.
Until that time. But it is even more powerful! In my heart, I put aside the unlucky ghost who died innocently in Baoman Company.
Almost just two minutes later, seven or eight masters had already arrived at the place where Liu Shengzhi was standing just now. Then chase it out.
chased out another mile or two, but no trace of Liu Shengzhi could be found.
At this time, Liu Shengzhi had returned to Jiangxia County. Pushing the door out of the ashram, he didn't go far. And he saw that the room where he was living was brightly lit.
I just came out of the bloody storm and saw the lights shining through the window. It has a kind of homely warmth. I can't help but push the door in with a smile!
"Lang Jun is back!" Jiang Wenning showed a smile and got up to greet him: "Is it smooth to do things today?"
Liu Shengzhi nodded and said with a smile: "Of course it's smooth." ”
Jiang Wenning just smiled, but he didn't ask about the specific situation. Hold a bowl of fish soup, the color of the fish soup is shiny, tender and smooth. It makes people move their index fingers.
But it is not the practice of this era, but the famous Song sister-in-law fish soup of the Hangzhou generation.
It is steamed with mandarin fish peeled and deboned, and cooked with condiments such as shredded ham, minced mushrooms and bamboo shoots, and chicken broth.
But it is much more elaborate than the practice of this era, or Liu Shengzhi casually talked about it with Jiang Wenning. But within a few days, it was done.
Although there are no preserved eggs and ham, ordinary bacon and salted eggs are used instead. But there's also a different flavor.
Liu Shengzhi tasted it and couldn't help but praise it. exaggerated praise for Jiang Wenning's skillful hands and wisdom. provoked Jiang Wen Ning Jiao to snort a few times.
The ingredients for Jiang Wenning's cooking are extremely rare, and they contain spiritual power.
For cultivators, it is a great supplement, so that Liu Shengzhi's cultivation has benefited a lot.
The two laughed and laughed, and Liu Shengzhi looked at Jiang Wenning carefully. Seeing that its appearance is extremely beautiful, it is needless to say.
With a faint aura, the cultivation is shallow. But Liu Shengzhi was a little unable to see through it.
Liu Shengzhi couldn't help asking: "Wen Ning, you have such a skill, wash your hands and make soup." Isn't it aggrieved that you are busy waiting for me every day?"
Jiang Wenning smiled: "It is the right thing for a woman to serve Langjun's in-laws. What is wronged.
What's more, in this world, the world is in turmoil, and the day is precarious. Even the fairies in the heavens have made private promises to the mortals on the earth. Isn't it just asking for a stable way to retreat, and the concubine follows Lang Jun, but I don't know how many people envy it!"
Liu Sheng was stunned, although he knew that this was an era of great change in Shinto. But Liu Shengzhi didn't expect that the situation in Shinto would become so bad?
Not so, think of ancient myths and legends. All the legends of goddesses, fairies and mortals have private meetings only in this era. Whether it is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, or the Liu Yi Dragon Girl.
All of them are products of this era, and then to future generations. But only the fox ghost girl and the mortal fell in love with each other. (To be continued.) )