Xiao Fengjiao was shot to death, so her face was very ferocious, with a flat and rotten head, and the white brain and red blood mixed together were definitely a visual impact. Especially the eyeballs were about to fall off, and the scene hanging outside the eye sockets was also shocking.
The first time Feng Xing saw a ghost, he saw such a miserable death. It was definitely the first time he came out of his womb.
Wumian is an associate monk. He always feels that Xiaofengjiao's brain color looks particularly similar to the steamed buns he had just eaten.
The two of them turned their heads in a tacit understanding and vomited. Xiao Fengjiao was stimulated by their rudeness.
In a moment, Xiao Fengjiao had already arrived in front of Wunian and was stopped by Wunian, "Wait, girl, if you have anything to say, just stand there and say, don't get close."
Xiao Fengjiao was really scolded by Wumeng's words. When she heard what he said, a resentment flashed across Xiao Fengjiao's face, and she stretched out her sleeve-long hand. In an instant, her nails turned into a long black and purple weapon. Her five claws were raised and she pulled them towards Wumeng's heart.
Don’t be obese, but you dodge very quickly.
While covering his mouth, he pointed at Xiao Fengjiao, "Didn't you agree not to move? Why did you still play sneak attack?"
Xiao Fengjiao let out an angry shout, "Stinky monk, today is your death."
Wumian twisted his butt and looked very proud, "Come on, come and chase me, and see who is the best of us?" After that, he also winked at Feng Xing opposite him.
Fengxing gave up the idea of ​​helping, and it was obvious that he could still deal with it if he thought he could not handle it for the time being.
He turned his direction and rose up.
Wumian shook the Buddhist beads on his neck and held them tightly in his hand, "Xiao Fengjiao, if you put down your butcher knife, we can discuss everything."
Xiao Fengjiao has been worn out by hatred, and even the kindness of human nature, so how could she listen to Wu Meng's advice?
A strong resentment arose, forming a thick black gas, swarming towards the direction of Wumian. Wumian waved the Buddhist beads in his hand while chanting Buddhist scriptures.
As his scriptures overflowed, it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light. The black air was very afraid of the golden light cover on Wumeng's body, and it went around Wumeng's body. Xiao Fengjiao took advantage of the momentum and slashed her fingertips through Wumeng's cassock. After pulling it back, she cut off his clothes in exchange for a roar filled with the anger of Wumeng's anger, "It's too much, the only piece of clothing that I can see from my eyes, you actually want to tear it."
Don't think of resisting angrily, Xiao Fengjiao's soul was trembling by his Buddhist beads. There was still some time before she became a demon. This was the critical moment when she needed to absorb resentment. She wanted to quickly send the person who broke into the mistake, but she didn't expect that the other party seemed to be prepared.
He is even an old monk with profound magic power, obviously trying to stop him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fengjiao's moves became heavier and he wished she could kill others.
Don’t think about it, I dared not smile anymore, and I was so excited that I responded to Xiao Fengjiao’s every fatal move.
Feng Xing jumped a few times, and the man had already flashed a few feet away. His goal was to put the copper coin on the top of the building dozens of meters away. It should have been a simple task, but for him, it was not a difficult task, but Xiao Fengjiao discovered Feng Xing's intention.
He felt his body suddenly sinking, frozen in the air for only two seconds. He looked at his feet. A ghost doll with a purple-colored body was pulling his calves hard. Feng Xing wanted to struggle, but it was too late.
The body that fell rapidly pulled him down completely. He could not control his speed and tried to use the dead trees beside him to stop his falling speed, but he did not want to be too far away and could only be pulled to the ground by the little ghost.
Holding the pain, Feng Xing kicked it hard. The ghost doll seemed to have expected his next move, retreating quickly and crawling on the ground with all its limbs, which was dazzling.
Feng Xing didn't care about anything else, so he got up from the ground and raised his breath again, but he didn't expect the little devil to take advantage of the victory and climb up his calves again. His little hands tightly clamped Feng Xing, and his cold fingers seemed to pierce into Feng Xing's flesh. His little face was full of cruelty, "Don't think of a good thing that ruined my mother."
"Little devil, your mother is doing something wrong."
The ghost doll called the little ghost is very unhappy, "Boy, I'm older than you."
Feng Xing said coldly, "Let go, otherwise I will be polite to you."
Since you are not a child, you can beat him.
How could the ghost doll let him go so easily? He inserted his finger into his calf again, in exchange for his frowning. The next second Feng Xing stomped his feet hard, and then kicked him away. The strength of the feet was absolutely merciless, which made the ghost doll angry, "You actually dare to bully me, a child."
"I just said I'm a lot older than me."
The ghost doll accused, "Then you don't respect the elderly."
Feng Xing frowned. It was so difficult for the little ghosts to serve now.
He pursed his lips and said calmly, "Sorry!"
A hint of angry expression flashed across the ghost doll's face, "You damn human." He rose up angrily, like an arrow leaving the string, heading straight towards Feng Xing. Unexpectedly, the other party reacted quickly and turned sideways calmly. The ghost doll wiped his body by. Feng Xing seemed to have forgotten his apology just now, kicked it straight, hitting the ghost doll.
This kick was a force that made the ghost doll kick more than ten meters away.
Fengxing seized the opportunity and rose up again.
Seeing that his son was at a disadvantage, Xiao Fengjiao lost patience to Wumian's pursuit and beat him. She shook off her clothes and let out her angry roar at him.
The roar was as if thousands of horses were galloping, like an arrow breaking through the air, unstoppable, so you can't wait to see it.
A strange wind was blowing up, and the calm territory was blown to the point where it was tilted, which shows how deep Xiao Fengjiao's resentment was.
Don't forget that the fat on your face began to shake by the wind. Your big feet were tugged on the ground with your arms folded together to block the powerful cold wind.
Occasionally, I was blown away step by step, and I never gave up without thinking.
Until his heel hit the trunk, he raised his feet and stepped on the trunk hard, in return for his strong shouting, "Come on, if you have the ability, you will kill me old monk."
The cold wind blew across his scarred arms, and he bared his teeth so much that he felt so painful. The wind blew into his mouth and he coughed.
Feeling the wind weakened slightly, he opened his eyes and saw that Xiao Fengjiao in front of him disappeared at some point. He spitted out the sand in his mouth, "Where is the person?"
He absolutely did not believe that Xiao Fengjiao retreated, but at this time he didn't care where she disappeared, so he seized the time to run towards the township office building.
After passing through the thick fog, you can see a not-so-high dilapidated building standing in front of you from afar.
He seemed to hear the sound of a fight, and carefully identified that it was the sound made by Brother Feng Xing.
Wumian vomited several times and started to curse, "Damn it, I didn't expect this female ghost to play with my old monk." He used a sound to attack the world and actually tripped up here.
He accelerated his pace and headed towards the township office building. Sure enough, he found Xiao Fengjiao with a ghost doll to deal with Feng Xing.
Even if his martial arts tricks are high, he is facing two ghosts who have only been a 60-year-old Taoist master, but he was defeated in just a few moves.
Wumian forced himself into it, "You little brat, go quickly! Leave these two ghosts to me."
Feng Xing covered his injured arm, his whole arm was swollen into pig's trotters, and there was a row of small tooth marks on it, emitting black gas that could be seen from the naked eye.
If Xiao Fengjiao had not inserted it temporarily, Feng Xing might have placed the coin at the eye of the array at this time.
He glanced at the wounded man, "Master, can you do it?"
"Okay, why can't I do it anymore? I'm okay, stinky brat, don't talk nonsense, the people of the world will leave it to you."
When Feng Xing heard that he still had the strength to joke, he knew that he still had the strength to deal with these two ghosts.
"Master, be careful."
As soon as Feng Xing left, the little ghost wanted to follow him. Wuming reacted quickly, trapping the heavy Buddhist beads on his neck, causing his very shrill cry.
When the child is injured, Xiao Fengjiao will naturally leave her child behind. She hates and doesn't think that this old monk has repeatedly ruined his good things.
"child……"
Chapter completed!