"Well, are you awake?" Gu Shan smiled and said pity, "What a poor child, I want to let you experience the darkest end of your life."

"Ahem, do you know...what day is today?"

"Didn't you come because of the Peach Blossom Festival? We are also called the Hina Festival, but there is another saying, it should be Shangsi."

Zhong Yue leaned against the stone and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's quite a bit of culture. In our Jianghuai, Shangsi is also a Ghost Festival. Do you understand what I mean?"

The "Great Priest" has cleaned up the scene and selected the suitable location, saying, "Isn't that right? Today next year, there will be so many people burning paper money for you."

"No, no, no, Shangsi, it is a soul-summoning!"

"Ha, are you delaying time again? A cowardly poor man."

Zhong Yue raised his hand and held his breath and said, "The ignorant who claims to be the Mo people, let you see how the real Mo evolves!"

Zhong Yue was unwilling to use this method to change this peaceful era, but there will always be some annoying guys to provoke it. So... On the Shangsi Festival, let you experience the horror of Shumo!

The ink rhyme covered Zhong Yue's eyes, and countless ink dots grew like prisoners who had just been released from their shackles, greedy and wantonly.

"No one is bullied in China?"

"Those who offend our China will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Who?" Jiangkou Chongchi was so scared that his souls were all roaring when he heard this roar that was bursting into tears.

There is no moon tonight, but the scattered world of ink makes the night even darker.

Gu Shan saw that he narrowed his eyes and poked the hiking stick in his hand towards Zhong Yue.

"I haven't had the pleasure of fighting against Japanese devils and killing all the ronin before. Today I will fight three hundred more times!"

"Who are you?" Gu Shan was really scared now because he felt the huge force coming from in front of the hiking pole. He never expected that this young man from China... "You are not a human! Not a human!"

"Shanyin Xu Wenchang is the same!"

An old voice came from the air, but I didn't care about the tense atmosphere below, "Mr. Qingteng, I would like to be your lackey!"

Zhong Yue vomited an old blood and murmured, "Three big yellow croaker, can you help me?"

"I am a painter!" Bai Shiweng's voice seemed a little angry, "Who do you think of me?" He always felt that Zhong Yue regarded him as a philistine, the kind that he could not get out of his eyes if he lost money.

"I'm very rich!" Bai Shiweng said as he patted the wheelchair. When he was patting, there was a sound of metal in the thick and wide cotton coat. Those who didn't know thought that this was the successor of the Hong family's iron wire fist. The wheelchair that Mr. Qi was sitting in was not that kind of wheelchair, but a car chair with wheels. Well, it was a wheelchair, a transportation tool designed by the carpenter with the crystallization of wisdom...

“…”

Zhong Yue found Qi Baishi, probably because Lao Qi had worked as a carpenter and was easy to use. As for the others, they were all literati, and Zhong Yue didn't expect them to help him.

"No, you are naughty again! How many times did I say when I accepted you? Foreign countries should not, foreign countries should not. Look, there is a quarrel with the Fusang people. Is the price of the book not reached? Are you going to anger me to death, right?"

"Uncle Wen, please calm down. Now that they are bullying our Xiaoyue, they must first unanimously attack the public and kill these turtle grandchildren!"

"A few uncles..."

"Don't. Wang Ximeng, you are a medieval Song Dynasty. We are like the Ming and Qing dynasties, and we are of different generations."

"..." Zhong Yue felt so uncomfortable, "What are you doing with this girl?"

Listening to the darkness, there was more than one person. The agile "Master" no longer dared to act rashly. As for Michiichi Gushan, because he had practiced the Bushido, he was also very uncomfortable to resist under the hammer of the crazy Xu Wei.

"These... are all the dead souls you have attracted? Devil, do you know you are seeking death?" Jiangkou Chongchi took the flashlight and fired wildly in the sky, but there was no sign of people.

Zhong Yue was stunned and looked at Xu Wei who was fighting with Gu Shan again. It seemed that not everyone could get down. He was almost tricked by Lao Qi to the big yellow croaker. He gradually felt that his body was slowly recovering under the nourishment of Mo Yun and could stand up. So he stood up with the rock body behind him, looked at the Jiangkou Chongchi on the cliff, and murmured: "It seems that I'll do it myself."

His body's breath surged!

Zhong Yue, who had already confirmed calligraphy and painting, waited for the robe and bowl of Long Sheng Zhang Sengyou, and his squatted brushwork was perfect, and the ink rhyme on his body condensed into a right-sided dress.

Zhong Yue was shocked.

Is this... equipment? Is it picked up for free? Or is it the kind of person who has reached level 99 and given a dragon-slaying sword?

His aura is still rising.

The nine powers of the gods and man have already understood the third level of realm, and have long surpassed the height of ordinary brushwork. It is no exaggeration to say that now Zhong Yue has to establish his own rules and be unique. In ancient times, he could have established a sect. His aura was slow to slow down at the peak of the squatting edge. Zhong Yue felt that he could actually use a little force to break through this barrier, but the Tai Chi Dragon Diagram has not yet understood and the Yin and Yang have not been perfected. It seems a bit unworthy to give up his own hegemony for a mixed fish.

"Let's do it for now."

Feeling Zhong Yue's strong meridians, Zhong Yue felt how He Zhizhang and others were so handsome and powerful. Before his every move, he was no longer as weak as a literati. It seemed that the ink rhyme could drive any ordinary thing in the world.

His eyes were staring at the flashlight that was shining.

"You can see the sun, why fear the slightest thing!"

Jiangkou Chongchi was frightened. Isn’t this person afraid of strong light? This is a lithium battery, and most people have long covered their eyes with their hands!

Zhong Yue walked over with a smile, "Mr. Chongchi, there will be a deep abyss in the future."

"Ah...Suiya!"

"Suzu!..."

Zhong Yue narrowed his eyes. He never thought of killing a human being, but tonight!

Those who offend our China will be punished even if they are far away!

"Do you believe in fate? The great priest?"

"Bridge bean sack, Qiao bean sack..." Jiangkou Chongchi had retreated to the edge of the cliff.

With a wave of Zhong Yue's hand, Mo Yun became an invisible claw in the darkness, locking Jiangkou Chongchi tightly in place.

The Gu Shanyi, who was dragged by the Mo Man Xu Wei, was also thrown to Zhong Yue, as if he had been hit by some bullet, but black smoke was emitted.

"If you don't have any tools, you can stop at the right time. The anger is too heavy! It will harm you and will not benefit you!"

Xu Wenchang, a man from the mom, cursed angrily: "Fuck!"

“…”

“…”

Bai Shiweng immediately turned against him, "Mr. Qingteng said you fart!"

Wen Zhengming: “…”

"This is self-defense!"

Zhong Yue looked at the faceless man Xu Wenchang, took his sword, and slowly stabbed into the heart of Jiangkou Chongchi.

"If someone offends me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will...you...mom!"
Chapter completed!