Chapter 849

Weasel wept with joy, and finally continued to kowtow, which made little three more speechless. "I said how can you kowtow again, stop kowtow, and take your wife and children with you."

The third child is no longer pretending. He raises his feet heavily and stomps to the ground. A sharp white light comes from his feet. He is the center and starts to disperse. But when the white light spreads to the edge of the temple, it seems that it collides with something. Even the land under his feet shakes, making the weasel tremble with his wife and children.

"What are you still doing here, not leaving?"

The weasel wants to go. I'm afraid that the thief won't give up his mind and rob and kill him halfway. Instead, he stays with such a high man. Maybe he's OK.

"I'll stay and help!" he said in a righteous manner

"Poof." The third child looked at him with a sneer, like a smile rather than a smile, but he didn't tear it down. He allowed him to stand aside and said, "whatever you want, I'll do it later."

As soon as he said this, Weasel refused to leave even more. After all, all the high people agreed.

The border was shaken away. At last, Xiao San's dangerlang looked reliable from the beginning. He stared at the statue not far away and sneered: "pretend to be like that, but don't get out yet." As soon as the words fell, the statue was suddenly blown to pieces, and no one could see how he did it.

"I don't know when such a man came from city A."

When someone came in black, the whole person stood in the shadow, so that people could not see what he looked like. However, little saner didn't need to see, he just needed to feel.

"I dare to stand in front of a garbage that has been dead for two hundred years. Your master is too contemptuous."

The zombie didn't worry about his identity being recognized. Instead, he said, "I don't know who the master is. If you are willing to tell me, maybe you still know my master."

After two hundred years of death, the voice was hoarse, just like the broken bellows. It was really ugly.

"You don't deserve to set me up. Say, is it you who invite your master out, or I will kill you and wait for your master to come to me? "

The zombie is just one of his people. He hesitated for a moment. On the surface, it is no doubt that the zombie is the same as before, but this second is in the eyes of Rong Xuan.

"Your master's so much trouble, let me guess, what do you want me?" Rong Yu opened his mouth slowly, which was different from the sound of his broken bellows. His voice was like the spring breeze in February, which made people feel like bathing in the spring breeze. "I'm just an ordinary person, just like skin, flesh and bone."

He said firmly, but the zombie suddenly sneered, "arrogance! It's true that all human beings are like this. A pair of broken skin bags is nothing after 100 years. What my Lord wants is your seven spirits and six spirits! "

Although Xiao san'er can easily deal with him, he still wants to know what they want to tolerate after talking with him for such a long time. But before he asks, he has pulled out the old man and immediately admires him: "you are not only beautiful, but also smart."

A big man was said that beauty is not good to be happy, but Rong Yu said with a smile, "you are also very powerful."

The two flattered each other, and the zombie finally understood that he was trapped by others, and immediately became angry, "my Lord will not let you go!"

"Well, I'm waiting for him, so when on earth is he afraid? Or did you

"Fart, my Lord and tiantongshou, how can we be afraid of such things as you!"

It's an exaggeration to say the same life with the heaven. Up to now, even the little three, who are gods and beasts, can't be called the same life with the heaven. Those who dare to shout at random are generally those things that can't be put on the table.

"Well, I overestimate your master. If I could send you such a 200 year old gadget, it would not be a great role."

He said sorry, but the zombie was mad.

"Wind in the morning, back up." There was a vigorous voice out of the sky, and then suddenly there was an old man with a clear wind and bones in front of the crowd. If there was not a zombie standing behind him, it would be a bit of an outsider.

When the zombie saw him appear, he immediately knelt down, but as a zombie, his action was somewhat slow.

The third child tut a, very arrogant turned a white eye, "a virtual shadow also dare to fill the scene, it is also too despised." When he spoke, he waved his right hand gently, and the figure of the old man was suddenly empty.

"The afterlife is dreadful."

"Posterity? You mean me? " The handsome face of the third child is twisted. You can't take advantage of him just because he is so young. He can be called his elder. There is no such thing in the world. If you die, you will be the same!

"The old man is dying!"

As soon as I get angry, the strength in my hand is heavier. So there are several broken temples with walls before, which will be nothing left. As for the old way, it has disappeared without trace. But the zombie, which has been pressed under the wall, can't move.

"I just want to be a good man. You've been dead for two hundred years, and it's time to give birth." He said understatement, but other people are staring at the eyes, such as the zombies controlled by people, the main soul is all detained by the so-called master, the three spirits are not together, how to surpass, but thinking of his wife and children, he suddenly lost his voice.

The third child can do this kind of work. According to the Scripture, the zombies under the wall will soon be left with only a bunch of white bones.

At the other end, in a villa at the other end of city a, an old man was sitting in front of the pot, but half of it was done, but he suddenly burst out with blood.

Blood sprayed on the clay pot, and the people around immediately surrounded it anxiously.

"Master, are you ok?"

The old man broke his eyes and forgot to wipe off the blood on the corners of his mouth. He just said: "it's very good. Dare to destroy my zombie! Dare to break my array! "

The disciples all knew what he wanted to do. Hearing the words, they all said in amazement, "master, this is a failure? Who cursed it? " It seems that I can't believe it. "No, the whole a city can compete with you. You've cheated it out. No one is your opponent right now?"

"But there is such a man!" The old man's ferocious face, "paper and pen!"

When the pen and paper were brought, he quickly drew a sketch. Soon, a face appeared in front of everyone.

"Check! Give me a good look, where is this small volume old! How dare you do me good! "

The disciples took over the paper, on which there was a picture of a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was very young and also a stranger.