Chapter 650 Bomb Witches

In the next few days, something began to circulate in Xianluo.

An oriental man appeared in Xianluo, bringing a bride everywhere he went, specifically looking for trouble with Head teacher in southeast asia and the black witches in the west.

Sweeping through southeast asia, Head teacher was invincible.

The point is, this couple doesn't have a fixed line.

It was often a place to fight, a city to change, three cities to change in five days, even if the crowd chased them, they could not find a chance to revenge.

In the past, these cultivators who invaded Xianluo often talked about the following topics after meeting:

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

"We found another Blessed passage."

Or:

"Is there any news about the exact opening time of Blessed Land?"

Now, the topic that everyone talked about the most was changed to:

"Have you heard about that?"

"What is it?"

"Head teacher in the next city is in trouble again."

Or:

"Did you hear that just last night, a large group of cultivators gathered in the buddhist temple next door to us, trying to seize the place of the passageway, but the forces of several parties failed to fight, and the city was full of hatred and hatred to kill a man."

"Hiss! What did this guy do to make people angry?"

"It's nothing. He just blew up one of the vice presidents' clothes of the Witch organization. The vice president of the Witch organization wanted to vent his anger for days on behalf of her female members and wanted to kill that guy... In the end, no one was killed. The cursed robe on her accidentally touched the curse and was blown up instead... As for women, they are all stingy and value chastity more than life... The most important thing is that witches are more beautiful than one another, especially those at the top of the Witch organization. The stronger they are, the better their genes are, and the more beautiful they are. There are many masters in europe who are her pursuers. Think about it. The goddess that you've been kneeling and licking so hard hasn't caught up with yet. Instead, she's suddenly turned green. Tell me, can those masters not fight for that guy?"

"This... I remember a vice president of the Witch organization, it seems..."

"Shh! Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! Don't talk about that name in a random way. Be careful that you get involved with me... Anyway, that guy is famous in europe now, and europe has given him a nickname."

"What nickname?"

"The last witch hunter! Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. Why does he bother witches?"

...

Achoo.

After a day of filming, Fang Zheng returned to the hotel and sneezed for no reason.

Fang Zheng rubbed his nose and muttered. Given his current physique, he should not have caught a cold. Was anyone thinking about him?

Yiyi must have missed him.

Fang Zheng went back to her room and made a video call with Yiyi once a day.

Recently, Yiyi lived in Zuo qianhu's store, so Fang Zheng could see Zuo qianhu in the store every time he made a video call to Yiyi.

As soon as the video call was connected, Yiyi's head was trying to reach the camera. The little guy was still wearing a little dinosaur costume, so close to the camera, as if he wanted to see Fang Zheng more clearly.

The little guy's mind was very simple, and this was the strong yearning of the other party.

"Yiyi, have you gained weight recently? How come your face in front of the camera is bigger than before?" Fang Zheng pretended to be surprised and teased Yiyi half-jokingly.

Yiyi sat down and put the tablet away, as if to prove to Fang Zheng that Yiyi did not gain weight, Yiyi had a small face, and Yiyi was still the same Yiyi as before.

Fang Zheng was amused by the little guy's pure mind.

Children seem to be born with the ability to heal all the fatigue of an adult's day.

No matter how hard it is outside, no matter how tired you are, when you think of your family missing you, all your fatigue will be put down.

Fang Zheng began to talk to Yiyi about what he had seen and heard in Xianluo, and about all kinds of strange and exotic things he had seen.

This is Yiyi's favorite story every day.

Because of his special identity, Yiyi, who had been staying at home, was full of endless love and desire for the outside world.

When it comes to the exciting and thrilling scenes of filming, Yiyi would also pick up the Hei, who was sleeping in. They were obviously timid and scared, but they tried to be brave and listen.

Only the Hei, held tightly in Yiyi's arms, looked askance from start to finish, as if looking at Fang Zheng in the camera with a cane.

As if to say, your story can only scare simple little girls, it can not deceive the wise cat.

Zuo qianhu, on the other hand, laughed at the warm curtain in front of him.

"Yiyi, haven't you always wanted to surprise brother zhiqiu?" Zuo qianhu gave Yiyi an encouraging look.

Yiyi's eyes sparkled with joy. Yiyi, who was wearing a dinosaur costume, ran to the shelf. Then he took it very seriously, like a treasure, and carefully brought a small wooden carving.

"Brother zhiqiu, Yiyi has made great progress in the past half month without you." Zuo qianhu said mysteriously.

With Yiyi's expectant eyes, Yiyi carefully placed the small wooden carving on the table.

Fang Zheng finally saw what the wood carving looked like.

It was a short stick the size of a finger.

Looking at the wood of the miniature stick, which was pitch black and as black as ink, Fang Zheng felt familiar, "Brother zuo, this material of the miniature stick is not a corner of the coffin that was used to heal Yiyi last time, is it?"

Zuo qianhu nodded, "It is indeed the coffin. Yiyi finally finished carving today. But because the size of the wood is limited, only one stick can be carved."

Fang Zheng didn't interrupt, but waited for Zuo qianhu's next words.

Sure enough, Zuo qianhu continued, "Brother zhiqiu, but do you think this short stick is just as ordinary as the previous wood carving?"

"Look."

Strong!

Zuo qianhu's ring finger was interlocked with his thumb, and then his ring finger flicked the small stick, making a sound like a clang of gold and iron.

A magical scene happened.

On the miniature wooden stick, a moon knife actually burst out. With a flash of cold light, the moon knife had already split on the carving table.

Wheeze!

Leaving a faint mark.

Although it didn't hurt much, Fang Zheng still had a surprised look on his face, and then he was genuinely happy for Yiyi.

"Yiyi, keep going!"

"Work hard with Zuo qianhu. It's best to steal the master to Zuo qianhu's left and right. The apprentice starves the master to death!"

Yiyi held Zuo qianhu's arm tightly. Although she could not speak, she could instantly make people understand what she meant.

Yiyi would never starve his master to death.

Master will always be Yiyi's master.

Zuo qianhu laughed heartily, rubbed Yiyi's little head lovingly, and gave Fang Zheng a proud look.

...

When Fang Zheng ended the video call with Yiyi, Zuo qianhu had something else to talk to Fang Zheng before the line was cut off.

Zuo qianhu: "I heard you made a lot of noise in Xianluo, and someone nicknamed you' the last witch hunter'?"

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