"Ha!" Wanwan ran behind Zhong Jianian, slapped him on the calves, and stared at him with a fierce look.

Zhong Jianian looked down at the little one who was not much taller than his knees. A twisted and evil smile slowly rose on his face, and the patterns on his face became even more weird.

The sound in his throat was hoarse and broken, gloomy and particularly terrifying.

"You little boy, don't show off if you haven't learned your skills well. Haven't your master taught you?"

Wanwan changed another slap, and this time she finally released a spiritual energy and penetrated Zhong Jianian's body.

Zhong Jianian suddenly leaned back and hit the floor with a clang, with a look on her face a little confused.

Xia Zhihuai was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He slammed Zhong Jianian on the floor with the strength of the old bull's nose, turned his head to look at Wanwan: "Tao Wanwan, if you can't deal with him, let's run away quickly."

"If you want to run, it's not that easy!"

Zhong Jianian still laughed at Xia Zhihuai who was overestimating his abilities in a strange voice.

He had no focus at all, and suddenly stood in front of Xia Zhihuai, stretched out his hand to strangle the other person's neck.

Wanwan's eyes suddenly turned red, and her little palm pressed on her lower abdomen, shaking the body of the peach tree in the upper realm, and slowly pulled out a peach wood sword from her lower abdomen.

"Ha!" Wanwan hit Zhong Jianian's leg with a sword, and a black air was immediately pulled out by her.

"Do you dare to bully my brother, don't you want to mess around?" Wanwan roared in a silence.

Zhong Jianian let go of Xia Zhihuai and his body suddenly twitched and fell to the ground.

Xia Zhihuai touched his neck with lingering fear, and looked at the majestic Wanwan, and felt that the scene was a bit fantastic.

Where did the wooden sword in her hand come from?

And Wanwan's quotations that were full of school domineering atmosphere just now, who did she learn from?

"Little one, do you want to die?" The ghost screamed shrillly.

Wanwan frowned and choked, "You just want to die! You can bully me, but you can't bully my brother!"

"Today there are you or not, there are me or not!"

"You're dead." Wanwan said harshly as usual before making a move.

Xia Zhihuai put his forehead on his face and said speechlessly: "Tao Wanwan, the villain died because he talked too much!"

Wanwan turned her head and said, "I understand. But the master said that you should have enough momentum before the fight, otherwise you will lose half of the game."

Xia Zhihuai had such a heart attack: "..." Which silly sculpture she learned to be like this?

Xue Yang got up from the ground, helped up the unconscious Zhong Jianian, and said in fear: "What should I do now?"

Wanwan held the peach wood sword tightly with both hands and said confidently: "Don't worry, auntie, Wanwan will beat it up so much that her mother doesn't recognize it!"

"Little kid, you're a little tender." The black shadow rushed towards Wanwan.

Xia Zhihuai suddenly stood up from the ground, hugged Wanwan and rolled away.

Wanwan was wrapped in his arms and arched her head: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"It's too fast. You're not the opponent of that thing. Let's go first today and find a powerful Taoist priest to deal with it."

Xia Zhihuai didn't want to pin his hopes on Wanwan. She was just a three and a half-year-old little brat. No matter how capable she was, she could not cover the three of them. She had to deal with this monster who didn't know how deep she was in Taoism.

Wanwan felt that she was underestimated.

She is also a little boy who has studied art lessons seriously. How can she deal with a bad thing with less than a hundred years of cultivation?

But why doesn’t my brother believe her?

"Brother, be careful!"

Wanwan looked at the bad thing that wanted to pounce into Xia Zhihuai's body, her little arm stretched out from Xia Zhihuai's armpit, threw the peach wood sword in her hand, and pinned it accurately on the black shadow, nailing the black bad thing to the wall, and couldn't break free.

The music room was filled with creepy screams and mercy.

"Let me go!"

"Please let me go!"

"Take the sword away quickly, I'm going to be gone..."

Xia Zhihuai opened one of his originally closed eyes and turned his head mechanically to look behind him.

Wanwan kissed his cheek and smiled sweetly, "Brother, don't be afraid, Wanwan said she can protect you."

Xia Zhihuai finally breathed a sigh of relief and kissed Wanwan on the cheek hard.

"You just want to scare me to death, little brat!"

Wanwan poked his cheek: "Can brother let go of me? You are so heavy, I'm almost breathless."

Xia Zhihuaibai was moved, got up from the ground, looked at the shadows twisting on the wall, and wiped the cold sweat from his palm on his pants.

At that moment, he really thought he was going to be finished.

After all, Wanwan looks too slutty.

Wanwan ran to the wall, looking at the bad things that were getting fainter and fainter, thinking about whether to let it go to ashes or send it to the underworld to be punished and then enter the cycle of reincarnation.

...

Xue Yang's blood that was about to freeze finally began to flow slowly. She protected Zhong Jianian and stared blankly at the wooden sword that was nailed into the wall, but she couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

Is this really the wrist strength of a three and a half year old child?

The wall is not tofu, how could a wooden sword be inserted into the wall so deep with just throwing it?

Wanwan, what is the origin of it?

At this moment, Zhong Jianian woke up slowly. His arm was already injured, and it seemed like it was broken at this moment.

When I looked down, the bandage on my arm had been stained with blood.

"Xue Yang, what's wrong with me?" Zhong Jianian looked at the agent beside him and hadn't reacted for a while.

Xue Yang suddenly came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "You were just overwhelmed by that thing and almost killed Xia Zhihuai and me."

Zhong Jianian widened his eyes in shock: "I..."

He really had no feelings at all, not even memory.

"Where is Xia Zhihuai? Is he injured? And Wanwan, are they all siblings okay?" Zhong Jianian sat up on the floor and asked nervously.

Xue Yang looked into the corner and Zhong Jianian suddenly felt relieved when he saw the two people standing in the corner.

"They are fine. Thanks to Wanwan, she seemed to have nailed the bad thing to the wall with a sword. But I can't see it."

Xue Yang smiled bitterly and looked at the blank wall.

Only when that bad thing got on Zhong Jianian's body did her face with strange patterns that she deeply realized the fantasy side of this world.

It's quite difficult to accept.

The three views were broken and reorganized on the spot, probably that was the case.

After she went back, she would burn incense and ingots for her ancestors during festivals and go to the temple to add incense and oil to seek peace.

As long as this kind of thing works once, it will be a life-saving blessing.

But it's best not to use it for the rest of your life.

Zhong Jianian rubbed his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the wall, hesitating: "I seem to...can I see that shadow?"

Xue Yang looked at him in surprise: "There will be no sequelae, right?"

"Ask Wanwan later." Zhong Jianian said.

He got up from the ground, walked behind Wanwan, and looked at her embarrassed look: "Is this considered conquering?"

Wanwan tilted her head: "I'm wondering whether to send it to the underworld to be punished or to break it up directly."

“Is there any difference?”

Zhong Jianian didn't understand it very much, and he looked at Xia Zhihuai, who was confused.

Xia Zhihuai spread his hands and shrugged funnyly: "Don't look at me, I know nothing."

Wanwan said patiently: "There is a difference. If it is broken, it will be a scattered person and there will be no future life. If you send it back to the underworld, you will be punished. As long as they can clear their karma debts, they will be reincarnated as human beings in the next life."

"The Master said that the great way is fifty, the heavens are four nine, and people escape one."

"It's said that the way of heaven is ruthless, and there is still a glimmer of hope for sentient beings."

"If humanity is ruthless, then there is no hope of life."

Xia Zhihuai was a little suspicious of his life and turned his head to look at Zhong Jianian: "Have you learned these in kindergarten?"

"I haven't studied it in college, let alone kindergarten."

Zhong Jianian thought he might need to go back to study in a kindergarten again. Is even children like this now?

Xia Zhihuai patted Wanwan's back of the head: "Little comrade, please speak humanly!"

Wanwan blinked: "Forget it if you don't understand, my brother is illiterate, it's a real shame!"
Chapter completed!