He took a breath, like a long whale sucking water, holding the fire in his belly, burping and vomiting again.

Use the way of others to treat others' body.

Compared with Grandma Er, the fire the master vomits is not a little stronger than Grandma Er, but there is a difference between clouds and mud.

Grandma E was shocked and kept chanting something. The crutches on the ground with both hands were split into fire in half like a knife, leaving just a single empty space, and she and Dongbai could not burn her and the fire became a sea, and Grandma E shook it.

"Damn old woman, are you still obsessed with it?" The master did not take another step. He teased him before catching a cat and a mouse. Did the master think that Grandma Er and Dongbai could not escape from his palm?

"You're dreaming." Grandma Er spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, with a trace of blood.

With a loud noise, Grandma E inserted its crutch into the floor and tore the sleeve of the robe on its right arm. The right arm was exactly the same as on its face, with scars. Grandma E played a witch dance, like a madman, nagging, and reciting a congratulation.

A neurotic dance.

"Oh, sergeant." The master scoffed, "I thought you witches would have nothing else except to curse the slap man."

A witch is a blessing. A woman can do things invisibly and dance to the gods.

Grandma E’s face and the scar on her right arm were cracked into a crack, but there was no drop of blood. The crack was covered with black air, like silk threads, gathering on top of his head, tossing and turning, changing towards the human form...

After the dance stopped, there was a person standing above Grandma E’s head, her beard on her face was like grass, her eyes were larger than that of a grenade. The dancer had a judge's pen and a mouth screaming.

Zhang Yang knew that it was Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui is a powerful general who fights ghosts.

Dongbai held his hands in his chest and was praying.

"All the big kings and little ghosts are obeyed my orders." Grandma E ordered her. At this moment, she was three-point like a human being and seven-point like a ghost, which made people shudder.

Zhang Yang saw a vague shadow jumping up and down the room, and then circled around the master without a trace.

Time seemed to stop for a second, and then, the room was filled with Zhong Kui, grinning, and it was like carved from a mold.

Which one is true? Who can tell the truth about the true and the false?

Zhang Yang exhaled, and Tao was one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things, and suddenly it changed.

Zhong Kui surrounded his master and held the pen and flew away. He drew red talismans, which were like a lightning talisman, and the master was covered with skin and flesh.

The newly arrogant master Jingruo is a virgin. He watched all directions and listened to Zhong Kui's ghost painting talismans. He had several holes on his body. How much blood can he have to flow?

Suddenly, a light flashed in the owner's eyes. He moved like a rabbit, and he had already pinched a Zhong Kui who was one arrow away in his hand, like a chicken that could be slaughtered. Zhong Kui's throat was gulp.

"Grandma Er, you are too embarrassed by your master's face. What's the point of immortality?" The master tore Zhong Kui in half, and Zhong Kui, who was still in the room just now, swept it away.

To capture the thief, first capture the king, kill the king, and the little devil scattered like birds and beasts.

If it weren't for the master's blood, Zhang Yang would have thought he had a dream.

Zhong Kui was torn in half, and Grandma Er felt like she was feeling empathy, spraying a mouthful of blood, and her body trembled.

"Grandma Er." Dong Bai shouted, his face shuddered and no one looked scared.

"Good child...Mother-in-law is fine." Grandma E pulled her mouth and wanted to laugh, but she couldn't do it. The master was right. She was still far from the art of slaughtering gods. But if something happened to Dong Bai, she would die with her eyes open.

"Yeah..." Dong Bai nodded, hugged Grandma E, shed two lines of tears, like a helpless child.

Grandma Er, who was at the end of her strength, squirted another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Mother-in-law..." Dong Bai was in a mess and tears had already broken through.

"On the day of great joy, stop crying." The master wanted to cut the mess quickly, but he only took one step, but he had already arrived in front of Grandma Er. Suddenly, his eyes dazzled, and a force like a mountain pressing over him came to his face.

The master is retreating without help.

In a realm where someone knows nothing, something opens his eyes.

"Who? Who is it?" The owner panicked and looked around the room. There were still four people in the room, Zhang Yang, the man in white drinking, Dongbai and Grandma Er.

Dongbai just stood there, protecting Grandma Er.

Could it be her? He heard that the person with the eight characters of Renxu, Jiachen, Yimao, Renwu can hit three thousand miles, and swayed up ninety thousand miles, but he looked left and right, and he was just a weak little girl, and his master couldn't touch his mind. But how could he let the cooked duck fly?

The owner's body moves with his heart, and his claws are less than one foot away from Dongbai.

Dongbai closed his eyes, and his face was covered with rain, and he sat waiting for death. Before this night, she was just a carefree girl. When she was lonely, she counted her toes with her fingers. She was happy and would sing a lullaby for Huaer. Her heart was attracted as medicine and Grandma Er was injured, which was unexpected. It was really like what the master said outside, it was messy.

Seeing a beautiful little girl being tricked by a strange uncle, how could she be so proud of her feelings?

He held the three-foot moonlight and drew a wisp like a wisp.

"Keng." The two swords touched each other. The two people dispersed in the air at once.

The man in white who sat and drank from beginning to end was holding a sword, but his other hand was still holding a cup.

He just took Zhang Yang's sword.

"Sir, a handsome and elegant man, is actually with the aliens." Zhang Yang held Dongbai's waist with his left hand, pointed his sword at the master, and glanced at the man in white.

"Thank you for the master's fine wine for so many years. I just talked about my thoughts with my sword." The man in white shook his hand, inserted the sword on a pillar, and floated away.

"Customer, don't meddle in other people's business." The owner's eyebrows jumped, and Zhang Yang saved someone in his hand and was like taking a piece of food.

"Nothing business? Master forgot, you just became a matchmaker for us." Zhang Yang shook his head, as if he was blaming the master for forgetting things.

Dong Bairu is in the clouds and fog, and then she realizes it later: She is in the arms of a person?

Dongbai, who was in desperate situation, wanted to lean on Zhang Yang's shoulder and cry again. He ignored the words of the master and Zhang Yang.

"Oh." The master patted his forehead and suddenly realized, "So affectionately since ancient times, I will definitely fulfill the good things of the two, so that you will never be separated, and die will be the same acupoint."

"Thank you" Zhang Yang was grateful, and sighed and said, "It's just a heart, I'll give it to you."

"Boy..." Grandma Er wanted to eat Zhang Yang's meat and drink Zhang Yang's blood. She wanted Zhang Yang to have ulterior motives. She had just breathed a sigh of relief and was anxious again.

Zhang Yang inserted three feet of moonlight into the ground. Looking at Dongbai, he looked at him, and another tears slid down his face.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Zhang Yang wiped the tears for her and said quietly: "It's just a heart, I'll give it to you."
Chapter completed!