Zhang Yang inserted his hand into his chest, dug out a heart, held it in his hand, and his heart was beating one after another.

"Ah." Dong Bai covered his mouth with his hands.

Grandma Er was also stunned.

"Do you want it? Just give it to you." Zhang Yang threw his heart to his master.

The master went to pick him up, but a glutton came with his teeth and claws.

If Su Dongpo saw this scene, he would mourn his misfortune and look at Zhang Yang in anger, and then leave without a sound. The art of being abominable by him was originally abominable. But he was mourning to Zhang Yang more than to die.

When Zhang Yang was seven or eight years old, he raised four little ghosts and followed him to make trouble. Dongpo's lungs exploded. He pointed to the mountain gate of Beidou Cliff and told him to get out. Pan was anxious and jumped and scolded: "You want to drive him away, why don't you even drive me together? You are out of here, I know you dislike us two..."

Pan spitted Dongpo's face with a slut. Dongpo dared not say anything. With Pan, Dongpo couldn't beat a single one. Then, Dongpo let Zhang Yang go and cause trouble outside the Beidou Cliff. He turned a blind eye to others. If you leave the Beidou Cliff gate, don't go back and get out of here.

Bibab followed Zhang Yang for eight lifetimes and was worried all day long. For example, at this moment, he was looking at the ghost, his heart was getting up and down, but he still had to go. Compared to this ghost, he was more afraid of Zhang Yang.

The master waved his sleeves and Bibab flew to the wall, unable to button it down.

"It's useless." Zhang Yang curled his lips, feeling that Bibab was embarrassed by him.

At the banquet, Dongbai saw Zhang Yang sitting at the table and felt that something was missing. What was missing was this little guy.

Bibab came to Zhang Yang's feet with fear, blinked his eyes, like a child who had left his mother.

Being cute again.

Zhang Yang kicked him without hesitation.

Bibab hid under Dongbai's feet and Ge Er compiled the song.

Dongbai actually felt like he was a man from the world. He bent his waist and hugged Bibab in his arms.

"Little kid, you really have a trick." Zhang Yang said a pun, trying to tear Bibab's mouth.

"Zhang Yang...Brother, just spare it." Dong Bai frowned and I felt pity for him. Seeing Zhang Yang digging his heart, a sixteen-year-old girl was stunned when she encountered such a thing, but she was only a false alarm. Is this a dream? If so, wake up quickly.

Seeing Dongbai's tears rolling in his eyes, Zhang Yang's heart was relieved.

"Uh...Okay." Zhang Yang actually let Bibab go and rub Bibab's head. "You are still quite painful."

Bibab was touched by Zhang Yang and the hair was almost wiped off. Such tender skin was so tender that it was all flowing!

"Welcome to guests is not bad, why bother with them?" The host stared at Zhang Yang intently, no longer being aggressive. Zhang Yang's casual move made his heart turn over. The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves before them, which is what this is called.

"Hey, you are not leaving yet? You are willing to leave if you want me to hit you?" Zhang Yang seemed to have forgotten that this was someone else's home.

"The life of the teenager is in the evening, please ask the guests to show their hands." The host bowed to Zhang Yang, hoping that the big things would turn into small things. The ghost in the Noble Kingdom of Hansuin obeyed his advice at the banquet, making him look like a high emperor. He bowed to Zhang Yang and had done his best.

"You are so old, why are you so ignorant? How can you give your wife's heart to others? Of course you have to give it to me." Zhang Yang became more and more arrogant and said nonsense that Dongbai was his wife, Dongbai married him? All men in the world will die.

"In this way, don't blame me for being rude." The host felt very sorry.

In the hall, the owner's body, which was rising up to the mountains, was as light as a gust of wind, surrounding Zhang Yang and Dongbai. In the blink of an eye, five moves had been made.

The real one is empty, and the weak one is real. The master is like a move to ask Dong Bai for his life, which leads Zhang Yang to save him. He also hits the east and west, but his fist covers Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was also happy to save the beauty, but after taking a few moves, he screamed bitterly, what feed did you eat grow? His hands were so numb.

In his arms, Dong Bai's face was so hot and his heart beat faster.

The wall was under the owner's fist, made of tofu. Zhang Yang did not dare to grab his edge, so he hugged Dongbai and ran away, as light as a horse and stepped on a flying swallow. He always turned danger into a barrage at the critical moment.

The master chased after a cup of tea, and the two seemed to be teasing the master.

Why do you deceive others too much?

The master was furious and stepped on a pit on the floor, chasing the wind and lightning, and flew to Zhang Yang's back with a whoosh.

Zhang Yang took a break from his busy schedule, leaned his head and pressed his hand against his fist. With the power of his master, he floated ten steps away and grabbed it with his hand.

"Buzz" the three-foot moonlight inserted on the ground sounded like a ray of light piercing through the master's right shoulder, and snatched it, holding the sword in his hand.

"You, you... it's okay... it's okay." Dongbai hugged him tighter than Bab, and the little guy couldn't breathe.

"It's okay." Zhang Yang swallowed a mouthful of blood. He couldn't say that it was not possible in front of the woman. He was beaten by his master and his bones were broken.

"Don't you know, is it useless to me for scattered iron?" The master smiled.

"Oh?" Zhang Yang heard for the first time that Sanfoot Moonlight was broken, how could anyone die under the Sanfoot Moonlight Sword? If you are not a person, you can die under the Sanfoot Moonlight.

"Ah," the master shouted, his right shoulder seemed to be burning, and he retreated, but he saw his arm falling to the ground.

Zhang Yang chopped off one of his hands, and he was still bragging. Some people say that when the sword is faster than lightning, you cut the deer's head, but the deer is still as if nothing had happened.

"What kind of sword are you?" The master realized that the sword of the man in white saved his life.

"I won't tell you." Zhang Yang beat the dog in the water, holding the moonlight three times, like an arm instructing him, always walking where he should go, and stopping where he must stop, and forcing his master to be in a hurry.

There are three fires in the ghost. Put one on the top and pick one on each shoulder to destroy it. Then the ghost will be destroyed.

Zhang Yang actually wanted to let his master die, his sword flowed and his head was cut.

Fengshui turns and the master of the wheel fled. But Zhang Yang is faster than him, and he is already behind the master by a devil.

"Are you going to die? Or are you going to live?" Zhang Yang put the three-foot moonlight on his master's shoulder.

The master took a breath, looking disbelief. He, who has always regarded himself very highly, was so vulnerable.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yang patted his master's face with his sword.

If the master said he wanted to live, his son would die, and if he said he wanted to die, his life would be lost.

"Do you want to die?" The blade turned around and cut the master's neck. The hilt of the sword reached Zhang Yang's hand again. The slightest mistake was made, and the master's head had been cut.

In a few seconds, the owner's back was wet.

Life and death are also great.

"Please ask the guest to spare my life." The owner had bitten his teeth and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"Okay, go, those glasses of wine are really good." Zhang Yang licked his lips, and his mouth was still fragrant.

The right arm that fell on the floor was already covered with bones, smoky and mist. The owner picked it up, his eyes were filled with Zhang Yang, and he hated Zhang Yang to the bone. "The pain of losing his son and the revenge of broken arms should be remembered, so take care of the guests."
Chapter completed!