In a panic, Zhang Han subconsciously blocked his other arm in front of his face, and the hatchet that he chopped out with his right hand could not be taken back due to inertia, so he tilted his body out.

Seeing that his sharp mouth was about to hit Zhang Han's neck, the sharp teeth in his mouth showed a bloodthirsty cold light. If he was bitten, he would die on the spot!

"My life is over!"

Zhang Han was sad from it, and the courage he had finally plucked up instantly dissipated, and his heart was cold.

At this moment, many scenes passed through his mind, his parents, the anger and unwillingness before his death, and the vicious words of the people in the village poked their backs behind their backs. He knew all this, but he still chose to turn a blind eye to survive...

That bitch was right, what kind of face would he live if he was a traitor like me who was a son of a son?

Death...it's just dead. Those outsiders who live at home probably won't be able to survive tonight, haha...

"I have never seen such a disgusting thing in my life!"

At this moment, with the sound coming, Long Aotian's figure arrived in an instant, and his spiritual power penetrated his palm, with a dazzling red light, slapped the weasel's wide open mouth.

I saw the other party's fishy and disgusting mouth slapped directly, and his tongue was shaking weakly, and it was rippling out.

His head almost turned half a circle, and in a strange arc, he fell to the ground with his transformed body.

Zhang Han, who thought he would die without a doubt, heard a scream. He quickly opened his eyes without any pain. When he saw Long Aotian and the human-headed weasel who fell to the ground, he immediately realized that he was rescued.

As soon as my legs were weak, I could no longer support the weight of my body and collapsed directly on the ground.

A smell of smell came, soaking the ground on his collapsed ground.

He gasped heavily, and after fear, a burst of ecstasy surged into his heart: If you don’t die, you don’t have to die. It’s great, someone saved me, it’s great!

"ah!!!!"

Hua Erniang seemed to have seen a ghost, and her screams penetrated the roof. Now almost half of the people in the village heard it again.

As the spiritual power shook, Long Aotian shook his sleeves, and a strong wind blew by, directly hitting the other party against the wall. Long Aotian didn't even want to take a look at his unbearable posture.

Spicy!

At this time, the village gradually became turbulent, and the sounds of conversation were vaguely heard everywhere.

"What's wrong? It sounds like it was coming from Hua Erniang's house."

"I don't know? I heard Zhang Han call. Did I finally unable to bear the torture? Is this a death-breaking battle?"

"Swish! I don't know if the fish is dead, but that weasel's net is so easy to break?"

"Oh... I'm also a miserable person, I'm involved in this kind of thing."

"A bad guy! When his father and mother died, you were scolding him behind his back..."

"It's like you didn't scold me."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Someone stopped the noise between them and Xunsheng asked:

"Do you want to go and have a look?"

When he asked this, another hesitant voice came from other locations: "Not good, right? What if the weasel is here, aren't we going to deliver vegetables? Otherwise... you go over to Tan Tan Feng yourself, and we'll wait for you here?"

"Look at what you said, is this human word... If you are afraid, I am not afraid?"

Someone sighed again, "I'm just pitying those passers-by. Tonight, I'm afraid it's a lot of luck..."

The villagers came out and gathered together, but they just watched from a distance that the weasel's remaining power was still there, making them afraid to act rashly and worry about causing trouble.

And the people they said that "there are so many bad luck" had already come out of the house one by one and surrounded the weasel that had recovered their bodies.

In the yard, Luo Yan, who brought out the only Grand Master Chair in the family, sat down with other sisters, stopped busy and looked at the weasel with disgust and contempt, and then looked at Hua Erniang and Zhang Han who were dressed in messy clothes and foaming at her mouth.

Ali in the distance mooed, lazily lying on the ground and sleeping with his eyes closed: This weasel's eyesight is not good...

Not to mention Long Aotian's awkward tactic, just talking about Qi Lu, they are all stupid people. If you meet this group of people, you are not honest, so why are you pretending to be a great immortal?

Qi Lu sat on the chair and looked at the weasel lying on the ground trembling, looking neither sad nor happy, like a clay sculpture.

"Master, please spare me! Mayor, please spare me! The young man was confused for a moment and did this. Please spare me this time because it is difficult for the young man to practice!"

After being slapped, in order to protect itself, the crooked-mouthed weasel stuck out his butt and a poisonous gas that could kill people gush out, but it turned its head and ran away without stopping.

Long Aotian didn't care about the two people who were foaming at the mouth, and Shi Shiran left the room. It seemed that he had no intention of chasing him.

Not to mention, the speed was quite fast, and a yellow light flashed, bringing a breeze, and in the blink of an eye, it escaped into the yard. As long as you climb over the fence wall, you can escape from the sky!

only……

The reason why fantasy is called fantasy means that he cannot do it in reality!

The Ali, who pretended to be unable to sleep, was as hard as steel and had a barbed tail, and suddenly grew in front of the other party and instantly appeared in front of him. It seemed like a whip flower was shaking, and a burst of air sounded, sucking it firmly.

"Well!"

The poor weasel, who had already jumped into the air, was pulled back without lifting it up in one breath.

Smoke of dust splashed on the ground, and the wound spread from the jaw to between the legs.

"Are you still running?"

Long Aotian kicked it on the back door, and his spiritual power surgingly destroyed its lower airway.

"ah!!!"

The weasel screamed incessantly, but he still screamed while hurriedly saying, "I won't run away, I won't run away..."

After Qi Lu and the others came out, they saw the weasel constantly begging for mercy in pain, but they were not helping at all.

But it doesn’t matter. Isn’t the role of tooling people just to deal with these small problems? Otherwise, what’s the use of keeping them?

Long Aotian:???

"How many women have they harmed?"

Qi Lu asked in a warm voice, just like an ordinary quarrel, without seeing any strange emotions.

"Master, there is only one, just one!"

"Yeah, that's fine, I believe in you."

The weasel seemed to have heard it wrong. After confirming that Qi Lu was not saying anything, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and kowtowed like garlic: "Thank you for your kindness! The master is indeed a role model of human race, a model of both virtue and a model of conquering people with virtue..."

Qi Lu waved his hand: "You are not a human."

"Oh, I will conquer the demon with virtue, so I will conquer the demon with virtue!"

Seeing that it was so good at licking, Qi Lu felt much more comfortable and said to Long Aotian: "Then let me give it a good time? Oh, by the way, Tian'er, remember to destroy the soul. If it is such a mess, don't have the chance to reincarnate."

"Thank you, sir, thank you...hey?"
Chapter completed!