Just as the God of Ear was about to take action, he saw a light floating over not far away.

They were blue fireballs floating in the air. Next to the fireballs, there were blue and white skulls floating! The sight slid down and saw white skeletons!

A man with disheveled hair... No, no, no, not a human, but a ghost! He was wearing a loose white robe and floating in the air, looking like he was lying on his face, like flying in the air.

The wind blew away the ghost's long hair, revealing a terrifying golden skull face!

The ears were so scared that they were so scared that they rolled down from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, hitting the tree trunk, and fainted without even making a muffled groan.

As the team gradually approached, the golden skull floating in the air spoke, "Stop and stop."

The entourage, painted black, stopped. The entourage wearing a white skull mask and a black suit, but embroidered with white dead bones on the black suit, put down the sedan chair. One of them held up a cane with both hands and respectfully handed it to the man wearing a golden skull mask.

The man wearing a golden skull mask got up from the sedan chair, took the cane, walked out of the sedan chair in one step and three times, walked to the side in a weak willow and helped the wind, and ordered: "Five five people go downstairs and take a look. It's so strong that it smells of blood. It's so fumigating... so fumigating people a headache. The other five people looked around and could... could... find the two herbs we wanted."

The followers replied: "No."

The man wearing a golden skull mask walked towards the hidden place and cursed, "You, you... are you a mountain? You are so tall, aren't you afraid of being struck in half by lightning?! You should be... Yes... a fly! Huhu... Huhu... deserves to be slapped to death! Look at you... Huhu... Huhu... like a walnut, waiting... waiting... pounding! Why do you have the nerve to treat yourself as... Huhu... Huhu... Huhu... as a mountain?" He heard that he scolded the mountain very tiring, but he didn't understand why he cursed so vigorously. People with verbal indifference generally don't like to talk, afraid of others laughing at each other when they open up. This person is not, just cursing, as if he wants to fight with this obviously not-so-big hill to the end, and finally make him become a human being and kowtow to admit his mistakes.

He said fiercely: "If you don't have those two herbs on you, I, I... I will definitely flatten you! Ao..."

He stepped on the air and fell into the pit where Tang Jiaren pulled out the big tree.

The followers rushed back immediately and raised him out of the pit.

He gasped for a while and finally said, "Let's go... and leave, don't worry about me."

The followers dispersed.

He changed direction and took a few more steps. He saw a tree pit in front of his feet. He snorted lightly, avoided the pit, and walked forward two more steps. As a result, the person fell into the tree pit again: "Ao..."

The followers rushed over and lifted him out of the tree pit.

He leaned against the tree, gasped for a while, and then said, "Let's go, go! No, no... don't worry about me!"

The followers left.

He scolded: "Who... who is digging a hole? Ignore... Impotent! Men don't have cocks, women have cocks!"

After he had enough rest, he simply avoided this section of the road and walked to the side. He was obviously exhausted and gasped for breathing like a dying step every time he took.

Finally, he chose a satisfactory place, leaned against the trunk, gasped for a few breaths before lifting up his robe, untied his belt, and released his little brother...

Between the other side of the tree, Tang Buxiu and Tang Jiaren were lying.

Tang Jiaren took a sudden breath, sat up, and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Do not take a break!"

Two words, the golden skull standing behind the tree was so scared that he shook his whole body!

Tang Jiaren rushed to Tang Buxiu and hurriedly touched his pulse, but... she still had no response.

Tang Jiaren fell to the ground, her eyes becoming empty and unconscious.

After packing up her, the golden skull appeared quietly behind Tang Jiaren, raised her cane and smashed it at Tang Jiaren's head.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jiaren suddenly lowered her head, lay on Tang Buxiu's body, and cried and said, "No! You can't do this! You are so naughty, so naughty, where are you? Come out! Come out!"

The golden skull covered his chest and panted for a while. Finally, he brewed strength again, raised his legs and wanted to kick Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren said in tears: "If you die, I will never fart again."

The golden skull's aggressive kick was directly displaced because he was amused and kicked him in the air. His body tilted and fell directly onto the wood, making a muffled groan in pain.

Tang Jiaren finally heard the movement this time. She turned around and looked at the golden skull. After being startled, she asked tremblingly: "Are you a ghost who came to capture the soul?"

The golden skull smiled strangely, got up, and nodded.

Tang Jiaren punched her golden skull.

The golden skull felt dizzy and dizzy. The body leaned back again and fell on the wood, causing pain in the back of the spine, causing pain in the back.

Tang Jiaren murmured, "Don't take him away." She turned and continued to push Tang Buxiu.

The golden skull slowly took a while and finally gritted his teeth and sat up. When he sat up, the broken mask fell off his face, revealing his face that looked like a sick Xi Shi. This was a very beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful face, but there was no vitality, as if it was a flash of cereus that had bloomed to its peak, and you could already smell the breath after the withering.

His facial lines were very soft, and even his lips looked very soft. But there was a red tear mole on the corner of his eyes at the left end of his eyes, which was small and delicate, like a drop of tears that had just fallen, appearing like a drop of water.

Such extreme beauty fell on the pale face, and there was a bone-eroded fragrance, as if it was a scent that burned to the end. It was gray and white, and even though I knew it would be a disaster, I was in a little hope that was about to burn.

Who is this person? He is Gong Yang Diao Diao, the old enemy who fought in the sky.

He looked at Tang Jiaren, covered his heart with one hand, and then gasped for a few breaths before saying, "You howl... what's the point of howling? This... this person may... not... not dead!"

Tang Jiaren slowly turned around and looked at Gong Yang Diao Diao. The face full of tears broke into Gong Yang Diao Diao's sight. Gong Yang Diao Diao had long been used to separation from life and death. Those grief and sorrow were already numb to him. The sorrow in Tang Jiaren's big round eyes made people feel a little unbearable. Of course, what made Gong Yang Diao Diao look at was that there was a cold arrow in Tang Jiaren's chest! And she didn't notice it.

After Yang Diao Diao took a few more breaths, he continued, "You, you...please, maybe I, I, I..." Because of his unscrupulous expression, he clapped his hands and then continued, "Maybe I am kind and generous, and I will take the initiative to treat him."

Tang Jiaren asked: "Serious?"

Yang Diao Diao replied: "You, you... do you think I'm in the mood to joke with you? I, I, I... I'm very busy."

Tang Jiaren grabbed Gong Yang Diao Diao's wrist and said in surprise: "It's great!" He pulled Yang Diao Diao directly to Tang Buxiu's side, without any preparation at all.

Yang Diao Diao stared at Tang Jiaren and said, "You, you... what do you think I am? You, you... do you know? How many people have to carry eight-carrying sedan chairs and invite me..."

Tang Jiaren slapped Gong Yang Diao Diao on Tang Buxiu and said, "Take a doctor!"

Yang Diao Diao lay on Tang Buxiu's chest and panting. He felt like he was hanging in his throat in one breath, unable to get up or down. Suddenly, his whole body began to twitch.

Tang Jiaren didn't know what happened to Yang Diao Diao, so she poked Yang Diao's nose with her finger and asked, "Are you like this?"

Gong Yang Diao Diao opened his mouth and bit Tang Jiaren's finger.

Tang Jiaren: "Ao..."

When Yang Diao Diao's entourage rushed over, they saw Yang Diao Diao spread out his limbs and lay on the ground. His hair was messy and his clothes were wide open, revealing a slender and thin shoulder. His mouth was slightly open, there was suspicious liquid at the corners of his lips, his cheeks were red, and his eyes looked up at the stars in the sky, and he was out of focus, looking like... it was like he was ravaged.

The followers were shocked.

The follower Huang Lian hurriedly took two steps forward, reached out to Yang Diao Diao's pulse, and asked, "Young Master, may you move?"

Yang Diao Diao slowly blinked his eyes. Before he could move, he spoke first: "I was beaten... I was beaten..."

The followers and others all swear. Being beaten is a little bit, losing one's body is a big deal.

Huang Lian gently picked up Yang Diao Diao, sent him back to the sedan chair, and asked in a low voice: "Who is attacking the young master? I will not forgive him!"

Yang Diao Diao rubbed his face and replied, "No, no, no... I won't forgive her!"

Huang Lian said, "Do you want Huang Lian to take someone to chase him?"

Gong Yang Diao Diao waved his hand and said, "No, no, no... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Huang Lian told Gongyang Diao Diao about everything he saw at the stream at the foot of the mountain.

Gong Yang Diao Diao opened the medicine box, took out a box of ointment, rubbed his face, and thought, "Look at it... it seems that we can go back."

Huang Lian asked, "Young Master no longer looks for those two medicines?"

Gong Yang Diao Diao replied: "Search for...find it all!"

This group of people appeared strangely and left even more strangely.

It was silent, as if it had never appeared again.

Yang Diao Diao pulled out another golden skeleton mask from under the cushion and put it on his face, remembering the way Tang Jiaren was full of old fists. He grew up so old that he never fought with anyone except after fighting Zhan Cangkong more than ten years ago, let alone being pressed and beaten.

He thought he would be beaten to death.

As it turns out, he is quite resistant to beating. This extremely bad body is much stronger than he knows.

If he hadn't been beaten, he would have almost forgotten that he would have been fucked and his body would have been hurt.

Gong Yang Diao Diao clenched his fists and made a secret decision. He must find the fat girl, fight and fight... and fight back!

He remembered again that after Tang Jiaren beat him up, she cried again.

She wiped tears from her face and picked up Tang Buxiu, stuffed it into a huge package, then carried the package on her body and left.

The back made Yang Diao Diao unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

What a powerful tomboy from Kong Wu! Can you beat her?
Chapter completed!