Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

In the narrow room, the air suddenly solidified. Wu Hansheng burst into tears after roaring, crying like a child. He has not married for so many years, and all the salary subsidies he had made was useless, and all the money he had sent to the families of the deceased back then.

If... if all his persistence over the years was wrong, what hope could support the old man to survive? He really couldn't bear the death of more than a hundred people!

The villagers outside were flickering flashlights and shovels, and surrounded the entire yard with a scattered flow. A group of villagers blocked the door of the yard, and the ferocity in their eyes was not diminished. It is not difficult to imagine that even if Wen Jiu and others did not enter the mountain, they would never let them leave here alive.

Everyone stared at the closed gate and was about to force themselves into the ground. Unexpectedly, the earth shook violently, and their heads were instantly buzzing, and the people shook loudly.

I don’t know who shouted in horror among the crowd: “It’s not good, it’s not good, it must be those people who disturbed the Dragon God. The Dragon God will kill us, and we will kill us…”

"Shut up!" The village chief who heard this flashed a hint of panic in his eyes, and then he immediately calmed down and calmed down and shouted to the villagers behind him: "Don't scare yourself, the Dragon God is the guardian of Dragon Bone Village, our guardian God!"

Hearing the dragon god screaming outside, it undoubtedly provided a steady stream of power to the evil thing.

Aman, who was angry in his heart, seemed to be able to materialize the ghost energy, unconsciously destroying the living objects around him.

The sharp nails opened the door with a "pop" sound, and their scarlet eyes were as cold as two blood holes. The white skin on their face gradually enveloped under the black ghost energy. The white dry floating around was like life, lingering behind them with teeth and claws.

The cold ghost energy instantly swept everyone's body, and the temperature in the radius dropped by more than ten degrees. Before the villagers could make a sound of horror, Aman's strange and old voice climbed up to everyone's back like a poisonous snake on his tarsal bone.

"Get out of here! Don't mess with this princess' way out!" Aman, the ghost soul, floated in the air, staring at the group of ignorant idiots with scarlet eyes strangely.

Aman, wearing a wide robe, thought about the woman who had been waiting for death in front of him for thousands of years. The more ghostly aura she was all over her body, the more strange the golden runes on her face, as if they spread to Aman's entire soul.

If that man hadn't suppressed the evil thing now, Aman's own thousand-year-old ghost energy had begun to slowly reveal himself, perhaps he wouldn't have taught these foolish people a lesson before he was reincarnated.

He slid all over his body like a black silk ribbon, slid finely across those people's necks like a sharp blade, sliding through the flesh and blood. It was extremely painful, but only a strange black line was left on the outside.

The unknown fear is often the most tormenting. Looking at the villagers who were suspicious of beating each other, Aman's scarlet ghost eyes slowly faded away, and his eyes were already filled with sadness...

At the same time, the vibration in the deep mountains was more and more intense. He held the cinnabar pen that was extremely different from the adult's arms with both hands, took out the cinnabar that was prepared in advance and stuffed it into Liu Hao's arms.

He turned his head and handed the dragon-head crutch sticking to the talisman paper to Xuanyuan Jimo and said, "Jimo, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course!" Xuanyuan Jimo smiled and touched Wen Jiu's head and said, "I don't know these things. I'm very happy to help Ajiu!"

"good!"

Wen Jiu curled his lips slightly, stabilized his shaking body, recited the magic tricks silently, closed his eyes slightly, and was lucky in the Dantian. He held a large cinnabar pen in his hand. His petite body slowly floated three meters above the ground under Xuanyuan Jimo and Liu Hao's slightly shrunk pupils.

Suddenly, the huge cinnabar pen was everywhere and vertical, and the cold black eyes suddenly opened. Wen Jiu leaned slightly and held the cinnabar pen tightly with both hands. The spiritual power in his hand slowly overflowed, and the stupid cinnabar pen continued to move in a messy manner in the air.

As the pen in Wen Jiu's hand moved faster and faster, the things underground seemed to realize something. The roar of dragons was unbearable, and the entire mountain tilted with a bang. As the stroke was completed, Wen Jiu's eyes slashed and blood mist gradually spread in his eyes.

Looking at Liu Hao, who was rolling around with the cinnabar jar below, Wen Jiu narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly moved to another corner of the mountain, injecting spiritual power. Wen Jiu tried hard to lift the cinnabar pen, and the tip of the pen entered the air. He stepped on the void under his feet, and his body slid sharply, and the last stroke turned into.

The huge golden '卍' character suddenly appeared in the air on the top of the mountain. Wenjiu took back the spiritual pen, flipped his body, stepped on the center of the '卍' character, and the spiritual energy was injected into the soles of the feet. A little under his feet, and the half-open lips suddenly shouted: "See!"

The "卍" character, which condensed the whole body of warm wine, instantly pressed towards the top of the mountain. As the purple evil aura arose, the huge long bones buried deep underground through layers of soil appeared in Xuanyuan Jimo's eyes.

Looking at the bones full of red evil spirits, Wen Jiu frowned slightly and climbed the rock tightly with one hand and grabbed Liu Hao's collar to prevent him from falling down the bottom of the mountain. He shouted loudly: "Jimo, insert the crutch into the place where the thing's eyes are."

Her face turned slightly pale, her spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and the character "卍" under her feet was vaguely about to rise. If she slowed down, she would not be able to see that thing...

The crushed evil thing seemed to know the purpose of warm wine. The mountain under his feet was shaking more and more violently, as if he wanted to lift off the raised mountain. The climbing rock began to crack, and the corpses at the foot began to appear and disappear...

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Tell you secretly, looking at your comments, Wenwen smiled like a little fool~ he had to read it more than ten times a day

Hehe, good night, little cuties
Chapter completed!