Horror revival: I can see returns

Food is the gate of heaven.

Watching Zhuang Fan leave.

Zhao Jianguo, who was already very drunk, sobered up instantly.

His eyes are extremely clear.

Not the slightest bit drunk.

Life is like a play.

It's all about acting.

The helmsman of these aristocratic families, indeed, there is not a single honest person.

They are all like foxes that have lived for thousands of years.

They are as thoughtful as briquettes.

"Feiyu, for yourself and for the Zhao family, you must stay by Zhuang Fan's side."

"The potential dragon comes out of the abyss, and the weather is myriad. Whether you can make a fortune or not depends on your luck."

Zhao Jianguo exhorted.

"Dad, even if you want to follow Brother Fan, you don't have to beg him!"

Zhao Feiyu was full of depression.

Put on such a father.

Don't be confused about whom to put on.

Such a blunt way to give him the whole uncle.

"Crack! Bastard, what is his name, Brother Fan? That's your uncle."

Zhao Jianguo opened his eyes angrily.

A slap on the back of Zhao Feiyu's head.

The little bunny is neither big nor small.

Brother Fan shouted this time.

Don't you want to be brothers with this old man?
Think of his famous name.

People call Zhao Jiahuo Zhuge, one step counts as three steps.

How did you give birth to such an unresponsive son?
Could it be that the incense tree in the old Zhao's house is lit crookedly?

"I beg him for help, because I want to tie the Zhao family to him."

"If you encounter trouble in the future, for the sake of my uncle, Zhuang Fan will definitely help you with all his heart, and he will also help the Zhao family with all his heart."

"I'm old, and I can't last a few years. Try to pave the way for you before I die. With Zhuang Fan in charge, I can safely hand over the Zhao family to you."

Zhao Jianguo said in a deep voice.

Patted Zhao Feiyu on the shoulder.

Turned around and walked back to the box.

At this moment, he is no longer the head of the Zhao family.

On the contrary, it looks like a late old man explaining his funeral.

No one saw a trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.

"Leave the Zhao family to me?"

"But I'm not ready yet. Are you really afraid that I will ruin this family business?"

Zhao Feiyu sniffled.

Looking at the gray hair on Zhao Jianguo's head.

A man who is clearly under 50 years old.

It is the most glorious time of life.

But old like a dying old man.

If you did not participate in the spokesperson selection at that time.

Also won't be assassinated.

Use up the rest of your life.

"Dad, I am of the blood of the Nine Infant Demon God. Those who attacked you back then, I will wipe them out!"

A bloody light flashed in Zhao Feiyu's eyes.

The shadow reflected on the ground turned into a monster with the body of a bird and nine heads.

It seems that there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood ups and downs.

Zhuang Fan returned to the villa.

The smell of alcohol on his body has long since disappeared.

He is now the awakener of the sixth heaven of the Happy Realm.

Just rinse your mouth with those wines.

It was almost too far to get him drunk.

It's just that through the wine in the glass, some well-known things can be achieved.

He knew that Zhao Jianguo was not drunk.

Zhao Jianguo also knew that he was awake.

The two of them knew it clearly.

For the sake of Uncle Sheng, if something happens to the Zhao family, he will try his best to help.

It was an explanation to Zhao Jianguo.

Bright Sword is still playing on TV.

It's time to bombard Ping'an City.

I have to say that this Italian cannon is really powerful.

Xiuqin's big sister is also a woman who does not give in to a man.

The little girl has already fallen asleep on top of Kung Fu Panda.

My saliva flowed down my belly.

It made the national treasure very helpless.

He looked at Zhuang Fan.

Then he looked at the little girl who was sleeping soundly.

A human-like depressed expression appeared on his chubby face.

"You worked hard today, this spirit ball will reward you!"

A suction came from Zhuang Fan's palm.

A fist-sized spiritual ball was condensed.

Throw it to Kung Fu Panda.

Guobao immediately became happy.

grin.

He threw the spirit ball into his mouth and chewed a few times before swallowing it.

In the end, he licked his mouth involuntarily.

Staring at Zhuang Fan with burning eyes.

"Okay, I'll give you another one."

I just can't stand that hot stare.

Zhuang Fan made another spirit ball and threw it to Kung Fu Panda.

Then he picked up the little girl and walked into the bedroom.

"It would be great if I could eat spiritual balls every day, this stuff is so delicious!"

He licked the spirit ball in his hand twice.

The Kung Fu Panda showed an extremely intoxicated expression.

Lie down on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.

The next day.

early morning.

The sky is full of stars and disappears.

A round of red sun jumped out of the horizon.

Sprinkle golden light on the earth.

Looking at him lying on his chest like a koala, poking his mouth from time to time, as if dreaming of a delicious little girl.

Zhuang Fan smiled.

Carefully remove the little one.

Tucked.

Only then quietly left the bedroom.

"Morning, Master Zhuang!"

The voice of the little Taoist came.

"morning!"

Zhuang Fan poured a glass of water, took the glass and walked to the window, looking at the little Taoist priest who was practicing boxing.

This set of boxing techniques has many changes, combining rigidity and softness.

Sometimes soft, like a gurgling stream.

Sometimes fierce, like a galloping river.

The little Taoist priest swiped his arms, exuding an inexplicable Taoist rhyme.

A Tai Chi imprint emerged.

hovered behind him.

Flowing yin and yang divine light.

Zhuang Fan looked in amazement.

There was a divine light in his eyes.

Seriously observe every move, every style.

"boom!"

A golden ocean appeared.

A tall willow tree is rooted in the water.

The wicker dances lightly.

The green light is shining.

The majestic sacrificial sound came from the Kingdom of Three Thousand Gods.

Colorful fire phoenix circled.

Sprinkle colorful magic.

Zhuang Fan stood under the tree of offering sacrifices to the gods.

Fist spread.

Although very slowly.

But not jerky, very smooth.

"This is?"

"The vision of the human holy body?"

Looking at the golden ocean.

The big willow tree that connects the sky and the earth.

With that chirping fire phoenix.

The little Taoist opened his eyes wide.

It was as if billions of thunderbolts exploded in my heart.

The mind cannot remain calm.

He actually encountered the human holy body recorded in ancient books.

I thought it was just a legend.

I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today!
No wonder Jushi Zhuang is so powerful.

Now it's finally explained.

The little Taoist tried his best to calm down his turbulent mood.

Everyone was wrong.

What Thor battle body.

Compared with the Human Eucharist.

It's like the difference between the light of a firefly and the brightness of a bright moon.

There is no emperor in the human race.

Holy Communion Battle Sky!
This is the first sentence written on the front page of the ancient book.

The Eucharist of the Human Race is highly respected!
If this matter is passed back to the mountain.

I'm afraid that the head teacher, the elders, and even the sleeping Supreme Elders in the back mountain have to go down the mountain.

The human race produced a holy body.

The meaning it represents is heavier than Mount Tai.

No matter the little Taoist, his heart is surging.

Zhuang Fan's every move, every form, reproduced the boxing style he saw just now.

as time flows.

An invisible dao rhyme emanated from his body.

The two arms became yin fish and yang fish.

One black, one white, two rays of divine brilliance.

Entangled and merged behind him.

Finally, a yin and yang diagram was condensed.

"That Tianzun of Wuliang, even condensed the yin and yang energy?"

The little Taoist is numb.

Is the talent of the Human Eucharist so terrifying?

Just watching him practice boxing once, you can comprehend Zhenwu Mountain's unique Liangyi boxing.

This is too evil!

"cut!"

Zhuang Fan drank in a low voice.

The Yin-Yang Diagram immediately turned into a streak of light and flew out.