Quick time travel: the male lead, let’s have a pop

Chapter 45 National Treasure Special Attack (32)

These two mothers and sons are too powerful to fight against. One is an immortal ghost and the other starves to death. Can that crazy monk deal with her?
With a thought, the barrier shattered.

"Master, apprentice, let me help you." Zhang Xiaofeng raised his umbrella and wanted to rush over, but when he rushed up, he was punched flying by his master.

"Leave them all, leave here immediately, if you don't leave, you are not worthy of being my apprentice." The crazy monk turned around and sprayed him.

"Do not……"

The crazy monk didn't care about so much, he folded his palms together, and a huge golden light flew out, everything seemed to disappear...

This is a silent village, as silent as a tomb, as silent as the end of the world.

Qian Xun felt that he woke up from the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying outside the ghost temple, where the big yellow dog was originally zoomed in, but the big yellow dog didn't know if it was buried.

Soon she felt very tired but cared about Zhang Xiaofeng very much. She gritted her teeth and shook her head and opened her eyes. Feeling that Zhang Xiaofeng was lying beside her, she turned around with difficulty.

But at this moment, someone strangled her neck out of thin air, and the man lifted her into the air.

She was so strangled that she began to retch and cough, and the laughter invaded her internal organs. She only felt that it was difficult to breathe, her limbs were weak, and she was extremely tired.

"Zhang... Xiao... Feng... k11..." Eyelids gradually became heavy.

In Zhang Xiaofeng's dream, he saw the master standing with his hands behind his back. It was a blank world, and he let out a nervous cry.

The madman turned his head, "From the moment Meiji turned into a ghost, the fate has been formed, the catastrophe has been set, and now when her magic power is the strongest, no one can resist..." He suddenly remembered... What, "Oops, something happened to the little panda."

"Hey... Lemon..." Zhang Xiaofeng woke up and knelt down to call the cutie lying motionless on the ground.

"Don't scare me..." Zhang Xiaofeng pushed the giant panda slowly.

The giant panda still didn't give him a move, he hugged her in a daze, "Hey, wake me up, if you die, I have committed a serious crime of entraining a panda and killing a national treasure, and I will go to prison for the rest of my life !"

"Ah, it's fine, why did it die?" At some point, the village chief woke up and stared at Zhang Xiaofeng in shock.

"Yes... okay... how did you die?" Zhang Xiaofeng held his head in trembling hands, and pressed his cheeks against the top of the panda's head with tears in his eyes.

I really want it to wake up suddenly and pretend to be dead mischievously, but after half an hour there is still no movement, not even breath.

"People die... oh no... bears can't be resurrected after death...you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofeng glared at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of ice crystals, cold and cold, and he didn't intend to meet them, a feeling like a quick-frozen low temperature, and he was a little suffocated by the cold.

Zhang Xiaofeng hugged it and walked absent-mindedly, not caring that Xiaoyue fell into a coma.

He thought of Meiji in his mind, and at the last second in his memory, she saw that the situation was unfavorable and she hid, but this time everyone basically came back without incident, and Yu Bixin, where is Yu Bixin, he found it the next morning Her body was only found in the backyard, and after the autopsy report, she had been dead for seven days, so even the night of returning to the soul had passed.

Looking at the little panda on the bed, he has guarded it all day and night, but he still doesn't wake up.

At last he widened his eyes with a determined look. "No, I won't let you die...I won't let you die..." Thinking of this, he took a few deep breaths, and he forgot about the seven-star life extension lamp, as long as he died for less than seven days, he could continue his life.

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