Inheriting the old celestial master at the beginning, invite me out of the supernatural bureau

Ning Bing's face turned pale, and she was thrown backwards by the force of the backlash. She staggered several steps in succession until she reached the middle of the open space, and finally stabilized her figure.

And at this time.

puff!

Wu Zongkui fell over, spurting blood, and landed at Ning Bing's feet.

I have to say that this old boy is really resistant to beating.

After spraying blood twice and falling twice, he was still able to get up vigorously, and even had the mood to ask if Ning Bing, whose pretty face was as pale as paper, was okay while clutching her chest.

Ning Bing shook her head.

The rest of the people had no power to fight back under the hands of the three weasel patriarchs, but what is surprising is that the weasel three patriarchs did not kill anyone except Wu Zongkui, but drove everyone to the The location near the ice.

Everyone was forced to gather together again.

"They don't seem to have any intention of killing us."

Wei Baling whispered among the crowd.

This fat man looks like a tank, but he is actually a mage, so his injuries are lighter than others.

"I also noticed that he was able to kill me several times, but he avoided my vitals and hit me in some unimportant places."

"Damn it, I'm in a miserable situation. He avoided my vital point, but hit another vital point of mine..."

A middle-aged man clutched his crotch: "Fortunately, I already have a son. I only pity my beautiful wife. If something happens to me, she will have to use cold ones in the future..."

"It's okay, I have hot ones here, I can help you!"

"Fuck you!"

"Now I still have time to talk about this, so hurry up and find a way, otherwise your wife will not only use cold water, but also want to see your corpse is cold!"

"What the hell can I do? I have never encountered a B-level in my life, and now I am surrounded by two B-levels. I deserve to die!"

"If you miss yourself, I want to live a few more days."

"I knew earlier..."

"Don't be too early to know. I already knew that I would be the head of the bureau. Stop talking nonsense and find a way."

Everyone was on guard, but they were led by an unknown person, and they started arguing.

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"Director Ning Bing, what should we do next?"

Usually at this time, it is Wu Zongkui who thinks of a way, but in this situation, it is impossible for him to think of a way even if he digs out his brains.

"drag."

Ning Bing replied in a very low voice: "Wait for Zhang Tianshi to come over."

"Where are they? Almost there?"

Wu Zongkui hurriedly asked with joy.

"I don't know where it is."

Ning Bing shook her head.

I don't know where you are, what's the use of saying this?Far water can't quench near thirst, big niece!The joy in Wu Zongkui's heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"But I believe that he will come here in a short time, even if he is still far away."

........................................

Ning Bing looked at the second patriarch of the weasel in front of her, and said in an unusually firm tone without looking at Wu Zongkui.

Wu Zongkui was taken aback for a moment, and took a deep look at Ning Bing's side face behind him...

"Yo, finally found out that we didn't kill anyone?"

The third patriarch of the weasel moved his ears and heard some people talking in low voices.

"It took so long to find out, you guys are really stupid!"

He laughed a few times, and said, "You're so stupid, I don't understand why we don't kill you, do you?"

"If any of you dare to call me an old ancestor, then I will not hesitate to explain it to you."

After speaking, he looked at the crowd provocatively.

"Calling you ancestor? Speech!"

"Laughing, you bastard, do you really think that if you live a few more years, you will become lawless?"

"You want me to call you ancestor? In your next life!"

"After you killed me, I will suck your blood dry, peel your skin, cut your mouse whip and drink with wine..."

Suddenly, there was a lot of curses in the crowd.

They can die.

But soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

Hearing the scolding, the third elder Weasel's face became increasingly ugly, reaching the verge of fury.

And right now.

A figure came out of the crowd suddenly.

It's that middle-aged guy who got fucked by something.

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"Zhao Gou, what are you doing!"

"Grass, come back to me!"

"It's okay to die, but you can't lose your dignity, you know?"

Seeing him go out, everyone scolded angrily.

They are not alone.

What they represent is a race!

If Zhao Gou yelled, what would be lost would not be his face, but a human face.

The faces of all the people in the world!

But in the sound of everyone's stopping, the middle-aged man named Zhao Gou still did not retreat to the crowd. He covered his trouser pocket with one hand, pointed at the three ancestors of the weasel with the other, and said, "Huang Pizi, if you don't say anything, you will You bastard."

"Once this immortal speaks, it's hard to follow. If you can say it, you will definitely say it, as long as you dare to say it."

Seeing that someone really yelled, the three weasel patriarchs immediately dissipated their anger just now, "eight six seven" disappeared without a trace, and said with their hands behind their backs.

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man yelled: "Old bastard!"

"Hey... you're courting death!"

As soon as the middle-aged Chinese characters and old characters blurted out, the third patriarch of the weasel blurted out his promise. He realized that something was wrong, but thought it was too late.

"Hahahaha!"

The members of the Supernatural Bureau who scolded Zhao Gou angrily just now even wanted to kill Zhao Gou when he spoke.

But now.

They just want to laugh, and then say sorry to Zhao Gou.

Damn, you are wrong!

The expression of the third ancestor of the weasel suddenly became extremely angry: "I want your min..."

Before the last syllable of Ming was pronounced, his voice suddenly stopped abruptly, and then he laughed sinisterly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Because I want to catch you, destroy your mind, and turn you into our upper body host, and become a tool for our plan."

"The process of destroying the mind is a thousand times more painful than death, and when you become hosts, we will use your bodies to slaughter your kind..."

"In that case, wouldn't it be more fun not to have to kill you all directly?"

His words made the smiles of the crowd who laughed at him freeze suddenly, and their expressions changed drastically again.

Whether destroying one's mind is more painful than death, they don't know.

But the latter one.

Use their bodies to kill their own kind...

If that's the case, they would rather die straight away!

"Damn it, I would rather commit suicide!"

Someone has already clenched the long knife in his hand.

Everyone's mood is almost the same.

suicide!

Should we all kill ourselves here?

suicide?It's not so easy to commit suicide... The third patriarch of the weasel snorted coldly, and was about to speak when suddenly, a voice came from the darkness beside him.

"It's cold here."

"I lack a pair of fur insoles."

"Look at the fur on your body, but I don't know if you're flirty or not."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you directly. I will tie you up like a dog. When I need to use insoles, I will dig a piece out of your body."

same!

It's exactly the same as what Huang Pizi's third ancestor said to everyone with a sneer and a sneer before he was angry and didn't do anything!

"Who, hide your head and show your tail, get out!"

Patriarch Huang San's teeth were shaking with anger.

He didn't find out.

The teeth of everyone in the Spirit Bureau were also shaking.

That was the death and the afterlife, trembling with excitement!

"Yes, it's Zhang Tianshi's voice!"

Wu Zongkui lowered his voice to an extreme whisper, and then looked at Ning Bing's back side again...

"Why, let me come out in a hurry and use you as an insole?"

In the darkness, a Taoist priest dressed in a white brocade robe with gold patterns came out slowly, with a smile on his face, it was an extremely confident smile.

After walking out, he frowned lightly and frowned, "Tsk, I don't think you need to ask for this anymore. I smelled your coquettish smell from such a long distance, and I used your leather as an insole." , I'm afraid I'll get athlete's foot..."

"die!"

The third patriarch of the weasel was so furious that he didn't even want to say any harsh words, and rushed up after only drinking a word.

But before he spread his hands and prepared to attack.

The figure of the white brocade robed priest flickered suddenly.

"careful!"

Elder Huang Pizi shrank his pupils and felt bad, he shouted to remind him 0...

But before the third elder Huang Pizi heard the voice, he had time to react.

The white-robed Taoist priest had already appeared in the air in front of him, stepped on his head with one foot, and stomped him to the ground as he rushed forward!

boom!

The ground trembled.

"O!"