dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Xiao Wuxin was grabbed by the Raksha ghost, and her face changed suddenly in fright.

"Namo Amitabha, brother, save me! The little monk is afraid!"

"Female benefactor, what are you going to do? Men and women are not close to each other, little monk, please respect yourself!"

Raksha ghost finally caught the "life-saving talisman", how could he let it go easily.

The hanging heart finally let go of half, and whispered in his heart.

Let me just say, it's impossible for everyone in this family to be that powerful... I must have found a "flaw"!

The life-or-death thing, secretly complacent in his heart, slowly retreated towards the door while holding Xiao Wuxin with one hand.

"Hehehe, you adults are all highly skilled, and the kid knows that he is no match for you."

"I have no choice but to make such a bad plan. Please this young master give me a ride."

"Little devil promises that as long as he can get out of this courtyard, he will let this young master come back safely!"

"if not......"

Before finishing speaking, the Raksha ghost suddenly felt something was wrong:

Why did everyone in the small courtyard look at him not with worry, but with half-smiles.

There is irony, there is sympathy, there is pity, the list goes on.

The worst ones are Chang Baye and Chen Dage:

Not only did Chen Daji look not in a hurry at all, but he had a mean smile on his face.

"Beauty, find someone to give you a ride, the bald brother is the right choice."

"Hey, he is a professional who sends people to heaven!"

Chang Baye felt that he was too short lying on the ground, and was blocked by the people in front of him, worried that he would not be able to see the excitement.

Simply put its big tail on the ground and stand up straight,

On the wretched snake face, there was an expression of "this idiot is doomed" to the female ghost.

The two ghosts who originally wanted to rescue Wuxin, took the opportunity to perform and earn some "impression points", saw this and gave up the idea of ​​doing it.

The ghost messenger Pao Ding couldn't help being curious, and asked Chen Daji.

"Major General, the kid asks you something, old man."

"Why is your young master hijacked by evil spirits, but you adults don't seem worried..."

Being interrupted by someone to "watch a show", Chen Daji replied angrily.

"What are you worrying us about?"

"I'm worried that the female ghost is too thin, can't our bald man get enough to eat?!"

"It's okay, I've already thought about it: If Brother Bald doesn't have enough to eat, let him fill his stomach with the two of you!"

The ghost messenger Paoding looked confused, but his colleague Song Lian vaguely understood.

With our major general's keen intuition and "damn" desire to survive, he is so willing to call him brother, how can there be a simple person!

Could it be that the pink little monk in front of me... Little Buddha is "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger"? !

The two ghost messengers were puzzled, and the Raksha ghost was even more puzzled.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Am I saying the wrong thing or is it not vicious enough to look like a ghost?

Or maybe you were in a hurry to transform and forgot to transform into clothes? ! ! !

In this uneasy and suspicious mood, the Raksha ghost only felt that the entire small courtyard was full of unknown dangers.

It seemed that everyone was the "evil ghost" who came to claim his life, but he was the "victim".

Seeing Xiao Wuxin who was kidnapped by the female ghost looking at him pitifully and tearfully, Hua Jiunan's heart trembled violently.

He was also watching the fun, but suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake:

Wuxin is Wuxin, and having no face is no face. You can't treat "the two" as one person.

Wuxin is just a child who is kind, simple, introverted and timid, and regards himself as the only family member and the only spiritual pillar!

I absolutely shouldn't regard him as a strong man who can "transform" at any time.

Wouldn't it be a disappointment to Wuxin's heartfelt trust!

Thinking of these, an unspeakable guilt instantly filled Hua Jiunan's heart.

He took a step forward, and first said softly to Xiao Wuxin.

"Wuxin, don't be afraid, my brother is here."

Then he stared at the evil Rakshasa ghost with a frosty face, not hiding the murderous intent in his heart.

"We won't stop you if you want to leave, but don't scare Wuxin." Seven

"Otherwise, even if you escape to the Yin-Yang Realm, I will swear to make you die!"

Xiao Wuxin has always trusted Hua Jiunan unconditionally, and nodded repeatedly, holding back the tears in her eyes.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Brother, please quickly persuade this female benefactor to let her, let her let go of the little monk."

"The female benefactor's body is really... really smelly. Instead of leaving it for too long, the little monk is afraid that the Buddha will not like me."

Wuxin's heart is pure and kind, like a clear spring.

When he said that about the female ghost, he didn't mean to be oblique and cursing.

The "stinky" in Wuxin's mouth refers to the "evil" from the depths of the soul of the Shura evil ghost.

This kind of "evil" is completely opposite to the goodness advocated by Buddhism, which makes Wuxin feel very uncomfortable.