How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

In the confrontation between good and evil, it never depends on which side has more people, but which side has more teammates.Since the group IQ is inversely proportional to the number of people, the one with the smaller number of people and the disadvantage is the winner.This is not a routine, this is philosophy.

The leader of the Demon Cult, Shui Fengqing, who is well versed in such philosophy, resolutely led all the young and old men of the Demon Cult to retreat to the deep mountains, and played the game of nurturing by the way, nurturing the wild children picked up along the way.Maybe after being raised well, this kid can still carry the banner of revival of the Demon Cult and turn the righteous way upside down?

The leader thought very well, but unfortunately there is an old saying that heaven fails to fulfill one's wishes——

"Master! Young master, he threw Erniang's medicine into the third master's wine again! The third master's jug was blown up and his beard was burned in half. Let you be the master!" The servant shouted really urgently Information rushed into the water pavilion where the leader worked.

The leader's pen for correcting official affairs trembled, and then sighed: "Go, persuade the third child, after all, he is still a child."

"Master!—Young Master tied up Fifth Master with Seventh Master's whip, and now Fifth Master is untied and is chasing and killing him!" No. [-] servant shouted more urgent information and rushed into the water pavilion.

Leader: "Have you caught up?"

Boy: "Not yet, the young master has climbed the tree, and the fifth master can't."

The leader nodded, then took a deep breath, and the pen in his hand trembled three times: "He is still a child after all..."

"Master! Young master, he stepped on your tree to avoid the flying needles of the aunt! Now he has climbed another tree!" No. [-] servant rushed into the water pavilion and fell to his knees.

I can't bear it, I don't need to bear it anymore!The leader threw the brush in his hand: "He is still a child, you must not let him go!!"

In the courtyard, the originally shady green trees are now desolate, the carefully pruned willows with clear water and wind hang half of the stumped branches complaining tears, and the tall and big plane trees, on the thinnest branch, twelve The three-year-old boy sat securely with his legs crossed.

There were seven or eight adults standing around the tree, even though some were good at lightness kung fu, they didn't dare to go up rashly.

That branch was too thin, no matter how many people there were, it would have to be crushed.The leader of Destiny's Destiny is also a top-quality dead house who loves to garden flowers and plants. If anyone hurts this tree, he must not be beaten to death by him?

If you say you can kill him, you will be beaten to death, even if you are a brat...you have to be beaten if you can't be beaten to death.

"Come on, come on," the boy on the tree laughed instead, his cat's eyes seemed to glow under the shadow of the tree, "This branch is weak, maybe I'll break it if I patch it again, the whole The sycamore tree is missing another piece!"

"After fighting this tree and disfiguring it again, I will beat you!!" The leader rolled up his arms and sleeves. After all, the little sparrow couldn't beat the thief from his hometown. Before the boy could take off again, the leader had already grabbed him by the collar It's like carrying a chick.

In the afternoon of summer, the head of the Demon Cult was superstitious and cancerous. Seeing that the leader Shui Fengqing decided to beat the child for a tree, he stroked his beard and sighed: "Wow, leader, I figured it out. At such a time, it is better to sleep well than to use force."

Shui Fengqing was full of murderous looks, turned around and glanced at the fortune teller Ce Fengzi: "Sir, two days ago, the little shadow ate your ancestral tortoise shell stewed tortoise paste, I was afraid you would beat him up, so I helped him hide it. "

With a shake of his hands, Ce Fengzi pulled off two half-white beards: "The leader is wise, he is still a child and we cannot let him go!"

Today's members of the Devil's Cult are also very tired, thinking that they are raising the young master, but in fact they are offering to the ancestors.Before the young master has the ability to single out the whole world day by day, he waited until the young master demolished his house and destroyed it like a creditor in his previous life.

"Master, isn't the young master really an undercover agent sent by Zhengdao?" The key members of the Devil's Cult finally couldn't help asking their leader.

Hearing the words, Shui Fengqing took a deep breath: "Now that I think about it, is it the time for the Lingxu Sword Gate to open the gate once every three years to accept disciples? Why don't he..."

"Master, you are going to die righteously!"

"Forget it, anyway, it will be ten or twenty years before he can take over my burden..."

"My lord, Shengming! This subordinate just remembered that the youngest son of the storyteller in the village next door drowned a few days ago, why not let the young master pretend to be his son and go to Lingxu Jianmen!"

You have even thought about the false identity, you are the ones who are really afraid that righteousness will not die, right?Master Shui Fengqing, the leader of the Demon Cult, said that he was very tired.