After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Fan Wujiu galloped to the east of the city with wind in his skirts, and he saw a big rooster standing upright.

The red crown is like fire, and the feather blade is soaring to the sky. It is about the same size as the little yellow cat Shali.

Xie Bian was wise not to come, this is really hard work.

Fan Wujiu sighed, and rushed forward dragging the tiger scythe.

Master Wuchang rushed to the chicken and found out that this thing is not only good at running, but also very resistant to fighting.

Ordinary monsters can't survive the tiger's scythe, but this rooster can still run around the ground after eating the three scythes, as if it couldn't be beaten to death.

Fan Wujiu observed patiently, and finally discovered the abnormality. His evil force from hell, which could destroy all falsehoods, was absorbed by the chicken when it hit the chicken.

It was as if an iron fist had hit the cotton without making a sound.

The more Fan Wujiu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, even if he tampered with the evil due to selfishness, an ordinary evil should not have such mysterious things.

It's not ordinary, but it looks like a person's handwriting.

Fan Wujiu had doubts in his heart, he cut the mess with a sharp knife, the three sickles could not hurt the root, but the evil force of the three thousand sickles could not be absorbed and swallowed by ordinary things.

While jumping up and down, Lao Fan suddenly remembered how he gloated when he watched the children fight cocks, and he was so exhausted that he might be hiding somewhere laughing.

Sure enough, the rooster with its head held high fell down, the cloud cleared, and a small mahjong tile lay in the center of the black mist.

A piece of chicken.

It is not so much the Yaoji that he won just now, it is better to say that it is the Yaoji that Zhao Meng gave to Xie Bian.

Fan Wujiu bent down to pick it up, and there was a piece of yellow talisman paper under the small mahjong, on which the formation was drawn with the red pen of batch homework.

The lines circle and connect end to end.

The spirit storage array, at first glance, is that person's handwriting.

No wonder there was not even a splash of water when it was hacked down one after another, and the emotions were all sucked away by the formation.

Fan Wujiu felt both angry and funny, he was jumping up and down here, because he was being teased.

It took Fan Wujiu almost half an hour before he realized it was ridiculous.

In half an hour, I don't know how many things I can do at the speed of a child. If I were to die with someone, I could play twice.

Fan Wujiu went to find out the formula, but Xie Bian really didn't stay under the tree obediently.

Before he had time to think about it, Lao Fan rushed back holding the mahjong tile.

After seeing the flames all over the sky, Xie Bian's face turned pale due to the exhaustion of his spiritual power after seeing the flames and the sea of ​​ghosts.

Fan Wujiu broke his wrist, with a ferocious expression on his face, but he didn't dare to exert any more force under his hands.

"Xie Bi'an, I can't see you anymore, can I?" Lao Fan lifted his chin and forced him to look at himself, he couldn't help but get angry, "Your life is easier than others, your life is not life, Yeah?"

Xie Bian's lips were bloodless, his teeth were clenched tightly, he would rather endure the severe pain than answer Fan Wujiu's question.

"Wow--"

The cry of the baby came from the room, and the woman who was holding on to the police whip finally gave birth.

With the first cry of the baby, the hospital behind No. [-] self-examination room began to collapse. After the flying smoke passed, only a red whip like a red snake was left on the ground.

Xie Bian remained silent and did not intend to confess, Fan Wujiu finally gave up on the interrogation, let go of his hand, walked over to pick up the red snake, opened the door and went out.

The woman's gnawing can be transmitted through the whip body, and Xie Bian can also feel Fan Wujiu's angry grip.

Xie Bian knew well that Lao Fan had never been so angry.

From the very beginning, he had made up his mind to send Fan Wujiu away, because the more he thought about the past, the more he felt that he was a waste living under the protection of Lao Fan.

Only when Fan Wujiu is not around can he try out how capable he is now.

But he overestimated himself and underestimated Lao Fan.

In the original plan, when Fan Wujiu found out, he should have seen at least three rooms, and he could leisurely explain to Lao Fan that he would come and take a look when he had nothing to do.

In the end, he was still fighting the ghost in the second room, and Fan Wujiu rushed back, and he was caught again.

Sure enough, people can't do bad things.

Xie Bian finally let go of his lips, dragged his tired body, and followed Fan Wujiu out the door.

Looking outside, the corridor was empty, and Fan Wujiu had already dragged his whip into the third door.

The room where the money-grubber stayed.

The door was not closed, Xie Bian stood in the corridor and could see the scene of Lao Fan fighting inside.

In the third introspection room, it was dazzling, full of little ghosts braving the golden light.

The little ghosts ran around holding copper coins one by one, but Fan Wujiu caught them one by one and tied them together with the police whip.

Then go down with a sickle and send them on the road.

The sickle slashed down and hovered half an inch above the police whip, while the little ghost had been wiped out and died.

Xie Bian stood, feeling the hairs on his back stand on end.

Lao Fan is killing ghosts for people to see.

After Fan Wujiu finished killing the ghost, he carried the tiger scythe on his shoulder and walked out dragging Xie Bian's little red whip.

"Hold your own things."

Fan Wujiu threw the police whip to Xie Bian as if venting his anger. Xie Bian took it and put it on his waist, watching him walk towards the fourth door without looking back.

The eight introspection rooms are facing each other in pairs, and the one that Xie Bian visited is just opposite to the fourth introspection room.

Xie Bian looked at the opposite side, ready to split up with Fan Wujiu, but Lao Fan stood at the door of the fourth door with his back turned to him, and did not go in a step.

Fan Wujiu was waiting for him to go there together.

Xie Bian was puzzled, just now he was gnashing his teeth and angry, wishing to eat him alive, why is he in the mood to wait for him now?

Knowing that he had done something wrong, Xie Bian looked around and walked towards the door of Fan Wujiu's room.

You have to be soft, otherwise you will not even be able to eat if you live under the fence.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Fan Wujiu took two steps inside to make room for him.

Xie Bian entered, and habitually closed the door behind his back.

Before he could step forward, Fan Wujiu, who was two steps away, suddenly pressed towards him.

With his back against the door, Xie Bian was firmly confined between Fan Wujiu's outstretched arms.

Old Fan's eyes couldn't hide his anger, and he looked at his face unscrupulously, as if he wanted to see through this shell and see through his heart.

Xie Bian tried his best to miss his gaze and not meet his gaze.

"Three times." Fan Wujiu finally spoke.

Xie Bian lowered his head, he has gone crazy around Lao Fan three times.

Fan Wujiu raised his chin, forcing him to look at himself: "For the first time, I didn't punish you, but I gave you spiritual power."

Xie Bian pulled Lao Huang desperately, and after exhaustion, it was Fan Wujiu who hugged him to heal his wound.

Fan Wujiu let go of his chin, and grabbed his wrist instead: "The second time, I held your hand, without saying a single serious word."

Xie Bian couldn't find anyone and almost tore the house down. Fan Wujiu not only coaxed him, but also walked all the way holding his hand.

Fan Wujiu lowered his head, stared at Xie Bian's bloodless hand and muttered to himself: "This is the third time, Xie Bi'an, how can you have a long memory?"

Whether in Wuwang City or at home, Lao Fan never called him by his name directly, but now he called him twice in just a few minutes.

Xie Bi'an, past and present, in Fan Wujiu's eyes, he has never changed.

Xie Bian lowered his head, staring blankly at the strand of black hair escaping from the back of Fan Wujiu's neck.

His trance was easily noticed, and Fan Wujiu stretched out his hand to turn his face straight: "Fool, how can I punish you so that you can remember?"

Xie Bian didn't answer the same question, so he asked it again.

The temperature of Fan Wujiu's whole body was lower than that of ordinary people, and the fingers pinching Xie Bian's face were also surprisingly cold.

Xie Bian twisted his face and tried to hide, but the perpetrators tried harder.

Fan Wujiu's hand reached the back of Xie Bian's waist at some point, and he carried him towards him.

"Next time, the old hooligan can't guarantee that he won't do anything." Fan Wujiu became ruthless, threatening the person in his arms like a devil, calling himself the words that a child had secretly scolded several times in his heart.

The faces of the two are close at hand, and their breaths are intertwined, one hot and the other cold, creating some imperceptible intimacy and intimacy.

Xie Bian's pale face was finally flushed again due to exhaustion of spiritual power, Fan Wujiu sighed, and let go of him to heal others.

Just as he withdrew his hand on his back, the person in his arms suddenly moved, and whispered into Fan Wujiu's ear: "Old rascal, punish him if you want."

Fan Wujiu didn't have time to react, two pieces of softness suddenly came to his cold lips, and Xie Bian's breath burned his face.

Mr. Wuchang, who killed people without blinking an eye and slashed ghosts without looking back, was stunned.

The bluffing old hooligan lost to the well-behaved little sheep.

Xie Bian has already posted it for this purpose, and Fan Wujiu's lack of reaction is really unreasonable.

So the cold tip of the old hooligan's tongue was wrapped in spiritual power and pushed into the soft mouth, greedily sucking and plundering every bit of warmth between the little sheep's teeth.

Being touched to a sensitive place, Xie Bian's waist and abdomen felt weak and he was about to lie down, but Fan Wujiu's hand was placed behind his head again at some point, holding him on the door panel like rubbing.

A dark wind blew not far away, and groups of black shadows began to sway, and he and he kissed lingeringly in front of the sea of ​​ghosts.

The kiss lasted too long, so long that all the spiritual power that Xie Bian lacked was once again filled by the bitter cold air, so long that Xie Bian couldn't breathe, clenched his hands into fists, and lightly tapped on Fan Wujiu's waist. Knock in protest.

Fan Wujiu understood, and finally moved away from him, and pursed his lips unsatisfactorily.

"There will be another time," Lao Fan grabbed the child's hand and held it in front of his chest, threatening ferociously, "There will be another time, and I will eat you."

Xie Bian looked at Master Wuchang's disgusted and frightened face, but wanted to imitate others to put on a coquettish and artificially vicious look, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

He and he were originally the most pretentious people.

Xie Bian smiled, and Fan Wujiu couldn't pretend anymore, he raised the corner of his mouth helplessly: "I'm afraid of you."

After finishing business, Fan Wujiu was finally able to free his hands—although he was holding Xie Bian with one hand, he could only use one hand—to clean up those dirty things that were staring at them not far away. He stared behind his back, staring at his little one until he blushed.

Xie Bian didn't take the whip, and let Fan Wujiu drag him to wave the scythe in one hand, listening to the whistling wind in his ears.

The ghost shadow dissipated, but the black smoke was still cold rosin.

"You have a fragrance," Xie Bian finally said to Fan Wujiu, "I like it very much."

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Kiss! ! !

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