Step Back! Master is Here!

"What is‘ Just be it ’, is it still or not? The white-haired looks terrible.” Ishida Juntai followed behind Chu Zhongtian.

"Brother, I'm injured, can you let me slowly." Chu Chongtian said, "Also, where did you pull out the videotape, even the boss didn't know where he got it."

"I'll just look for it." Toshita Ishida.

At the door, Chu Zhongtian stopped abruptly: "Then how do you know it's a magical videotape?" Looking at Ishida Junta's gaze was somewhat skeptical.

Wait a minute, won't it be this guy who intentionally brought the video to him in order to transfer the curse?

What about daddy?

"Because it looks alike, you like this stuff the most, so I'll bring it to you and surprise you," said Mrs. Ishida.

Chu Zhongtian stared at him with no surprise, and was frightened a lot.

"What are you doing?" Toshiba Ishida tightened her chrysanthemums and stepped back. "Calm down, don't forget that we have to be good friends for life!"

"Well." Chu Zhongtian took a sip, and backed away, reaching out and touching his back for several meanings.

Is he Chu Chuntian a pure man?

After such an interruption, Chu Chongtian also forgot to see if Mrs. Ishida intentionally pitted him. To be honest, even if he stared at him, Chu Chongtian couldn't see it.

"Hey, Chu, is that monk really exorcising monsters? What's his origin?" The two stood outside the house and asked Mr. Ishida.

It was not outside in the evening, but in the afternoon. The warm sunlight of winter shone on his face, making Chu Zhongtian narrow his eyes.

"The sacred monk of Eastern Tutang." Chu Zhongtian said absently.

The car is still parked outside. You can see the operating platform through the front window of the car. The master's "dogs and cats" are sleeping on their stomachs, and the whole body exudes a lazy atmosphere.

The other three did not come out.

"Eastern earth tang, sage monk?" Ishida shook for a moment, "Is it so powerful?"

"Of course it's great." Chu Zhongtian said.

Toshida Ishida nodded his head: "Then they are still exploring in this house-I mean exorcism? Should we hand them over, we always feel that this house is very strange, what if something happens?"

"How could something go wrong? I expect it to come out later."

Chu Chongtian felt that the door of the room suddenly opened. It was not necessarily that Ishida Jun hit and accidentally hit it. It was more likely that Master Xuanzhang did something.

Now that he's all out, everyone else should be out soon.

"Isn't the house coming?" Chu Chongtian thought about it. Generally speaking, seemingly indeterminate ghosts have at least a "property" and "reliance".

Based on his "experience" in seeing various fantasy works, Chu Chongtian felt that the ghosts in the house must be attached to the house.

In other words, the house was destroyed, and these ghosts probably knelt down completely.

In the style of Master Xuan Zang, demolishing a house is basically an option that does not require much consideration.

"Ok?"

Tang Luo in the house turned around and looked at the woman who called him "dear", "Aren't you sealed by our cement ... beep ..., and then the body sinks into the sea?"

The person who stopped him was not someone else, it was that amazing river of richness in Kawakami.

There was no blood left at the time, and Donlott shoved the blood out of her mouth.

Unexpectedly, let this goods run out.

Say good cement seal beep, at least for a month.

"Oh, is my dear speech so wild?" Kawakami Jiangzi covered her face, her face flushed, but her body was shaking intentionally.

"Oh." Tang Luo smiled. "Come, this donor tells the poor monk how you" resurrected. "

Speaking of Fujiang, what is just based on the amazing characteristics of Kawakami Jiangzi, everyone's speculation.

Is it really the same as Fujiang?

At least Fujiang did not become the "feature" of a painted skin after death.

"I told you, my dear, would you like to be my licking dog?" Kawakami Jiangzi asked with a smile.

"Use spare tires to listen better." Tang Luo waved his right hand, the drill in his hand turned into a white practice.

The bone sword, which was more than one meter in length, turned into a white bone whip of more than five meters in an instant. Before Kawakami Jiangzi reacted, she was wrapped around her.

"Come in again."

Tang Luo pulled back with his right hand, and Kawakami Jiangzi flew up, and Tang Luo pulled into the house without resistance.

"..."

Falling in front of Tang Luo, the smile on Kawakami Jiangzi's face gradually disappeared.

"My dear, you hurt someone." She complained.

"Why are you here?" Tang Luo asked.

"Of course it's because of love! Love guides me to find you. By the way, my dear you look so good now, even better than yesterday." The voice of Tang Luo as a dog, in fact, he behaved like a chi Female Bi Chi licks the dog.

This is the so-called "can't get commotion forever".

Tang Luo was naturally fearless: "Don't want to say?"

"Because of love, love, love is power, everything, unlimited love!" Kawakami Jiangzi with power.

"Okay, then you can explore the way for me." Tang Luo pulled Chuan Shang Jiangzi, "Go up."

"Dear, you know that this house is dangerous?" Kawakami Jiangzi smiled foolishly.

"How much do you know about this house?" Tang Luo didn't care.

"I just happened to know a secret, a very important secret about this house," said Kawakami Jiangzi. "However, dear you are so cold, I don't want to tell you at all."

"is it?"

Tang Luo reached out and grabbed Kawakami's head. "Poor monks are actually very good at persuading others."

Degree of soul!

The spirit is convincing.

"Oh? The little things are so chic." The stuff caught by Tang Luo has no beauty like Kawakami Jiangzi at all.

On the contrary, this soul is short and firm, half of his face is full of fat, and his eyes are squeezed into a gap, and the nose and mouth are garlic.

It seems that it is too late to tighten the skin again after the liposuction surgery.

The body is also thin and fat, with sharp contrast.

"Linked to something, is that your real being over there?" Tang Luo said.

On this soul, a thin line, if any, extends from the top of the head and extends out through the door.

Kawakami Jiangzi's eyes widened as much as possible, furious, frightened, and screaming from her mouth.

"Noisy." Tang Luo kicked out and let the soles make intimate, comprehensive, and unreserved contact with Chuan Shangjiangzi's face.

With a kick, the soul immediately became extremely dim, like a candle in the wind.

Kawakami Jiangzi looked at Tang Luo in horror.

"Did I convince you?" Tang Luo asked.

"..." Kawakami Jiangzi said nothing.

"It doesn't look like it yet." Tang Luo raised his foot again.

"What do you want to know? I said!" Kawakami Jiangzi screamed.

"Don't yell, it's very noisy." Tang Luo calmly, keep calm, so as to maintain the compelling style, "tell me about the house, such as things like the body. You know all the charms, the poor monks.

"After I said it, you promised not to say what I am like now?" Kawakami Jiangzi said.

"You are not qualified to follow me-eh?" Don Low paused.

The condition of this product is not to tell her true appearance? I thought she would not kill her.

After the soul, Tang Luo can completely follow the vine and completely destroy the other party.

Since this is the request, Tang Luo will certainly not refuse: "Yes."

"This house ..." Kawakami Jiangzi just said a few words, the dim light around him suddenly disappeared.

The house time entered into the night from the evening.

The night without reaching five fingers.

In the darkness, stretched out a few pale hands and grabbed at Kawakami Jiangzi.

"No!" Kawakami Jiangzi screamed again, not afraid of death.

Even if this "dividing soul" died, she did not really die.

What she really feared was that after being killed, she was left in this house with this true appearance, and turned into a murderous evil spirit, and was seen by others.

This is something Kawakami Jiangzi absolutely cannot accept.

"Everyone said quietly." Tang Luo said, the flash of merit Yulian Guanghua, a ball-shaped light curtain around Kawakami Jiangzi split soul.

Those pale hands, caught on the light curtain, couldn't get in.

As for grasping Tang Luo's hand more.

Thousands of souls can't defend!

Both hands turned into afterimages. Numerous palm shadows appeared in the darkness around them.

"It seems you really know something," Tang Luo said, ending Duhun.

"The real manipulator of this house is not a ghost." Kawakami Jiangzi said immediately, his face on the beautiful painted skin was extremely pale.

Damn bastard, actually wanted to keep her! At this moment, Kawakami Jiangzi was anxious to want him to die.

"Oh?" Donlow was surprised when he heard the answer. The real controller was not a ghost.

He originally thought that a ghost was relying on this house, but after going through the search, he didn't find it, so he started to demolish the house.

"That person, called--"

Kawakami Jiangzi's words did not speak. In the quietness of the original quietness, a choppy black chopping board slammed hard towards the back of Tang Luo.

A dull burst of air sounded.

At the same time, a sharp sword on the side stretched out quietly, much faster than the chopping board, but silent.

A special air flow is wrapped around the blade, completely cancelling the sound.

Back to the sudden attack, Tang Luo did not dodge or resist, instead he raised his left hand and shot it with his palm upward!

Empty palm!

The surging force turned into a huge invisible palm print. After smashing the ceiling, it directly overturned the roof, shaking the whole house, and the interior was completely exposed, as if it would collapse in the next second.

The darkness around them quickly faded, turning back to the beginning of the evening.

The sharp sword on the side reluctantly turned, deviating from the original trajectory, slipping across Tang Luo's waist, leaving only a gap in the clothes.

As for the chopping board ...

Go back and forth, and in An An's "carefulness", it still falls on the back of Tang Luo ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I—— "

Li was too late to say a word, a terrible scratch appeared on his waist, it instantly expanded, blood sprayed out, his body crooked, and he sat on the ground.

The first time I felt the role of the martial arts myth contract, I almost killed myself.

An An watched her hands completely broken, and only chopped the chopping block, and asked dumbly, "Master, what do you do with your head?"

"The poor monk had practiced that year and was professional." Tang Luo said. His head was very iron, and it wasn't the scorpion sperm and horse poisonous pile. Even if there was a trace of murderous energy, how could An An hurt the slightest?

An An replied and apologized: "Master, I didn't mean it, I thought I saw the enemy just now."

As for Li casually, he is cooperating with Kaiguang who has been excited to heal himself.

It is estimated that dozens of catties are needed to make up for it.