I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 642

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Escort!"

The Qianlong Guard and the Forbidden Army were below, and Xiaoyaojing and Youtanzong formed a net from above, tightly surrounding these undead who could not be killed or driven away.

Seeing that there was a battle to be fought, the officials of the twelve states also picked up chopsticks, plates, and even stools, and shouted at these people:

"Come here—"

Tangtang and the cabinet members were instantly stunned: "..."

Is the folk customs of the Twelve States so strong?
However, the mountains are higher than the mountains, and no one noticed that there was a big... boy standing on the roof.

On a windy autumn night, he was shirtless, carrying a mace, pointing to the sky with one hand, and crushing two tiles with the other:

"Hey, thief, don't hurt my sister!"

"No one can bully my sister except me!"

Everyone: "..."

Let's go, no one is as good as the fourth prince, His Royal Highness Biao.

Tangtang looked up at the roof silently, visually checked the possibility of accidental injury, and calmly dragged a few elderly and frail adults into the house.

After being fished out of the sinking tomb, Feng Mingyuan has been in between deceiving the corpse and not deceiving the corpse, and Feng Tinglie took care of him personally.

Who knew that the caretaker suddenly ran out at this time.

Tangtang could only raise his voice to remind: "Fourth brother, be careful, this is not a turtle and a crab, but a human being, a living dead who cannot be beaten to death!"

Feng Tinglie didn't care, he just flew into the sky on the spot, and with a force to chop Huashan, the mace was aimed at the leading living dead and hit:
"If you die, you will die, if you live, you will live. If you don't die or live, it's nothing. I'll give you a ride!"

"Boom-"

The mace and the machete collided together, sparks and lightning along the way.

Just look at the incomparably powerful Fourth Highness, who was blown away like a fallen leaf in the cold wind.

When it fell to the ground, there was a huge burst of smoke and dust, Tangtang couldn't bear to look at it, and directly covered his eyes.

"Fourth Highness, run quickly—"

The Forbidden Army fighting nearby quickly sounded a reminder.

The moment Feng Tinglie fell, two undead men rushed towards him with knives in their hands, slashing at him from left to right.

If it weren't for the guards' sharp eyes and sharp eyes, who dragged him away from the knife, he would have been chopped into scum by now.

Seeing that they didn't succeed, the two living dead looked back at the large army that was going further and further away, gave up on Feng Tinglie and followed.

His Highness the Fourth Prince was very upset when he was ignored: "You are not allowed to leave!"

As he said that, another big roc spread its wings and danced the mace into a windmill, aiming at the leading living dead and smashing it.

They didn't even use a knife this time, just kicked——

The surrounding audience touched their own heart in unison, it hurt so much.

Feng Tinglie fell on his back again, and this time he couldn't get up at all.

No one cared about him, because the living dead walked over with a whimper.

"Protect Your Majesty—"

The guards who were still fighting around flew over.

The subordinates of Xiaoyaojing formed a magic circle to protect Tangtang people.

But the living dead still rushed forward desperately, ignoring the magic circle that blocked them, and would never give up even if they hit their heads and broke their blood.

The Fourth Highness was finally moved by this spirit of never giving up and never giving up, and stood up tremblingly, no matter what you lose:

"Come on—"

I saw a boy who couldn't walk as swiftly as a three-year-old child, floating towards him like a dead leaf.

"Fourth brother, be careful—"

Where Feng Tinglie couldn't see, Tangtang could see clearly, the living dead man in the lead made a backhand move and was about to fly the machete out.

That is a move that can be used to attack and retreat.

No matter what choice Feng Tinglie makes, he will not take any advantage, after all, his waist is exposed to the blade.

However, unexpectedly, Feng Tinglie rushed in front of the man holding a mace, and suddenly stopped: "...Young master?"

The blade of the living dead slashed across his waist, but he didn't dodge it.

"Feng Tinglie, are you stupid?"

Tangtang flew out of the magic circle and caught his precarious body.

Pulling off the cloak to wrap around his wound, he formed a magic circle and attacked the person who injured him: "What the hell, you dare to act presumptuously in front of me!"

The living dead man was hit by the magic circle, but only shook twice, then stood up abruptly, and slashed with the knife.

The blade cut against Tangtang's cheek, it was cold and sharp.

Tangtang felt that Feng Tinglie was in the way, and directly pushed him to the subordinate next to him: "Take care of this big fool, don't let him rush!"

Clean up the walking sword in front of you, and leave it to Tangtang!
The mask on the face of the living dead, the whole person is full of ghosts, the more they fight, the more frightening they become.

If only there was a phoenix bone, I will burn you to ashes!
Tangtang thought about this, she was distracted, she didn't pay attention to the knife that was slashing towards her head, she dodged to the side, and the little Qingluan in the hairpin was chopped into two pieces.

"Hey-"

Tangtang was furious!

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, but the beauty cannot be lost.

Beat Tangtang into Crazy Tangtang, can you bear it, seek a beating!
"Don't run away, report your name, and see if I won't screw your head off!"

Empress Mingde finished her harsh words, and directly hit the opponent's knife with her fist.

With a sound of "dong", the man was knocked back two steps, causing all the living dead to look at Tangtang.

Looking at the piles of cold masks, they are really shocking, Tangtang couldn't help but clenched the Gu formation in his palm.

What to watch, and then let the bugs bite you.

Tangtang was as imposing as a tiger. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Unlucky Brother shouting from behind: "You, don't hurt him, or I, I have nothing to say to you."

Tangtang: "?"

Where are you from?
Tangtang pursed her mouth: "Is he your father?"

Feng Tinglie's face turned dark: "...your father, he is my father and young master!"

Tangtang snorted coldly: "Your young master is a living dead, and you are not a good thing. I will clean him up first, and then destroy you!"

"you dare."

Feng Tinglie was still eager to try, but no matter which of these two people, he could crush him to death with one finger, and he was only left with Yueyue.

Tangtang made a move of Heihu's heart, aimed at that person and killed him, met his eyes when he turned his body, and had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Generally, when this happens, according to the usual practice, it can only mean that this little brother has a good face.

Tangtang cheered up, and used a dirty trick, taking advantage of the unsuspecting man's surprise, she threw Xiao Honghong in the face of him.

At this time, the mob had already stepped on the man's shoulder, biting the cat and the snake from side to side, and directly took off the man's mask.

Even though the new mask was fastened to his face, Tangtang could still see clearly in the blink of an eye.

It's brother.

Xiao Yan returns.

Why is he here?Shouldn't it be in Qiangdu?

Why did he become a living dead, and how did he fall from the sky?

At that moment, Tangtang's thoughts were extremely chaotic, and after thousands of words, in the end, only aggrieved sentence remained:
"Brother, why did you come to Tangtang?"

(End of this chapter)