So I became a god

Chapter 56
"Pervert who steals old women's underwear?"

Weekend was suspicious, but it didn't affect his actions in the slightest.

He jumped out of the bedroom like a cheetah and onto the balcony.

Vines obviously also knew that he had been discovered, and immediately retracted his tentacles like a frightened rabbit, but the big red fat that was hooked didn't intend to let go at all.

"Want to go."

On the weekend, he directly pulled out the hard rubber stick stuck in his waist, and then threw the hard rubber stick towards the retracted position of the vine as if he wanted to throw a dart.

The hard rubber stick injected with strength made a sound of breaking through the air, and directly nailed the vine to the wall.

The vines twisted crazily, and the green juice sprinkled all over the wall, like a living thing, making people creepy.

Gazing at the vine, Weekend wondered why he hadn't noticed anything amiss in the apartment during his daytime rounds.

It turned out that it took a long time for it to be caused by spirits and monsters.

The grass and trees become fine, and the mountains and rocks become strange.

Spirit monsters are different from monsters, because the former are creatures born from the moisture of eggs, which are directly conceived by nature.Therefore, the natural breath is calm and indifferent, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

It is much more difficult for spirits and monsters to succeed in cultivation than ghosts and ghosts. They often need to practice for thousands of years before they can produce spiritual wisdom, so they are even more rare and precious.

It can be seen,
The vine in front of me has grown into a spirit.

But on the weekend, I couldn't figure out why a plant would be so interested in women?
This should belong to the love that crosses races.

Not right.

If it's really interested in women, why doesn't it go straight to women?What about stealing women's underwear instead of doing something after they are fascinated by women?
What hobbies and tastes.

Weekend said he couldn't read it, so he decided to ask it himself.

And just when he was going to find out this perverted and wretched vine for torture on the weekend, the vine nailed to the wall suddenly shook,

It actually tore off the other end that was nailed to the wall by itself, and played a game of breaking its arm to survive.

Shua la la.
The injured vines frantically shrank back downstairs along the outer wall.

"It's a bit of my character to be so cruel to myself."

Weekend admired the vines fleeing downstairs, and then jumped down from the second floor.

Fang Ying, who had just walked into the room, was dumbfounded.

She glanced at the disheveled 40-year-old female teacher lying on the bed, and at the weekend who jumped from the second floor.

Why is this scene so similar to the scene where the man flees in panic after the affair is discovered.

of course,

Fang Ying is not that kind of silly and sweet.

She didn't think that this old woman lying on the bed would be more attractive than herself. She even dismissed her on weekends, so how could she look at this old woman with a bloated figure.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ying turned around and ran downstairs.

The teacher's apartment is downstairs, standing on the lawn on weekends, standing still.

Just now,

He saw with his own eyes that the injured vine had dug into the soil, and the lawn under his feet was still stained with green juice.

The ghostly breath is integrated with nature, and it is impossible to detect anything with the naked eye.

But it's not a problem for the weekend.

He poured mana into his eyes, and those Gujing Wubo eyes suddenly shone with a yellow halo in the darkness.

"Got you."

On the weekend, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he searched for the faint breath scattered in the air, and walked towards the apartment.

At this moment, Fang Ying poked her head out from a certain corner, and seeing Zhou Zhou's strange appearance, her doubts and curiosity grew stronger and stronger.

"What a mysterious man."

A small park was built near the teacher's apartment, but because of its remote location, few people came here.

Now it was the dead of night again, and under the dim streetlights, the park looked even more eerie and terrifying.

On the weekend, I walked to a place full of flowers and stopped.

There are many flowers before him,
Colorful, prosperous and gorgeous, it is truly beautiful.

There are tulips, roses, hyacinths, foxgloves, pansies, and a wild chrysanthemum.

On weekends, I squatted down and looked at the wild chrysanthemum that stood out from the crowd, and remained motionless.

Fang Ying, who followed behind, muttered in a voice only she could hear: "Running to the park to enjoy the flowers in the middle of the night is really mysterious enough."

Maybe it was shy of being stared at by Zhou Zhou's naked eyes. The wild chrysanthemum swayed in the breeze, changing the orientation of the stamens to one side.

On the weekend, he slowly moved his position so that his eyes could continue to stare at the stamens of the wild chrysanthemum.

Wild chrysanthemum: "."

Another breeze blew, and the wild chrysanthemum bent its branches, like a shy little girl, hanging down its stamens.

Zhou Zhou stretched out his fingers to hook the petals under the wild chrysanthemum, and gently and gently lifted its stamens to continue towards him.

Wild chrysanthemum: "."

"Little security guard, how boring it is to enjoy flowers alone in the middle of the night, sister will accompany you." Fang Ying, who followed secretly all the way, finally couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, and walked to Weekend's side.

And at this time.

Wild Chrysanthemum finally stopped pretending and hiding, and had a showdown, because it felt deeply humiliated.

hum.
The land around the weekend suddenly collapsed and cracked, and countless vines broke out of the ground like pythons, flying all over the sky.

On the twirling and dancing vines, there are different styles, colors, and sizes of fat times, which instantly dazzled the weekend.

How much does this chrysanthemum flower essence love women? Judging from the quantity, it is estimated that it has already patronized all the female residents in the surrounding area.

"what---"

Fang Ying was so frightened out of her wits by the sudden terror that she cried out.

The woman's cry alarmed the Chrysanthemum Essence, and several tentacles of vines that had been attacking the weekend split up and rolled towards Fang Ying.

Weekend frowned, but didn't ignore the troublesome woman beside her who had been trying to tease her.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Ying, who was panicked and panicked, behind him, then stepped on the ground with both feet, and pointed at the countless vines attacking him.

The iron sand palm with mana can not only cut stones and cut jade, but also has extraordinary power to deal with demons and ghosts.

Those vines that wanted to hurt Weekend were all split in two, unable to break through Weekend's defense for a while.

Fang Ying, who had calmed down a little, looked at the man in front of her who was protecting her and killing everyone for her, her heart was beating violently.

However, Iron Sand Palm is not a real weapon, it cannot be as durable as a weapon, and it consumes a lot of energy, so he began to miss his big sword on the weekend.

The plump and bright stamens of wild chrysanthemums flying all over the sky stand proudly, as if mocking the weekend's overreach and meddling.

"Hehe, if you give you some color, you can open a dyeing workshop."

On the weekend, I thought it was funny that a chrysanthemum essence that couldn't even change form dared to challenge the Taoist priest of the soul cultivation state.

It's cutely stupid.

"Forget it, I don't want to play anymore."

Zhou weekend tore off the qi hiding talisman attached to his body under his clothes, and in an instant, a terrifying force erupted from him.

(End of this chapter)