Bodyguard of the School Venus

Xianyuhan and shenxinyu scan their eyes, but they don't find the devil. Xianyuhan sends out a cold voice: "he's going fast!"

"If he is sensible, try not to appear in front of us next time, or he won't be so lucky!" Shen Xinyu sighed and put away the nine day chop.

At this time, the sky was full of fire waves. When the two lords looked up, they saw the sea of fire in the sky rolling around. The original huge sea of fire was doubled, and the sea of fire was rolling all over the sky, and suddenly rose to the sky and moved away.

The sea of heavenly fire is moving, and Brahma, holding the revenge warrior, is also moving. What's the situation?

Fan Wuchen pinched his fingers, and his eyes fell on the platform of Tongtian. He frowned and sighed: "Yuanshi Dao, Yuanshi Dao, what do you want to do?"

"Old brother, why do you suddenly mention yuanshidao? How many years has he been dead? " Wantong Taoist frowned slightly, turned his eyes and asked in a tentative voice.

With a cold eyebrow, fan Wuchen's face was gloomy, and his eyes were watching him move to the North covered by the nine sky color light. He said in a cold voice: "is he dead? When did it happen? Why didn't I hear about it? Who was at his funeral? "

Taoist Wantong was speechless and embarrassed. He felt that he didn't speak. He tried to find out the details of fanwuchen again, but it came out that the old man was very powerful. He didn't know how to answer a rhetorical question.

"Don't be shy and pretend to be tender. Don't you know whether your uncle is alive or dead? You're still playing with me here. I'll kill you with a glass of wine! " As he spoke, fan Wuchen picked up his wine cup and made a gesture. Then he looked at tiantuo city.

However, he was so frightened that he could tell the true identity of Yuanshi Taoism. Moreover, his identity, including his master, was transparent in the eyes of Vatican Wuchen.

The little devil's real eyes are spinning around. He fully understands that the ancestor is definitely not an ordinary gun, a powerful big man. The characters he said should not be in the nine mysteries. What kind of existence is that? His eyes were full of worship and respect. The hair of his ancestors was thicker than his waist. This big tree must be held tightly.

Fan Wuchen pointed to the Yuan emperor in the light curtain and said to Wantong Taoist in an imperative tone: "No.3, go and find this girl for me. I have something to say to her!"

"Oh, old brother, aren't you difficult for me? The girl of Yuanhuang is very clever! I may not be her opponent... "

"You can hold your family well! No matter how powerful she is, she's also a yellow haired girl. I'll ask you, I'll give you three minutes. Can you bring her back to me? " Fan Wuchen stares at Wantong Taoist with cold eyes. He doesn't cover up his threatening tone, and doesn't give Wantong Taoist any face.

"Then I'll go!" Taoist Wantong looked embarrassed, but he had no choice but to do so. He exclaimed to himself that if he offended the old Vatican, it would be more painful than offending Vatican. He went out dejected.

"Come back on the third!"

"Ah Taoist Wantong thought that fan Wuchen had changed his mind. As soon as he took two steps, he heard that he was called back. He immediately made a simple voice, but when he turned around, he also tasted it. It was the little devil Zhen who called him back. He immediately lengthened his face, frowned tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Stinky boy, do you want to be a demon? You dare to call me number three. Who gave you the courage? "

"What's the number three? Are you angry? Don't forget that I'm number two. You're under me. You're my little brother. Do you understand me The little devil really held his arms, swaggered, looked at Wantong Taoist with abusive eyes, and shook his head to annoy him.

"Well said, not a word bad. It's my courage. What's the matter? Do you have any dissatisfaction? Don't hide in your heart. If you have resentment, let it out. Don't suffocate the pulmonary tube! " Fan Wuchen narrowed his eyes and drank a little wine, said blandly.

Wantong Taoist brow deep lock, thinking, little devil, Brahma, laoduzi, Sanskrit dust, the tone of speech are almost the same, grass mud horse, they are a family! I've been an outsider for a long time. Is this obviously bullying an honest man?

"No one bullies you, don't think so much, and don't curse in your heart!" Without looking at Taoist Wantong, he took his chopsticks and sent peanuts to his mouth.

Taoist Wantong almost didn't kneel down and walk in the world for countless years. He had been pushed out by others and ran on him with sarcasm. It's often the case, but he just didn't want to have the same understanding with those people! I've been living in a natural and unrestrained way. How can I enter the Zoroastrianism and meet the old monster fan Wuchen! It's killing him!

The little devil turned his eyes, reached out and pinched fan Wuchen's shoulder, and said with a smile: "don't be like him, laozong. He drank fake wine and ruined his brain. One moment he was sharp and the other was silly. If you fight with him, it's really useless! Don't you just call Yuanhuang? He still takes this little thing seriously. In my eyes, it's a little thing. Don't worry, ancestor. I'll call her here now and let you talk! "

Shi Xiaoyu's brother and sister all looked at each other. The internal struggle was too serious. The little devil was so bad. The boy was so smooth, and his mouth was so deceptive. Fan Wuchen was not drunk. He fooled him into getting drunk!Wantong Taoist is a gas receiver. He is gagged and gagged by Vatican Wuchen. He doesn't dare to fart.

When the little devil left, fanwuchen looked at Wantong Taoist and sighed, "brother Wantong, you've been wandering around the world for so many years, and you haven't learned any skills! I don't wronged you at all. How can you be sharp and silly? Are you wearing grey underpants? Take off your pants, I'll witness it! "

"Poof Shi Xiaoyu chuckled. He couldn't hold it any longer. He took Taoist Wantong to take a bath. He knew the color of Taoist Wantong's underpants. He covered his mouth and said with a smile, "no, it's gray!"

Taoist Wantong was so confused that he racked his brains to figure out what is holy about Sanskrit dust? What kind of messy routine is this? Can we have fun? How can a few words still talk about his underpants? Even the grey underpants didn't offend him?

Wantong Taoist thought well, look for a chance to get out of the way immediately, never see the dust!

As soon as he thought about it, he heard fan Wuchen ask shi Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu! How does the cult deal with the defectors? "

After hearing this, Taoist Wantong gave a shiver. He was like a frightened horse. He wanted to kick and stick. This Sanskrit Wuchen is too terrible. If he is not killed around him, he has to be stimulated into mental illness. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Wantong Taoist wanted to retreat immediately. Just as he was about to escape, fan Wuchen held his wrist and raised his hand to press him on the chair to drink with him!