Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

Who are these people!

Come over without saying a word, you will kneel on your knees!

What's more, you have to hold the poor monk's leg when you are kneeling, even if you hold the leg, you still have to grab the poor monk's pants!

"Master, you will get up if you promise me..." King Chu hugged Hong Yi's legs tightly with both hands, raised his head, and said in a sincere tone.

Hong Yi silently pressed the Chu King's head down again.

Amitabha!

You still don't look at the poor monk!

The scum on his face has wiped the poor monk's leg.

"Donor...you get up first!" Hong Yi said in a deep voice again:

"Anyway, tell the poor monk what are you going to do?"

"You agreed?" The King of Chu raised his head again.

Hong Yi nodded speechlessly and said:

"The poor monk is afraid of you, okay?"

"Get up quickly, the poor monk agreed..."

With that said, Hong Yi stretched out his hands to support the arms of King Chu, trying to pull him up.

only……

so...

"This... the poor monk didn't do it on purpose, you..."

Unexpectedly, it was only a slight tug that actually pulled off King Chu's arms.

Who knows that the King of Chu in front of him doesn't care at all.

A burst of gray death energy slowly overflowed from his body.

Then, two arms grew out.

"It's okay... Master, this arm is given to you!" The King of Chu said boldly:

"I don't know what the master is going to do with this golden armor ghost master!"

Hong Yi looked down at the two blackened arms in his hands and threw them aside.

Amitabha!

It's amazing to be able to recover!

If it breaks, don't stop it!

Flow batch!

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi came to the Golden Armor Ghost Lord, stretched out his hand to pull him up, grinned and said:

"This benefactor, poor monk..."

Just before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the golden armor ghost master.

"Grandmaster……"

The Golden Armor Ghost Lord got up, hugged Hongyi's legs and knelt down straight.

"Snapped……"

Hong Yi directly slapped him away.

Amitabha!

What's more, he even came to pull the poor monk's pants again!

It's not over, is it?

"Kneel down and talk!" Hong Yi looked at the Golden Armor Ghost Master covering his cheeks and couldn't help shouting loudly:

"You are also a ghost master anyway..."

"Do you see that you still look like a ghost master?"

"What is your original face? Change back..."

After a while of black ghosts!

In front of him, a burly man with at least 180 jin appeared in front of him, with a beard on his face, which was connected with a head of chicken coop-like hair.

The scariest thing is!

How can the black hair on this special leg be so thick?

Hong Yi closed his eyes and turned his head, and said directly to the King of Chu:

"Quick... find him some clothes... The poor monk is suffering from pink eye disease!"

After the Golden Armor Ghost Lord gets dressed!