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

Hong Yi was a little surprised.

The little monk doesn't mean it.

At this time, Master Lu Chen climbed over from the back of the car, and suddenly said: "Hongyi! You are relatively shallow in Buddhism, this kind of temptation is afraid that you can't control yourself, that's all, Master will be by your side when the time comes. "

If not for the current enemy.

The witch hunter really wanted to tie these two monks to a cross and bake them for three days and three nights.

Listen, is this human?

Come see if you want, and **!

Bah, who said to show you.

Don't be afraid of opening corns.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Introduce myself, my name is George... When eating, I hope you can call my name..." Viscount George's slightly perverted voice sounded.

Followed by.

The taxi standing in front of the three slowly rose, and he saw his hands in a grasping shape, slightly raised in front of his chest, and abruptly tossed.

The taxi flew out and rammed directly outside the villa fence.

An explosion sounded.

The taxi was on fire.

Hong Yi stood up, stared at him and said coldly, "Amitabha! The donor... 65 in total, ZFB or WX?"

He was angry.

Just a few hours into the new car!

It was just destroyed.

And it looks like it can't be repaired.

Viscount George placed bullets on the revolver, and smiled calmly: "It's really annoying! I have to waste a few more bullets, there's no way, I just changed my new clothes today, and I really don't want to get it dirty."

Saying that, he raised his revolver again.

It's just that the posture of the little monk on the opposite side is very strange.

Raise the gun as well.

This is a real pistol.

Do you use your hand as a gun?

Still aiming?

The witch hunter looked at the little monk in horror.

Annoyed in my heart.

I'm afraid I found a fool to be my teammate!

Brother, I admit that your shooting posture is very good, okay?

The problem is you don't have a gun?

"Haha, little monk, you managed to make me laugh." Viscount George covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "I'll let you shoot first, haha... Aim!"

"Are all of you people in the East so stupid? It's just..."

Not finished.

In the dark night, a silver-white light flashed by, like a meteor, fleeting.

Viscount George bowed his head in disbelief.

He was shot through a muzzle in his chest, but his body did not feel like it was penetrated by an object.

As if it was a silver light, it instantly shone on his chest, clinging to...

It's leaking right away!

what is this?

George couldn't react for a while.

Before coming here, the patriarch once warned that Dongfang is extremely mysterious, and strange methods emerge in an endless stream, and I hope that I must be careful.

Could this be the "fairy magic" that the patriarch spoke of?

There is no physicality, nor does it resemble a mental attack.

What power is this?

However, he is an aloof viscount, an immortal existence, and in the blink of an eye, the muzzle on his chest was restored to its original state.

If Viscount George was surprised.

The witch hunter was simply shocked!