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

Hong Yi raised his wings in front of his eyes, kept looking back and forth, and reached out to touch it.

Not to mention, the wings that this zombie grows are really strong.

Just unzip the backpack, throw the wings in, and take out the plastic wings from the fallen angel.

"Come on, this is for you, don't say that the poor monk is unreasonable, this poor monk is also a treasure that has been treasured for a long time! It is very valuable, I think it cost the poor monk 68 yuan to buy it!"

Throwing a pair of plastic wings directly in front of the zombie, Hong Yi said with a smile:

"Hurry up and change, the poor monk still has business with you!"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand again to tear off the other wing of the flying zombie and quickly stuffed it into the backpack space.

The Flying Zombie hadn't come out of the consternation of the first wing, only to feel another piercing pain behind him.

He stared blankly at the plastic wings in front of him.

He couldn't help but glanced sideways at the empty back.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

"How dare... how dare..."

Hong Yi frowned and glanced at the incompetent and furious Flying Zombie, he couldn't help but stepped forward and slapped his ears.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, shout again? What's wrong with taking your two wings?"

"Do you really think that having wings is great? The poor monk will tell you today that people with wings are angels, and you, a zombie, can only be birdmen with wings..."

"Birdman, do you understand?"

"Dead...die, I must kill you!" The face of the Flying Zombie, which was already blue, was flushed red at this time, and the fangs kept coming out of its mouth.

What the hell!

Still so fierce?

It seems that the means of the poor monk are too gentle!

"This way... the poor monk will give you a chance to take a bite!" Hong Yi sneered and put his arm to his mouth.

"crunch..."

Suddenly, the flying zombie covered its mouth and cried!

What's more, this monk is too hard, all four of Lao Tzu's fangs are broken!

Hong Yi rushed to the side of the Shuangxiong brothers who were already stunned and opened their mouths, and said innocently:

"You saw it! The poor monk gave him a chance, but he himself was useless!"

"Snapped……"

Turning around and slapped the Flying Zombie again, Hongyi said speechlessly:

"The poor monk gave you a chance, you are useless yourself!"

"It's useless!"

"Snapped……"

In a moment!

"Squat down...hold your head with both hands!"

Hong Yi stretched out his foot and kicked the zombie who was crouching on the ground honestly, and said with a smile:

"How do I get out of the eighteen layers of hell?"

"From there..." Flying Zombie looked up at Hong Yi with a frightened look, stretched out his trembling hand, and pointed to a tree behind him.

Hong Yi looked up and saw a hole the size of a person had been dug out in the center of a tree. At this time, the gray-white yin was gushing out continuously.

No wonder I couldn't find the exit after searching for a long time.

Where did the designer graduate from?

The exit is on the tree, who can find it?

"Where is this next floor?" Hong Yi asked again coldly.

"The next floor is where the adults are!"

grown ups?

"Crack...crack...crack!"

Hong Yi turned his hands again.

"Who is the lord? Can you speak? What kind of bullshit is it? The poor monk has never seen it!"

The Flying Zombie clutched his forehead aggrieved, his whole body trembling.

"I don't even know what kind of adults it is, I only know it's called adults!"

Hongyi: "..."