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

what!Do you know that it affects the level of my mother's business?

Thinking of this, the female demon was even more furious.

He opened his bloody mouth with two missing front teeth and bit it towards Hong Yi.

Hong Yi pulled the tablecloth, put it on his hand, put one hand on her forehead, and directly clasped the female demon to kneel on the ground.

The other hand suddenly shoved the ruler into her mouth.

Next...

Hongyi kept turning his backhand and stirring clockwise.

At this time, a well-informed water friend sent a barrage: "Master Liu, this tractor crank handle is really professional. I have been driving a tractor for 18 years, and I can't shake it so far. Admire, admire!"

Chapter 30

Chapter [-] Bullying is too much!

In a valley [-] kilometers away from Yin Village.

"Come on, come and support! Second fox first!"

"Do you know how to play? What's your age? Put it backwards? It's the first time I saw a descendant shoot a bird backwards. Do you think it's on Earth? Can you come back after a circle?"

"Am I nervous? Didn't you see Cai Wenji beating me all the time?"

"Fuck I can beat you better with my feet!"

"You're good at kicking your feet!"

In the cave, two weasels were lying on a tattered sofa, holding a mobile phone to each other, and kept scratching with their claws.

"Don't play! Don't play! I won't take you for points in the future. It's too bad. I was going to get brass. You see, I have to fight for several days..." One of them The red-haired weasel dropped the phone and said angrily.

"Oh...what's the matter? Victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. You can see that I won't be angry. Although I play 10 and lose 10! But I'm in a good mood..." Another yellow-haired weasel put the phone in his mouth and crunched. With one bite, he chewed viciously in his mouth and said:

"Damn, how difficult this game is! I've been in the black iron for three years, obviously it doesn't match my temperament, and I also want to be a king and bring a sister!"

Red-haired weasel: "..."

You are struggling to get on the kang, but you are still the king?

Play a descendant, you can shoot back when Nima sticks to your face.

Playing Guan Yu, just buy six pairs of shoes, what the hell is going on running against the wall all the way?What's the matter, the wall is smashed. Is there a shortcut for you to copy?

Thinking of the red-haired weasel blowing out two hot air from the vent hole, this is irritated.

No wonder people keep saying, you never know who your teammates are?

No!

I drink some fat house water and be happy.

It jumped off the sofa, skillfully opened a lidless refrigerator next to it, and took out a can of fat house water.

Um!Not so icy!

But still can't stop the happiness of the fat house.

"Tian Shao, when do you think Wolf Shao will come back? If you want me to tell you, it will be extra to help the black zombie king and fight the king at home. Isn't it delicious to eat chicken?" The yellow-haired weasel would be in a slightly better mood. He turned his head and said to Red Hairy Tianshao.

"I also think..." The weasel named Tian Shao nodded in agreement and said:

"It's not impossible, the ghostly monster is about to open, and we'll have to rely on the Black Zombie King for help."

"Hey...I think I, Long Shao, traverse the entire Qinghe Valley, stealing countless chickens, and Wolf Shao didn't even take me to the city. If I didn't have a master like me, would he be able to kill that monk?" The yellow-haired weasel looked worried. said:

"Why don't we go to the city to find him! Maybe we can mix some oil and water?"

When Tian Shao heard it, his eyes lit up.

Two weasels hit it off at random.

Follow the smell to the city.

……

Xinhe family hospital.

At this time, the atmosphere in the living room was very solemn.

Han Xiaomei held the ruler tightly with her hands behind her back, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table.

"It's about time, the papers are not finished yet, don't blame the teacher for being ruthless!" She narrowed her eyes and said sternly.

On the side of the coffee table were three ghosts kneeling, each with a pen in his hand, with the exam paper spread out in front of him, and they were burying their heads in writing.

Holding a pen in one hand, Wang Ying dragged a disposable cup under her chin in the other, and lowered her head from time to time to see if blood was dripping on the test paper.

Seeing that the black blood was left in the disposable cup along the corner of his mouth, he began to answer the question with confidence.

No idea!

The monk forcefully forced the two of them to do exam papers together.