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In view of the power that Jiang Han burst out just now is too terrifying.

He could only weakly say: "Then I... Then I'll give you fifty thousand yuan?"

Jiang Han pointed to the vending machine: "No, I only need my drink, you can refill it for me to drink as long as I can." The vending machine is evil: "..." Then why did you pull me out! !

He didn't dare to say anything.

Silently drilled back.

Plop plop plop.

It's like eating dumplings.

The shutter kept opening and closing.

The vending machine had already spit out twenty or thirty bottles of drinks, and it didn't mean to stop at all.

"Drink some?" Jiang Han opened a bottle of fat house water himself, enjoying the thrill of the realization of his childhood dream, and greeted the others, "It tastes good." The pure-hearted Taoist with a confused look Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaohua were so nervous that they opened two bottles of drinks and tried to take a sip. They found that they were no different from ordinary drinks, so they were relieved.

A group of people drank a dozen or so bottles of drinks for free.

This stopped.

The vending machine is still struggling for performance, still spitting out drinks.

Jiang Han knocked on the vending machine.

He got out quickly.

"Big brother, what are your orders? Do you want to drink something?" the vending machine said in a pleasing manner.

Jiang Han rubbed his chin and said, "Give me the rest of the money, there should be around 0." The vending machine's face turned green: "????" Are there you? Do not you know!

It is a pity.

No price.

It was someone from Jiang who knocked him out with one punch.

Then, from his disappearing black air, he took out the five-cent coin he had just put in.

Back in the pocket!

Recycling succeeded!

The elevator looked terrified.

This big guy really doesn't care...

For five cents, a half-step red-clothed ghost can be wiped out in place.

This is not just prostitutes for nothing, it is to kill people after the prostitutes are over!

He became more and more determined to be a leading party.

"Big brother, look this way!" The ghost in the elevator ran to the edge of the row of seats and said flatteringly, "There is also a ghost hidden in these rows of seats. I remember correctly, it should be It's in the red-clothed realm, you have to be more careful." One said it was a red-clothed ghost.

The faces of the three pure-hearted Taoists suddenly became a lot dignified.

"The specter of the red-clothed realm is no trivial matter." The Taoist Qingxin looked at the 4 rows of empty seats and walked around a few times with a very cautious attitude, "Even me, I can only fight against some relatively weak red-clothed seats. , if we encounter an existence with a powerful curse, I am afraid we can only escape."

He was talking.

At the same time, he took out a quaint long sword from his 5.0 body.

Stepped on a seven star.

He played a mysterious sword dance in his hand, and finally the tip of the sword suddenly pointed at the four rows of empty seats.

laugh!

As if in the void, his quaint long sword stabbed something, and it started to smoke.

next second.Buzz ~ accompanied by a piercing hum.

The long sword in his hand shattered into cobweb-like cracks.

The pure-hearted Taoist suddenly turned pale in shock: "Oops! This red-clothed ghost is extremely powerful, at least it is the place where it has swallowed the blood of a hundred people. My Taoism not only failed to make him appear, but was noticed by him." "Let's go quickly. !" His voice just fell.

The seats in the 4 rows in front of them that were originally fixed on the ground started to move strangely. .

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The 4 rows of seats seemed to be conscious, trapping Qingxin Taoist and Jiang Han.

In the gloomy and dark void, there seems to be a figure looming in these seats.

In one position for a while, the pure-hearted Taoist couldn't see where the other party was sitting. "Come on...sit down..." "Sit down..."

Strange laughter came from a certain seat, as if someone was sitting on the seat and inviting them.

Seeing this, the pure-hearted Taoist knew that it was impossible to leave as if nothing had happened, so he had to fight hard.

"Never sit on a chair," he reminded.

On the one hand, he was chanting incantations, his footsteps changed unpredictably, and his sword dance was hurried and fast.

After ten seconds.

All his movements stopped abruptly.

The pure-hearted Taoist bit the tip of his tongue, charged at the sword body, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue.Chi~ The blood-stained quaint long sword seemed to be rejuvenated. After a sword sound, in the hands of the Taoist Qingxin, it stabbed straight into a seat in front of the Taoist Qing 01. "Unfortunately……"

The eerie voice sounded again, "You guessed wrong."

The pure-hearted Taoist threw his sword into the air and stabbed it on the seat. The body of the sword, which had already been torn apart, couldn't help but collide and shattered into pieces on the spot.

His face changed greatly.

His eyes looked a little more frightened.

After some confrontation, the Taoist Qingxin had already determined that he was not an opponent, and immediately shouted loudly: "Let's take action together, and find a chance to break through and leave!" He didn't finish his words.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure, and slowly sat on the seat.

The pure-hearted Taoist was shocked, and upon closer inspection, that person was Jiang Han.

The pure-hearted Taoist only felt that the world was spinning, and the emotion of despair and collapse instantly took over his heart.it's over...

If Jiang Han was trapped by Li Gui and sat on a chair to trigger the curse, it would mean that he would have to fight alone.

As for the two behind him, the pure-hearted Taoist really has no hope.

but.

next moment.

A certain Jiang suddenly showed him a generous smile: "Brother Qingxin, I've been playing swords for a long time. Seeing you sweat profusely, sit down and rest."

He also took out a few bottles of drinks from his carry-on bag and shook it, "Drink some water, take a rest, and continue to dance the sword for a while! The bells and whistles are really handsome! You can teach me when you have time." …”

"Didn't you sit on it because Li Gui was blinded by your mind?"

Jiang Han drank his pulse and burped comfortably.Man, you still have to be nice to yourself.

Someone Jiang shook his head: "I was tired from walking. This chair consciously ran in front of me. I gave him face, so I sat down and rested." The Taoist Qingxin turned dark.

It's less than fifty meters away from the vending machine. Are you kidney deficiency?

Both Zhang Xiaohua and Wen Mi Po were about to cry.

"My brother, why did you drop the chain at this critical moment?"

"This is the curse of the Specter, why don't you get up soon, woohoo!" It's a pity.

Their words do not change the objective facts.

In the sight of the three of them, a dark shadow gradually appeared on the seat beside Jiang Han.

"Small, be careful!" The Taoist Qingxin hurriedly reminded.

Jiang Han turned his head to look.

A face that kept dropping flesh and blood was facing him.

"Sit, is it comfortable?" The chair said with a ghostly smile.

Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "It's okay, it's just this thing, it's made of steel, it's a bit sloppy, and it's cold, it's not good for the stomach, it needs to be improved." The chair ghost got a little angry: "You Do you think I'm really asking you to speak after you sit down?"

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, and immediately exclaimed: "So, are you going to use your actions to help me improve my sedentary experience?" The chair ghost smiled coldly: "You idiot, when I kill you, you will feel It's not cold and stubborn." The chair ghost started directly.

I saw that in the four rows of seats, at the same time, there were grimaces on the backs of the chairs, roaring at Jiang Han.

Behind Jiang Han, there is also a face that suddenly bites down at his back.

If bitten, the chair ghost can guarantee that this guy will be killed on the spot.

Jiang Han felt the movement behind him.

No head was brought back.

Just slap it right away.

Snapped!

The grimace that just emerged from the back of the chair and bit his back was smashed by his palm.

Not even scum left.

The chair grimace sank, realizing that Jiang Han was not as easy to deal with as he seemed.

Immediately used the curse.

All the chairs around seemed to have life, and the bloody mouths on the backs of the chairs rushed towards Jiang Han.

"I want to see, how many hands do you have to block so many mouths." The chair ghost said gloomily.

Jiang Han gave him the answer with practical actions.

He strode up to the chair ghost and grabbed his collar. , clap clap!

clap clap clap!

Clap clap clap!

There was a rhythmic slap that made people want to shake their legs and slap their face.