Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

The old man Fang, Mao Qishui and others on one side also had slightly strange expressions.

Although the contact time with Tang Sanzan is not too long.

But this guy's style of "from the original and on the spectrum" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Sad about the life and death of a demonic dragon?

impossible!Absolutely impossible!

as predicted.

In the next second, Tang Sanzan muttered his true thoughts:

"Sin, oh, it's a great sin to lose such a good means of transportation!"

"I don't know when next time, Buddha will meet such a domineering and satisfying mount..."

His tone was full of regret and sadness.

Everyone had "I knew it was like this" expressions on their faces.

However, Liu Mengyan's complexion did not change at all.

Still as gentle as water, he said: "Brother San Zan, don't be sad, he is just an evil dragon, next time we will definitely meet better ones!"

"Brother Sanbuan, with your heroic appearance, how can you be a mere evil dragon?"

"In my opinion, at least it must be a real dragon..."

Listening to Liu Mengyan's soothing voice, which is as warm as water.

Everyone went from astonishment to dullness, and finally to numbness.

Far from the original!

Just pamper him!

This is the common thought in everyone's mind.

In such a short moment, what flies in the sky, swims in the sea, and crawls on land.

Liu Mengyan, who is not at the level of a beast, can't even say it.

It's just a matter of finishing a whole book of mountains and seas and catching the strange beasts on it.

Let Tang San bury himself and choose suitable mounts one by one!

The big men felt sour when they saw it.

Guang Yuanming and Chen Yuanliang, two younger guys, set their sights on Li Ling and Ji Lan.

It seems that he hopes to get a little bit of the same pampering from his teammates.

It's a pity that there is nothing but white eyes.

"Ahem... Let's go to the Hall of Rebirth first. After explaining something, it's time for us to go back."

finally.

Tang Sanzan couldn't bear to listen anymore, coughed twice in embarrassment.

It interrupted Liu Mengyan's completely bottomless pampering towards him.

After all... If Liu Mengyan was allowed to continue talking.

Then it might be the turn of Mantian Gods and Buddhas to play as a mount for himself.

While that sounds interesting, it's obviously a bit too far-fetched and unreal.

That's it.

One arm fell into the mountains and ravines, and the other arm lay on the plain.

There is also a fully automatic air conditioner that sleeps soundly on the back.

Tang Sanzan came to the hall of death in a mighty way.

It was still the familiar corpse aura, and it was still the familiar little fat man.

"You are?"

The corpse Taoist looked at the group of people in front of him in bewilderment.

Except for the little zombie loli on Tang Sanbu's back, she was the only one she knew.

He had clearly never seen these guys in front of him.

"That's how you get to know each other."

Tang Sanzan smiled slightly, and took out a black robe and that weird mask.

Once you change your outfit, you can use the Nether Ancient Clock to change your aura.

"It's you! Why are you here again?!"

The corpse Taoist immediately put on a mournful face, and his tone seemed particularly hostile.

But in the end, he was forced to welcome a group of people in.

Form is stronger than people, and you cannot allow yourself to refuse.

He is so hard!

I just want to squat honestly in my own den, refine the corpse, and sleep.

Occasionally digging the ancestral grave of a certain big brother, this small life can be regarded as repayment of punishment.

The appearance of Tang Sanzan directly broke the beautiful life of the corpse Taoist.

Let him die on the spot in front of his disciples.

He also directly abducted the "ultimate means" left by his grandfather.

Now it has come to the door again.

If possible, the little fat corpse Taoist would probably cry for Tang San to see on the spot!

Of course, the weeping little fat zombie is not a pretty picture.

It may put the corpse Taoist at risk of being beaten again...

"Don't be so unhappy, Lord Buddha, I have something good to tell you this time."

Looking at Tang Sanzan's handsome smiling face.

The corpse Taoist felt a chill in his heart for no reason: "It can't be done, I have a humble life in this life, and I am destined to only be with corpses, and I can't enjoy any good things!"

As he said that, he waved his hands again and again, and his fat body kept receding towards the back.

"You can enjoy."

Tang Sanzun narrowed his eyes and said with certainty.

"I..."

"Ok?"

"I can... I can!"

In the end, the corpse Taoist replied affirmatively twice, wanting to cry but not crying.

Because... if you deny it, it may be the nuclear fist with the Buddha's light.

It might fall on his head.

The corpse Taoist felt that he might, maybe, probably couldn't bear this punch.

Therefore, he chose Congxin.

As an evil cultivator, one must have the character of an evil cultivator.

The corpse Taoist comforted himself in this way.

So ever.

After a friendly exchange of nuclear peace.

The corpse Taoist decisively signed the "equality treaty" that humiliated the corpse.

Crowned by Tang Sanbu, he became the new "talker" in Beicheng District.

Wait until a group of people are satisfied to leave.

The corpse Taoist thought of all the things that Tang Sanzan explained, and felt desolate again in his heart.

What kind of good thing is this? What kind of "talker" in Beicheng District?

Obviously, it is to let myself be the undercover agent for "three years and three years, three years and three years"!

It's just that his undercover agent is relatively advanced.

It belongs to the kind of "talker" who helps Tang Sanbuy fishing.

On the surface, he maintains that Beicheng District still belongs to the "world of evil cultivators".

In fact... Beicheng District is a big fish pond!

After the fish became fat, Tang Sanzan came to pump the water directly!

Take the bamboo shoots!

If it weren't for the fear of death, it would be absolutely impossible for the corpse Taoist to accept such a task.

It wasn't because Tang Sanzan said that after pumping the water, he would leave the corpse of "Yu'er" to the corpse Taoist, and he agreed.

Absolutely not!

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Chapter 125 Hard-working Snake, Serious Chicken Shop

Nancheng District.

A teahouse.

In the air, there is an atmosphere called "fear" everywhere.

Two poor, helpless, not cute ghosts.

Sitting in front of the tea table tremblingly, he didn't dare to act rashly.

One of the ghosts is naturally Huang Ziming who loves tea ceremony.

Another ghost is after Tang Sanbu caused waves in Beicheng District.

The owner of the watermelon stall who came to find friends because he wanted to avoid the limelight.

What he didn't expect was.

In the past, there was Tang Sanbu who disturbed the situation in Beicheng District, and there was no peace.

Later, in a friend's teahouse, this miraculous big cock!

After it stepped into this teahouse, it never dared to act rashly again.

He could only stare at Huang Ziming and sit there trembling.

Occasionally, the two ghosts would take a glance at that bright red exuding the most masculine and majestic aura.

Then they immediately retracted their gaze tremblingly.

Because, Dahong's eyes almost never left the two of them.

Although the guy in front of him is just a big cock.

But the two ghosts were able to clearly read some special meanings from Dahong's eyes.

That kind of gaze, looking at them two ghosts.

It's like looking at an extremely delicious snack!

And it looks like it's about to move around and want to taste it.

As time went by bit by bit, the two ghosts lived like years.

"Little Master Three Burial, come back soon~ I can't bear this pain!"