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

Huang Ziming prayed frantically in his heart.

Otherwise... the two of them probably cannot escape the chicken mouth!

It seemed that he felt Huang Ziming's secret prayer.

The figure of Tang Sanzan and the three daughters appeared in front of a tea house.

Hmm...after learning the lesson of forgetting the evil dragon.

Tang Sanzan felt that he couldn't forget about Dahong, he was his close friend and relative!

"Big red."

As soon as he walked to the door, he called out.

Da Hong also sensed Tang San Zan's aura, and was about to flap her wings.

When you want to act as a shoulder pendant for Tang San's burial.

Da Hong's body froze slightly, looking at Tang San Zan's back.

Xiao Qi's two small arms hugged Tang Sanzan's neck, with his head tilted on his shoulders, sleeping soundly.

Obviously, Xiao Qi hanging on Tang San Zan's back occupied Da Hong's original position.

There was a faint resentment in Dahong's round eyes.

At this moment, it seems to have become the classic "chicken head question mark" picture.

Tang Sanzan: "..."

The wings that were half spread out were silently retracted.

Continue to put the golden rooster on the tea table in an independent shape.

The emotions between humans and chickens are obviously not in common.

Tang Sanzan only thought that Xiaoqi was cute, it was like a natural air conditioner on his back, cool and comfortable.

Da Hong only felt that Xiao Qi had taken her place, that's all.

"Little Master Three Burial, you are finally back!"

It's different from Dahong's misery.

Huang Ziming only felt that he was finally liberated.

Enthusiastically greeted him, the owner of the watermelon stand on the side was puzzled for a while.

When, my friend.

How could he have such a good relationship with such a handsome and weirdly dressed monk?

"I haven't seen you for a short time. The donor seems to be in good spirits."

Tang Sanzun smiled, "How is it, how do you get along with Dahong?"

Huang Ziming: "..."

May I ask where did you see that I am in good spirits?

Although his heart was sloppy, Huang Ziming could only smile: "It's okay, it's okay, Dahong is as obedient as Little Master Sanbu said."

"That's good, Master Buddha, I'm still worried about Dahong, and it might cause you trouble."

"No, no, what's the matter!"

"Since that's the case, I don't worry. Lord Buddha, I still have some things to do. Dahong can only..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Ziming's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said:

"Master Three Burials, Dahong is such a natural and magical species, he is definitely a right-hand man for home travel!"

"You'd better take it! It's too condescending to let Dahong stay with me!"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzan nodded, and said with a light smile, "Okay, I won't joke with you, this time things went well, Master Buddha, I'm here to bring Dahong home."

After getting this satisfactory answer.

Huang Ziming let out a long sigh of relief, and subconsciously wiped his forehead, only to realize that he didn't have the ability to sweat.

Tang Sanzan directly waved at Dahong.

Moved the head of Xiao Qi, who was sleeping soundly, to the other side.

After vacating the position of the left shoulder.

Only then did Da Hong spread its wings and land on Tang San Zan's body, turning into the most shining pendant.

"Let's go, come to drink tea another day."

Tang Sanzan and his daughters rode the "door plank flying sword" and rushed into the sky.

After sending away Tang San to bury the great Buddha.

Huang Ziming was a ghost, as if he had collapsed, and hurried back to the tea table to sit down.

Lie directly on the tea table, feeling an unprecedented relaxation in my heart.

The owner of the watermelon stall on one side also didn't want to ask more questions, and also lay limply on the tea table.

These two days, under Da Hong's gaze, they dare not even move a finger casually.

I'm afraid it will become a delicious snack for that day's alien species.

Now... finally free.

When Tang Sanbu returned to the empty gate of 602.

The sky is already dim.

"Tired" all night.

Tang Sanzan didn't feel so tired.

On the contrary, I hope that I can do this kind of "trouble" a few more times.

It's a pity...a talent like Si Junfeng is still very rare.

"Hmm...we might need a new door."

Tang Sanzan clutched his shiny forehead, feeling a little headache for a moment.

Above the door frame, there is nothingness, and the draft is blowing from the house.

The air is slightly cool and the atmosphere is slightly awkward.

at this time.

In a certain alleyway in Nancheng District.

A beautiful little white snake with its tail wrapped around a metal anti-theft door with a huge difference in size from itself.

In Kazilan's big eyes, there seemed to be four big characters "hard work and get rich".

Holding the heavy anti-theft door, he slid on the ground in a funny posture.

But at a very fast speed, it disappeared into the urban area in a blink of an eye.

Soon.

In the alleyway, the classic "The Essence of China" came.

The general idea is "God damn it, it's too bad, even stealing the door" or something like that.

Oh, oh, oh! ! !

Divide yin and yang, ushering in the dawn of the sound of the rooster dawn.

It resounded through the southern city again.

Countless neighbors who lost their gates and were extremely depressed.

Unprecedented "high enthusiasm" broke out!

What the hell, it's hard to get used to the days without big red crowing in the past two days.

In the end, it started again. What the hell is going on? !

Nancheng District, the end of the street.

The bosses of the serious chicken shop grinned with joy in their hearts.

Business, isn't it booming again!

On a street next to a two-dollar store, there is a freshly baked decent chicken shop with a large signboard.

Old man Fang was sitting in the shop.

The smile on his face couldn't stop growing.

Opportunities are to be grasped by oneself!

Old man Fang is obviously someone who is good at grasping the timing...

Chapter 126

602 house.

The morning sun is warm and comfortable.

Tang Sanzun sat on the balcony of the living room.

On the small table in front of him were two bowls of black-blue noodles.

For the noodles this time, the shape of the noodles can barely be seen.

It was the black and blue color that made it difficult for Tang Sanzan to understand.

What ingredients are put in it to make such a "beautiful" soup.

On the opposite side of Tang Sanbu, Liu Mengyan was waiting eagerly, with a huge and heavy weight on the table.

The snow-white radians and astonishing ravines seem to be able to keep people's sight sinking into them.

The enjoyment of pain and happiness is always hard to refuse.

When Xiao Qi woke up, she also expressed her interest in Liu Mengyan's cooking skills.

Therefore, two bowls of noodles were placed on the table.

It's just... Xiao Qi looked at Tang San Zan suspiciously.

The big piercing eyes seem to say: This... is it really edible?

then.

With the beautiful scenery, Tang Sanzan tasted the "full taste" noodles.

Xiao Qi imitated the example and picked up a pour of noodles with chopsticks.

Su Xiaoran, who was lying on the sofa, looked at Xiaoqi curiously.

It seems that he is thinking in his heart, can the little zombie loli survive the torment of sister Mengyan?

Xiaoqi closed her eyes and put the noodles into her mouth cruelly.

next second.

slap!

Little cute zombie loli, the face collided with the table and made a cute sound.

Big round eyes, roll your eyes straight!

Zombie Xiaoqi——death!

"hiss!!!"

Seeing this scene, Su Xiaoran gasped.

"It's too strong! It's too strong, a delicacy that even a zombie like Xiaoqi can't handle."

"Sister Mengyan, your cooking skills have improved again!"

Su Xiaoran gave a thumbs up in a strange way.