Step Back! Master is Here!

The white-faced male looks distorted.

Wu Changsheng The Feng family did raise a lot of corpses.

But Ke Feng's family didn't learn to drive corpses. Their methods were a hundred times better than driving corpses.

Where do I need to learn to drive dead?

I rushed to the corpse, but they were raised by Feng's family to make things more convenient.

"It doesn't seem to be."

Tangluo asked again, "Boy, do you have a kind of ruthless Feng family, a murderous elder?"

In fact, the white-faced man still looks quite young, and at first he showed arrogance.

I also feel very young.

For such a proud young man, there must be some bullying and elders in the family?

I have a young man who is a little old. This family tradition and basic exercise?

The white-faced man didn't know how to answer the monk's question for a while.

I continued to say ruthlessly and said, "What do you dare to do to me, my adult will come out and kill you?"

Suddenly feels shameless, making it difficult for Baimen to say.

"You said, if I hung you on the wall, your elders from Feng's family will definitely come to me for trouble."

I didn't wait for the white-faced man to answer, Tang Luo continued to say with interest.

The white-faced man shook.

"You lunatic!" He shouted, instinctively crawling away from Tang Luo.

This monk, Xuan Zang, from Daleiyin Temple.

How about fishing?

Use him as a bait to catch more Feng family?

What is not a lunatic?

Aren't he afraid of Feng's tearing it into pieces?

What's wrong is that he should be tortured endlessly for survival, death and death.

In the memory of the white-faced man, no one has ever ignored Feng's family like this.

来 "Come, give it a try." Tang Luo said with a smile, "I just test to see how important you are in Feng's family. Life is made up of tests."

He bent down and grabbed one of the white-faced men's legs, and Tang Luo dragged him towards the terminal door.

Because the mission request is to stay here for one night until six in the morning.

洛 If it is not necessary, Tang Luo will not go out, but must work against the task.

Hanging this white-faced man on the wall to attract more Feng's family of mushrooms is a good choice.

You can live with strange goods, and wait for someone to come.

Hit me, Tang Luo, defeat the Buddha.

Bian Dawenhao, master of acting, master of tactics.

The four Buddhas with comprehensive development of virtue, body, mind and body.

"Scream."

He put the white-faced man at the door, Tang Luo said.

"Scream?"

"Scream for help, how do you know if you do n’t call for help at home, how do they save you?" Tangluo said, "They don't come to save you, I don't kill-without saving them, how can I gain merit?

"Get merit?"

The white-faced man widened his eyes.

He was sure, this monk is a lunatic, a demon monk.

Rely on killing for merit?

Which temple is the crazy monk coming out of?

Oh, it's Daleiyin Temple.

"Punish evil and promote good, save evil people, and show merit." Tang Luo said.

"You are the wicked."

The white-faced man took these words to heart.

But he can't shout.

什么 样 What kind of family is the Feng family?

Powerful, cruel, cold and ruthless.

The matter of feelings is like a straw in Feng's house, which can be discarded at any time.

I "yelled" Feng's family, there are indeed some who might call out the Feng family.

But these people did not appear to save people.

I was just because Baimen was the Feng family.

What Feng's family will do is definitely not to save people, but to kill people.

Kill the arrogant who provoked Feng's family.

I used the blood of the provocateur to prove the strength of the Feng family.

The white-faced man, if not dead, is expected to become a "living basin" after the end of the matter.

How to save people? nonexistent.

贯 The consistent style of the sturdy Feng family from the north.

"I have special contact information and have already contacted them."

White-faced man said Shen Sheng.

He must delay time and find a chance to escape.

哦 "Oh, they know?" Tang Luo asked.

"I know."

White-faced man said, "Since you are so anxious to die, I have to fulfill you."

"I can't see it."

Tang Luo stared at the white-faced man and whispered.

"What?" The white-faced man asked.

I can't see anything.

Immediately after I asked, a great deal of anxiety and fear arose in my heart.

"I……"

As soon as He shouted a word, the white-faced man felt a hand on his head.

Pu Xianren touched me, and made a long life?

Huh!

The white-faced man's head burst open.

一次 This time, it's not just mycelium inside.

Now that the Feng family has been notified, the role of the white-faced man has been achieved.

Tang Luo does not need hostages and bargaining chips.

He just wanted people to "come to death."

Feng's family does not need "hostages", nor does Tang Luo.

By the time the white-faced man realized this, it was too late.

As for "not seeing".

Means that Tang Luo did not see whether the white-faced man was lying.

The acting master is only very experienced and can make judgments based on experience. It is not necessary to see whether others are acting.

The headless corpse fell, and Tang Luo stepped aside, picking up the ominous that he dropped on the ground while practicing with the bronze armored corpse.

I returned to the small room.

Why not make a holster for Ominous?

Fitted to the position of the forearm.

The wide and elegant sleeves can cover the ominous, and it is more convenient when needed.

After all, in the mission world, after taking out the equipment and using it, it cannot be recovered.

"God" is quite ah.

"Ok?"

I didn't sit for long, and Tang Luo's distracted eyes gathered at the door.

I am not the Feng family.

He was the body of the white-faced man, and it started to change.

Arms, feet and body become dry.

In just two or three minutes, like a dead body.

After that, a mushroom grew slowly on the headless neck.

Has colorful black mushrooms.

I don't know which one is in the white-faced male, or it's a new one.

Mushrooms that Feng's family calls "Growing Mushrooms".

In fact, tadpoles grow on corpses and even living bodies, and it is more appropriate to call them "corpse mushrooms".

Luo Tangluo saved the white-faced man, but didn't "do" the dead mushroom together.

The corpse after the corpse mushroom grew, gradually moved.

Slowly got up from the ground.

Late at night, a dry corpse was getting up, replacing the head with black mushrooms.

"Is this really a mushroom essence?"

Tang Luo directly broke through the window, came to the "mushroom essence", reached out and grabbed.

The captured corpse mushroom released a large number of spores.

It is like raising a dust.

Tang Luo slightly moved his abdomen, exhaling a breath, blowing off these spores, and pulling hard.

Teared the corpse mushroom off the dried corpse.

Xu Gan's corpse fell to the ground, shattered, and seemed to air dry for countless years.

There are no dead mushrooms inside.

The corpse mushroom in Tang Luo's hand, the one just growing in the chest of the white-faced man, has now grown on his head.

I looked at the corpse mushroom in my hand, Tang Luo was lost in thought.

"Goku, do you know the 108 ways of monsters?"

"Monk you want to break the ring again!"

"The Buddha passed through the intestines, the Buddha stayed in his heart."

"Do you really feel like it?"

"The monster wants to eat as a teacher and is finally digested by the teacher. This is a cause and effect. If the Buddha knows it, he will approve it."

"Are you monk sulking, more like a monster than a monster?"

"Being a teacher is just a lonely gourmet."

Memories are so fierce and my thoughts are so strong.

The table in the small room is the one with its own cabinet.

Tang Luo opened it and saw an electric cooking pot inside.

I took it out and looked at it. It was not very clean. I went outside and received water, washed it, and then received water.

Insert the plug, Tang Luo threw the corpse mushroom inside, and covered the lid.

Let's cook slowly.

I do n’t know if I can make a nutritious mushroom soup.

He drove the corpsesmith, the white-faced male of Feng's family, to provide Tang Luo with merit.

I still don't add up to Jack the Ripper of the first world.

After consuming merit, Tang Luo's current injury-free upper limit is still at 8%, and there is still a gap between 9%.

Even if the remaining merit is exhausted, it cannot be achieved overnight.

I still leave a part in accordance with the practice in case of need.

It's like saving money regularly.

The Yueyueguang tribe encounters an economic crisis, but it will collapse.

Tang Luo can not be a moonlight tribe with zero anti-risk ability.

He closed his eyes again, Tang Luo settled down like an old monk, and continued to adjust his wounds to heal.

After an hour, Tang Luo opened his eyes.

Add water again and continue cooking.

Repeated several times.

Time has arrived at 5:30, and the sky gradually lightened.

Two corpses are still the same.

The pupa did not shrink and swell, nor did it swell.

But the water that was added last time is no longer clear.

I have a feeling of mushroom clear soup.

Feng's family did not show up.

Fengmen Village is quiet.

I didn't even have a chicken sound.

"Okay."

He held up the pot and took a sip of soup, Tang Luo secretly said.

There is no healing effect ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But it is also the level that ordinary people drink hot water to warm the stomach and fight hunger.

Of course, it is hard to say what happens to ordinary people when they drink soup.

If you are lucky, it should become stronger.

Luck is bad.

After drinking it, Tang Luo grabbed the corpse mushroom and bit it down.

The corpse mushroom melted at the entrance, and a fiery fire-like manic force burst out in the mouth.

I was locked in by Tang Luo and absorbed.

Tooth decay is a good appetite.

"Well, this is a bit effective."

Tang Luo was slightly happy, and after eating three mouthfuls, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath to treat the injury.

Injuries recovered a little.

In this way, Tang Luo can play 9% of his strength without involving his injury.

"Rustic ..."

Heavy, dragging footsteps came from outside the room.

Tangluo turned his head, and saw Aunt Shufen holding the broom and trembling toward the room.

When she saw Tang Luo turning her head, Aunt Shufen's eyes lit up and she fell directly on the ground before she could remember what she said.

This aunt was waved by Miko's "dead friend, undead and poor".

I was kicked and kicked by the corpse maker, but unexpectedly did not die.

"Is the female donor okay?"

Tang Luo walked to Aunt Shufen and asked when she crouched down.

"Master ... help me." Aunt Shufen slumped.

"Well, the poor monk will give you light." Tang Luo put one hand on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to chant.

At this moment, the painful expression on Aunt Shufen's face turned vicious.

I grabbed the broom and suddenly swung at Tang Luo's head.

I was waving at the conductor and the three zombies while on the bus.