The system is the king of the counterattack master

"and many more!"

Seeing the big tortoise with its head tightly shrunk in its shell, Han Xiaodong's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his hand to stop the witch god who was about to draw out his knife.

"This... can I really take it away?"

He knew that the wind turtle belonged to the undead, and it was fine in the devil world. It was a question of whether the undead could still exist after leaving this three-acre land.

"Since I agreed to you, naturally you don't have to worry. I will have my own way to let you take it away. Now, it depends on whether you want it or not." Han Xiaodong felt that she was like a god.

"Yes, yes, this must be done. I can't really watch you stew it, can I? No matter how hard it is to get back the magic scepter, we can't kill the donkey, can we?" Han Xiaodong said, Walked to Fengbie and squatted down.

In fact, he didn't care how much power the turtle exerted on the mountain, but this big tortoise is very human, and its speed is extremely fast, it would be good to take it back even as a mount.

Oh, right!Next time before riding, he must first get a seat and seat belt or something, he doesn't want to be used as a cannonball by this big guy again.

Before Fengbie got his hands, Han Xiaodong's thoughts had already diverged to the limit.The old bastard stared at the owner in front of him with soybean-sized eyes, retracted his head and opened his mouth.

Han Xiaodong looked at it, thought it understood his words, and expressed his gratitude to him for saving its life, so he stretched out his hand to touch Fengbie's head with a smile.

Unexpectedly, when Fengbie saw Han Xiaodong's hand, he poked his head out and bit Han Xiaodong's hand with lightning speed.

"Ah~~!!! Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! It's broken!"

Han Xiaodong was suddenly bitten by the wind turtle, and his fur exploded immediately. He beat and beat the wind turtle like crazy. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was so big, he might have pulled the wind turtle up from the ground and turned around in circles.

Seeing Han Xiao grinning in pain and yelling, the witch god didn't extend a helping hand, instead he snorted coldly and almost squeezed out two words: "You deserve it."

Han Xiaodong was in so much pain that he wanted to pull his hand out of Fengbiede's mouth, but the harder he tried, the tighter Fengbie's bite was, staring at Han Xiaodong with those small eyes without blinking. Stance.

"Help! Don't just watch!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Fengbie, Han Xiaodong had no choice but to ask the witch god for help.

The witch god glanced at him and felt that the lesson was almost done, so he said softly to Fengbie: "Okay, let's just let go."

Fengbie turned his small eyes, looked at the witch god, then at Han Xiaodong, let go of his mouth for the last time, and retracted his head back into the turtle shell.

Han Xiaodong finally got his freedom, jumped three feet high, jumped five meters away, covered the bleeding, and shouted at Fengbie:

"Stew it! Stew it! I'm going to have turtle soup tonight! It must be stewed!"

With an extremely contemptuous look, Fengbie cast a blank glance at Han Xiaodong, then shrank his head again, and ignored him no more.

Being bitten by one's own undead, and being despised, this kind of thing is really unbearable, even if uncle endured it, even auntie can't bear it!
So he turned to the witch god, and said indignantly: "Pull it out to let the blood out! I want it to know how powerful it is!"

But the witch god gave him the same contemptuous look, and said flatly: "It's too late, it has already completed the soul contract with your blood just now, if you want to kill it, I'm afraid you have to kill you first."

After an awkward silence.

"Are you guys...is this considered a partnership to plot against me?" After waiting for a long time, Han Xiaodong asked seriously.

He has been fooled by the witch god more than once, so if the witch god really nodded at this time, he would not feel any surprise.

But this time the witch god shook his head, and even explained to him with a kind smile: "The dead spirit is a species of the devil world. If you want to take it away, you must turn it into your blood spirit, that is, take your blood spirit." As his parasite, the soul can be brought out of here by you.

Originally, I wanted to borrow some blood from you for a while, but who knew that you would stretch out your hand to let it bite, who can blame it?But you should be happy, Fengbie won't be someone else's blood spirit easily, you are already very lucky. "

After hearing her finish, Han Xiaodong had a bitter look on his face: "So, I still need to thank you?"

The witch god ignored him, waved his hand, and Fengbie disappeared.

"Okay, I'll pay you both kinds of rewards, and you can go back." After the witch god finished speaking, he turned around and was about to walk down the hall.

Han Xiaodong hurriedly shouted: "It's easy to say, how can you answer? Even if you don't open a portal for me or something, at least teach me a spell!"

The witch god glanced at him, and replied casually: "You just need to shout 'the Lord God is the greatest', that's what all the envoys of the gods did before."

After finishing speaking, he continued to walk slowly towards the hall.

……

A moment of silence.

"The lord god is the greatest?" Han Xiaodong was overwhelmed by this narcissistic spell that was like a joke, but according to the witch god, he had to shout that if he wanted to leave.

But he opened his mouth a few times, but he still ended in failure, no, it's too fucking embarrassing, Han Xiaodong blushed and didn't even have the nerve to yell like that.

"Are you going or not? I still need a sweeper here. If you are reluctant to leave, you can try this job." The witch god who had already walked to the entrance of the hall threw out such a sentence suddenly.

Thinking of working under the hands of the Witch God, Han Xiaodong immediately shivered. In the end, he exhausted all his strength and muttered these five words with the smallest voice he could make.

"No, you have to shout loudly, and you must be sincere." The witch god who had already left the gate seemed to have heard Han Xiaodong's extremely reluctant muttering, and couldn't help but come back to remind him.

In desperation, he could only take a few deep breaths, took out the posture of breaking the jar, raised one hand above his head, spread his feet apart, and shouted loudly:
"The Lord God is the greatest!"

Following the loud roar, a golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Han Xiaodong in it.

Seeing the color of his body gradually fade, Han Xiaodong was overjoyed. He raised his hand to say goodbye to the witch god, but suddenly, he suddenly remembered an extremely important thing.

At that moment, regardless of whether the witch god could hear it or not, he pulled his neck and shouted loudly: "Bai Huo is still at the Ninth Gate of Heaven, bring him back before he starves to death!"

With the golden light completely obliterating the scene in front of his eyes, Han Xiaodong slowly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, an anxious pretty face was looking at him, and beside that pretty face, an old face was also looking at him with a smile.

"Old bald donkey!"

When Han Xiaodong saw the two people in front of him clearly, he cursed immediately: "You killed me! Do you want to help me, or let me wipe your ass?"