dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Upon hearing this, a group of Dajin people hurriedly waved their hands.

"Old Ancestor, don't worry, even if we sell everything, we still have to gather a magical weapon for Tingmeng."

"At least it's not worse than the eight swords of the vault!"

The big man was obviously still not satisfied with such an answer.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, he murmured to himself: "If Xiao Jiu hadn't taken the initiative to bear the great cause and effect back then, how could we have the leisure life we ​​have now."

"Now he is so poor that he has nothing decent to reward his ministers. It is a big taboo for a king to not know rewards and punishments!"

"Let's just talk about Hui Wuming, because of us, you can say it's heartbreaking, right? Sacrifice the whole clan without blinking an eye."

"But in the end, it's okay? Now I have to fight with others with bare hands... Hey, even if I say it, I feel sorry for the Hui family, ashamed!"

"And that blood dragon, that weasel... what a good courtier..."

When the group of Dajin people heard the words, their faces were covered with black lines.

In line with the meaning of our ancestors, we not only have to "arm" Tingmeng, but also "contract" the magical weapons of a group of his subordinates together.

He looked at the Xuanyuan Sword that was constantly being thrown around by the ancestors, and then at the most promising junior in his family...here!

For that glimmer of hope, what is a magic weapon!

I can't bear that the child can't catch the wolf.I can't bear my wife not being able to catch the gangster, so give it!

Although the "hemorrhage" has been decided, the Dajin people are dying:

Although the magic weapons that were assembled are all top quality, the shape is really horrible.

Let's put it this way, maces, meteor hammers, and mountain axes are all considered normal, and there are many kitchen knives, embroidery needles, black pots, and even strange weapons such as bricks and door panels.

The most egregious was a small black, boxy box with a wailing emoji drawn on it.

If Chen Daji saw it, he would definitely complain: "Damn it, an urn?!"

When the Dajin people saw the "things" that each other took out, they all felt a little too much.

Just when he was worried that his ancestors would be dissatisfied, and would say something "moth", the big man laughed.

Laugh from the bottom of my heart.

"You guys did a good job this time, I really appreciate it!"

"Xiao Jiu's child is good at everything, but he is too weak."

"From now on, the meteor hammer in the left hand, the mace in the right hand, the kitchen knife, the black pot, and the door plank are all flying behind him. Only in this way can we have the aura that the emperor should have!"

After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and this pile of strange-shaped things immediately flew towards the "lower realm".

The big man was happy, but the big gold people became more and more afraid after thinking about it.

Did I just wait for Meng Lang? !I didn't think about it! !

Imagine Hua Jiunan playing the piano with one hand and hitting people with a meteor hammer with the other.

From time to time, there is a "flying kitchen knife"...the picture is really "unbearable to look directly at".

If Tingmeng knows that this pile of "things" is a gift from us...

At this thought, all the Dajin people broke out in cold sweat.

"Old, old ancestor, I want to change some magic weapon to Tingmeng again, is it too late..."

Leaving aside the worrying about gain and loss for the moment and the burly man who secretly chuckled, Hua Jiunan was already on Chang Baye's back, ready to rush to the blue sarcophagus.

But before the big worm "takes off", it suddenly felt a biting cold.

It felt like we were sleeping under the covers in the winter, and we were suddenly taken out and thrown into the ice water.

As strong as Chang Ba Ye couldn't help but shudder, and then his face was full of vigilance.

Tightening the black pot on his head, he looked around with his big head fluttering.

"Small. Be careful, Mr. Xiao, there is so much resentment!"

Hua Jiunan nodded slightly, then looked up into the distance.

Amid the endless cries of grievances, a blood coffin slowly floated towards this side.

The resentment came from the blood coffin.

On the four walls of the blood coffin, all kinds of hideous grimaces kept pouring out, all staring at Hua Jiunan with resentment.

"Thousand-year soul, ten-thousand-year hatred, I hate the injustice in the world."

"Grudges cannot be repaid, and grievances cannot be redressed...Hua Jiunan, why are you still alive!!"