dead child, ghost carrying coffin

On the ground, seeing the green bull who hadn't responded for a long time, his eyes were full of determination, and his voice became more gentle at the same time.

"Xiao Jiu, come on Grandpa Shu's back, Grandpa will carry you."

Hua Jiu, who was less and less hostile in his heart, couldn't hear the words, and hurriedly shook his head.

"Xiao Jiu dare not! Xiao Jiu dare not bother Grandpa Shu!"

"Grandpa, don't worry, Xiaojiu has realized something else, and now he is confident that he can fight!"

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer, and jumped onto Chang Baye's broad back.

"Thank you, Baba!"

Ba Ye Chang roared and hovered opposite the two sarcophagi, his eyes filled with endless hatred.

"Xiaoba dares to ask Mr. Xiao to make the decision for Big Brother!"

These words made the two sarcophagi extremely aggrieved: call the shots?What do you do?

Now your big brother is devouring our "blood and flesh essence", why are you wronged......

However, the two sarcophagi were absolutely unable to say something so detrimental to morale, so they could only roar together and prepare to do it.

Even if they did, they would not dare to release the corpses in the sea of ​​blood. After all, the Jianmu coffin was obviously not full and was still devouring madly.

As a result, the strength of the two sarcophagi was greatly reduced invisibly.

You can even use Songlao's method just now - bumping.

If Chang Baye himself, in order to avenge his elder brother, he would definitely choose to fight recklessly without hesitation.

But now it's difficult to carry Hua Jiu on his back... How can he risk his life with a stinky coffin because his little teacher is so precious.

The world is unfolding rapidly, and the classic kite-flying tactics reappear in the "river and lake".

Hua Jiunan is not a reckless person, so he is naturally so happy.

The piano sounded and the eight swords came out, quite like the scene where the two coffins bullied Songlao just now.

But now it's just the other way around...

While fighting here, Songlao and Zhang Jiao would naturally not stand by.

Zhang Jiaozhu, who was floating like a fairy, spoke first.

"Senior Tree God, Pindao privately thinks that it is unfair for them to fight two against one, which is quite inappropriate."

"What do seniors think?"

Songlao is just quiet and inaction, but he is not pedantic at all, he smiles when he hears this.

"The leader is well-informed and sympathetic to the common people. If he thinks it's wrong, then it's really wrong."

"You and I both need to be corrected."

So the horn of the Yellow Turban was played again, and the sound of the cow resounded through the earth.

Before the old cow vacated, Chen, who has always been filial, decisively took off the little fascist's pants.

Pick one of the longest "hairs" and pull it out with a pop, and stuff it into the mouth of the green cow.

"Grandpa Tree, eat it, and explode those stinky coffins after eating!"

"Don't worry about fighting with them, little chirp's hair...fuck, there are only three left?!"

"Oh, mom, you have to save some money in the future!"

Looking at the little fascist who has been completely reduced to "three hairs", Chen Daji hurriedly and apologetically helped him put on his iron pants.

She comforted him while wiping away tears.

"Little Haw, what are you crying for, haven't you heard that song?"

"Chun goes and spring comes back, Mao Xie... Hair will grow back sooner or later..."

The little fascist was too lazy to talk to his unreliable boss, and after giving Chen a look of "I believe you a ghost", he ran to the arms of Xiao Wuxin who had "become" to seek comfort.

Of course Wuxin was much more reliable than Chen. While gently picking up the little Fascist, he recited the "Growing Heavenly King Sutra" to help him grow hair...to restore his body.

After all, my brother is too kind and has a bad fate, so it is very necessary to hurry up and grow some "hair" for backup.

Together with this thought, the little fascist who was hugged by Wuxin cried even more sadly...

On the other side, the big-hearted Chen called all the ghosts and cocoons to his side, and began to study the Jianmu coffin floating with the sea of ​​blood.

"Big head Xin, how did Brother Chang get pulled out of the stinky coffin?"

Haogui was not as big-hearted as Chen, and while staring at the battle in the air, he replied: "It was pulled out, it was knocked out!"

Chen Daji was stunned: "Damn it, did you knock it out? What did you use to hit it so hard?"

"Use your big ship, Major General!" Haogui replied as a matter of course.

"But the boat is broken, and it will take some old-fashioned skills to put it back together!"

Chen Daji: "..."

"Big head Xin, don't tell us that the debris on the ground is... oh my god, are they all broken into foam?!"

After a little distress, Chen immediately corrected his mentality.

"Calculate the ball, break it! Use a boat for Brother Chang, this wave is not bad!"

"Isn't it just a boat? Our family still has one!"

Yan Bi took out the "Mirage" from the Dora-a box, and stared at the two sarcophagi in the air with malicious intent.

Obviously this guy is thinking about which one is better...