dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Seeing that Zhao Fei dared to attack him, Fan Ju couldn't help being a little angry even with his heart.

Therefore, without dodging or evading, the black light on the wat board in his hand flickered, and a war game deduction board from the pre-Qin period appeared between the two of them out of thin air.

The chessboard became longer in the wind, covering the entire open space in a blink of an eye.

The landscape and terrain above have also become extremely real.

Rows of terracotta soldiers shuttled among them.

The words "Soldier, Soldier, General, Ding, Chariot, Jia" were written on their bodies, and they were killing Hua Jiunan with weapons in their hands.

The first to bear the brunt is Zhao Fei.

"Huangkou kid dares to attack the old man, I will tell you to come and go today!"

I never thought that Zhao Fei was not afraid, and the two maces were still dancing vigorously.

"You're finished, old bastard, I'll throw a dart if you eat Fat Master!"

Zhao Fei said while freeing one hand, and threw an "unidentified object" towards Fan Ju.

The so-called physical strength is not lost, this sentence is more obvious in Fatty Zhao.

The unknown object was thrown by him with all his strength, and it actually made a sharp wind sound.

Seeing this, Fan Ju didn't dare to be careless, and immediately released another Terracotta Warrior to stop him.

With a crisp bang, the "unidentified object" hit the terracotta warriors without any injuries, and only exploded a cloud of choking smoke.

Fan Ju was taken aback for a moment, and after careful observation, he couldn't help becoming furious.

"Chalky ash?!! (the name of lime in ancient times in China, from "The Classic")"

"Zhu Zi'an dared to insult the old man like this, and actually used such obscene means that are only used in brawls!"

It's no wonder Fan Ju is angry, it's because he threw lime bags at his opponents during the martial arts fight, and he really can't get on the stage...

Especially for a master like him, it was a blatant insult!

This is like a master architect comparing designs with you, but you piss and mud;

Exploration experts talk to you about geology, and you fart and collapse...

Although Fan Ju was already so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, but Zhao Fei, the instigator, looked indifferent.

While avoiding the attack of the terracotta warriors, they taunted loudly.

"Old boy, you are so obsessed with talking fart!"

"Just say you are afraid or not!"

At the same time, the heavy arrows shot by Chen Daji also arrived one after another.

The goal is naturally the lower three lanes of habit.

"Old bastard, Master Ji, let me tell you; you have to admit your ugliness, and you have to stand firm when you are beaten!"

"If you're not afraid that you're going to hide?!"

"It's kind of like standing there and not moving, and Fatty Zhao will slap you in the face!"

Being provoked by two "naughty boys" repeatedly, this vertical and horizontal member was so angry that he even temporarily forgot about using the sackcloth grandma to threaten several people.

"Huangkou children, you don't know how to live or die, but it's no wonder the old man is ruthless!"

"You ruthless master!" Seeing Fan Ju's appearance, Zhao Fei knew that it was time to act according to Hua Jiunan's plan!

Immediately raised his hand and threw an unknown object again.

Seeing this, Fan Ju's thoughts changed.

How could such a useless move be used twice in a row with these people's means? !

Upon closer inspection, a flaw was found.

The two ancient characters "Night Patrol" are impressively written on the wooden sign.

Fan Ju secretly sighed in his heart: How dangerous!There are really calculations!

Fortunately, the old man did not underestimate the enemy!

But there was still an angry look on his face.

He also continued to say: "The old man just doesn't hide, so what..."

Before the "Night Patrol" collided with the wat board, it turned by itself, slid around behind Fan Ju, and changed into a human form.

A short figure as black as ink, with small cheeks and red shoulders, holding a vermilion pen in one hand and a scroll in the other, dressed in a black robe.

It looks kind and harmless to humans and animals.

If it wasn't Qiao Kun, the night wandering god, who else could it be? !

After he appeared, he didn't talk nonsense, and the ink pen in his hand went straight to Fan Ju's heart.

At the same time, he recited the imperial mantra.

"Ju received five thunder god generals, electrocuting pens and lighting, one to save life, and the other to bind ghosts and evil spirits, all of them fled, saying that I will live forever."

"Hurry up as a law!"

Fortunately, Fan Ju was well prepared under Hua Jiunan's continuous calculations, otherwise he would really suffer a big loss!

Seeing that the enemy had played all his cards, the pre-Qin prime minister smiled proudly.

"Good come!"

"Today, the old man will use this killing knife to kill God!"

"Little friend Nine Difficulties, although you are as deep as the sea at such a young age, it seems that you are still superior in skills!"

"Not really?!" Fan Ju had just finished speaking, when a calm voice came from "Knife of Killing".

At the same time, the blade violently broke free from Fan Ju's shackles, and after landing, he turned into that peerless and independent man——Chang Huaiyuan!

White clothes are better than snow, robes are hunting!

Before Fan Ju could react, Chang Huaiyuan's fair and slender right hand had pierced his chest.

Although what was done was killing, Patriarch Chang's tone was still gentle and his demeanor was still calm.

"Prime Minister Fan, it seems that my little gentleman won."