Not a Taoist priest, but Jianchun

The hanged ghost's arm was shaped like a centipede, and it struck Zhang Xu's back with a claw.Zhang Xun still didn't notice it, and didn't react to dodge at all.

When Chang Hui saw it, there was no room to move away, so he turned around and stepped back, blocking Zhang Xu's head with his right shoulder.

Chang Hui's sudden retreat made Zhang Xu, who had been following him, confused and turned his head to see what he was going to do.

Right in front of his eyes, Chang Hui was swept out of thin air, flew three or four meters from his head, and knocked down on the wall.

When he couldn't see anything, Zhang Xu could also see that Chang Hui blocked a blow for him.

"How are you, Master Jin?" Zhang Fa flew over and helped Chang Hui who was lying on the ground moaning.

"Ahem..., it's okay, it's just that my whole body hurts, and I can't move my right shoulder, cough." To be precise, Chang Hui can't even move now. He feels his internal organs are burning, and there is a coldness on his right shoulder. of paralysis.

The barrage in Zhang Xun's live broadcast room has always been fan-like.

【Ah, I was protected by the Lord Gold Master. 】

[It's the little host who has been protected, don't put gold on your face. 】

【ah!Lord Jin is so handsome. 】

【Too masculine. 】

[I really want to find him as my boyfriend, my boyfriend is so powerful. 】

[I also want to have a boyfriend who is rich, handsome and powerful, and who can come out to take the knife at critical moments. 】

[This is a little wolf dog with Erha attributes. 】

"You can't see that thing, don't worry about me, you want to run outside." Panting, Chang Hui calmed down the pain in his body, and pushed Zhang Xu towards the gate.

The barrage on Chang Hui's side is the ghost coming out of the cage.

[Oh my god, this thing actually moved. 】

[Why does this look like an arthropod. 】

【Your mother's arms can be so long. 】

[This thing is hanging there. 】

[Hide, hide, come, come. 】

【ah!it hurts. 】

[I can't even breathe. 】

[Also asked the little host to leave, so the rich second generation is so self-sacrificing? 】

[Oh my god!here we go again. 】

Chang Hui, who was in pain all over, did not push Zhang Xun out. When he raised his head again to let him go out first, he saw the hanged ghost behind Zhang Xun's head, swinging his arms, ready for the next attack.

"Let's go again." Chang Hui tried hard to push Zhang Xu out, at least one person would count as one.

Zhang Xun was also staggered by the push, he couldn't see anything, he was in a hurry all the time, he had nowhere to use all his strength, Chang Hui was seriously injured because of him, which made him even more at a loss, and he was pushed out like this again, All the bewilderment in his heart turned into anger.

He is not a weak person, so how can he use other people's lives to protect him? With the kind of tension in his heart, he turned his anger into strength regardless, jumped up and threw himself on Chang Hui's body, covering Chang Hui with all his strength. under your own body.

"If you want to die together, I won't be a deserter." He blushed and shouted.

This operation stunned Chang Hui for a moment, and he didn't have the strength to lift him off his body.

It was too late, Chang Hui saw from under Zhang Xu's arm that the claws of the hanged ghost directly hit Zhang Xu's back.

The barrage of Zhang Xun's live broadcast.

[The gold master is also protected, ahhh, what kind of fairy love is this. 】

[So close, so close, are they hugging each other? 】

【Did Zhang Xun kiss Chang Hui's hair? 】

The barrage of Chang Hui's live broadcast.

[The little host is a brother. 】

[I always thought that the little host would be a drag, but I didn't expect him to be so loyal. 】

[This brother was not saved in vain. 】

【It's not in vain to save, it's not in vain, the two of them will die together. 】

【Ahhhhhhhh, the claws are here. 】

【Who will save...them...them..., eh? 】

Chang Hui's eyes widened slightly, and the claw barely stopped at a distance of only 5 centimeters from Zhang Hui, as if there was an air wall blocking its attack.

Zhang Xun, who closed his eyes tightly, waited for the pain to come, 1 second, 2 seconds and 3 seconds, which seemed a bit wrong. Judging by the force with which Chang Hui was knocked into the air just now, it would not be as silent and insensitive as it is now.

Zhang Fa let go of Chang Hui who was holding him down, and turned his head to look behind him. Well, he still couldn't see anything, so he asked Chang Hui in a low voice, "Why are you all right?"

At the same time, Chang Hui saw that the ghost claw was scratching frantically 5 cm in front of Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xun looked around innocently, without being affected at all.

He felt that the paw he had suffered just now was in vain, and the pain all over his body now was self-inflicted.

The barrage of Chang Hui's live broadcast.

[Fuck, this little anchor is on and off. 】

[If you can't see it, it doesn't exist. It really is a world of idealism. 】

[I just want to order 666. 】

【Lord Gold Master must be in a daze right now, feeling pain in vain. 】

[It can't be regarded as white pain, it's a manifestation of character. 】

The hanged ghost attacked more than a dozen times at this moment. Although the expression was still distorted and hateful, Chang Hui could match it with other expressions in his heart, such as surprise > doubt > temptation > disbelief > madness > give up.

The attack speed slowed down, and finally stopped. Chang Hui heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered to Zhang Xu, "It seems that it can't attack you, so it stopped."

The barrage of Zhang Fa's live broadcast.

[What I said is as true as it is, I believe it. 】

[I believe it too, this is the power of love. 】

[Double open to watch the live broadcast on both sides, it is obviously the same picture, why not the same style of painting. 】

Of course, the audience was not the only one watching the live broadcast, the director team outside went crazy.

"The director's phone call from the police force stopped the live broadcast."

Director Ma Gan grabbed his hair, and in less than half an hour, a lot of hair was pulled out, "Our live broadcast has been turned off, and the rights to broadcast those scenes are not with us."

"What should I do?"

"What can I do? Have them contact Mr. Chang?"

"If you don't turn it off, will you invite us to drink tea?"

"It doesn't matter whether you drink tea or not. The problem now is that you can't contact the people inside." The situation was so dangerous just now, he thought he was going to die, so he grabbed his hair and the director walked around in circles.

There were also multiple computers running in the nanny car, and the bodyguard Sun Yong couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Yun, does this little host have a magic weapon like your sword?"

"No, it's just that his energy field is inherently immune to these things." He paused, feeling that he didn't quite understand what he said, and added an explanation: "Just like some people are inherently immune to some viruses, his energy field is inherently immune Other energy fields interfere, so he can't see those things, and those things can't attack him."

"And You Yu can't see those now because my energy field on the sword covers him."

The audience watched enthusiastically, eagerly outside the stadium, and everyone in the broken building performed.

Chang Hui in the hall was blocked by Zhang Xun, so he was temporarily safe, and the hanged ghost hanging there returned to the state when he first saw it.

The hall became very silent, apart from the breathing of Chang Hui and Zhang Xu, there was also the sound of chattering teeth.

It was very loud in the quiet hall, Chang Hui and Zhang Xu looked over and saw, it was a photographer hiding by the side of the stairs.

He also heard the sound of his own teeth clashing, feeling bad, trying to control himself, but it was too late.

The protruding eyeballs of the hanged ghost turned to the photography uncle with a murmur.

Chang Hui suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Don't meet its eyes."

It's a pity that it was still too late, the photographer's eyes were locked, and the claws stretched out to grab his face.

Chang Hui and Zhang Xu were on the other side, they couldn't quench their thirst, and they were powerless.

The uncle photographer was so frightened that his legs became weak and he couldn't get up at all.

Seeing that he was about to be seriously injured, a long sword swept in front of the photographer uncle, and directly blocked the claw.