The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

Fu Xiuzhu followed Xi Huaizhen through the light mirror to the target location in a daze. Before he could ask "Why is it a Taoist companion, not a relative or friend", he heard a strange voice:

"Yo, isn't this the ninth master of our East District?"

Fu Xiuzhu regained his composure. At this moment, they were in a hospital ward. An old man who was about to die was lying on the bed. It was the goal of this trip.

There were quite a few people standing by the hospital bed, some men and some women, probably saying goodbye to the old man for the last time.

In addition to these people, there were two men in death suits standing beside the bed.

One tall and one short.

It was the short one who spoke earlier.

"I heard that Master Jiu of the Eastern District, who has always been a loner, found himself a partner. So it's true?"

The short man walked over slowly and walked around Fu Xiuzhu, with a big face full of sarcasm: "He looks good, he looks like a little boy."

The tall man grinned: "It's not good to make a vase at home if you are good-looking? What are you doing?"

Fu Xiuzhu frowned on this guy with a gun and a stick: "Who are you?"

The tall man raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "We are in charge of the southern district...Senior."

The short man raised his chin: "Little guy, when you see senior, you have to say hello?"

Xi Huaizhen's cold eyes narrowed slightly: "This is the Eastern District, what are you doing here?"

The short man rolled his eyes, landed on him, and sneered: "Who said this is the East District? This is the junction of the Southeast District. If you can come, why can't I?"

Xi Huaizhen was too lazy to talk to him, and approached the hospital bed directly.

Unexpectedly, the short man stepped in front of him, "Everything has to be said first come first, first come first, Master Jiu won't even compete with us for this bit of achievement, right?"

Xi Huaizhen looked at him like a fool with indifferent eyes, "I've got the task."

The tall man walked up to the short man, and said in a two-to-one manner: "This task can be transferred after receiving it. Master Jiu is used to being alone and never worries about performance, but the two of us The monthly performance is much worse, how about Jiuye just treat it as a good deed and transfer this task to us?"

On the surface, he was begging for help, but his expression didn't look like begging for help.

Although he didn't know what was going on between them, Fu Xiuzhu was worried that his master would suffer, so he quickly stood beside Xi Huaizhen and said angrily, "You guys are too shameless, whoever gets this task is the one who gets it, why should I transfer it to Xi Huaizhen?" you?"

Obviously he wanted to help the man next to him, but his appearance looked like he was eighteen or nine years old, and with his soft voice, he looked like a little milk cat who was irritated and furious, not only did he have no deterrent On the contrary, it is a little more delicate and cute.

Seeing this, the tall man couldn't help laughing with a puff, and he laughed louder and louder, and finally he just lay on the short man's shoulder and laughed until tears flowed out.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect... I didn't expect that the famous Jiuye would choose such a little milk cat as a partner. So Jiuye likes little milk cats? No wonder Jiuye has been single for hundreds of years. There really is no such species.”

Fu Xiuzhu stared slightly, little milk cat?Do you mean him?Are you talking about him?Are these two lame?He is obviously a bamboo, how could he be a little milk cat?

How could he be that chubby little thing?And, what do these two people mean?From the very beginning, he has been humiliating the master with words. The master is such a good person, and he can't even love him enough. Why should they humiliate him? !

"You..." Fu Xiuzhu looked at the expressionless man beside him, his little face turned red with anger, "Mr. Xi, can I hit them?"

Xi Huaizhen glanced at him lightly: "Don't beat him to death." After a pause, "It's hard to explain."

The implication is that you can fight.

Fu Xiuzhu's eyes lit up: "Yes."

As he said that, he flipped his palm, and a red whip appeared out of nowhere in his palm. With a sneer, he grabbed the red whip and quickly lashed across at the two people opposite him.

Seeing this, the tall and short people immediately sneered, and both of them moved, one left and one right separated.

To deal with this new "junior", the short man didn't even bother to pull out a weapon. His two short legs moved quickly, and he wanted to snatch Fu Xiuzhu's red whip away as soon as he turned around.

Fu Xiuzhu snorted softly, and without dodging or dodging, he raised his whip and dropped it, and with a sound of "Pa——!", he slapped him heavily on the back of his hand.

This was completely unexpected for the short man, he was caught off guard, and the heart-wrenching pain made him unable to help but let out an "aww", his body staggered slightly, before he could stand still, Fu Xiuzhu's figure flashed , with a cold face, he lashed out at him, and after a while, he saw several funny welts on the short man's face.

"Ow, ooh—!"

The short man ran around screaming with his head in his arms, startled and angry in his heart, being whipped like this by a newcomer, if word got out, how could he hold his head up in the whole Southern District in the future?

However, when he was angry, he couldn't dodge the opponent's attack at all. This realization made him almost vomit blood for three liters. When he dodged, he caught a glimpse of a tall man who seemed to be in a daze. What? What are you still doing?"

The tall man suddenly woke up, seeing that he was so embarrassed, his eyelids twitched suddenly, he hesitated for a while, and just as he was about to draw out his weapon, Fu Xiuzhu glared at him suddenly, flicked his fingers, and an emerald green light flew towards him like lightning. he.

In the next second, the tall man found that there was a rope-like faint green light on his body, and this green light bound him tightly, making him unable to move.

His face changed suddenly, and he looked at Fu Xiuzhu again, with a bit of surprise and panic.

There are two types of death.

One is acquired, the other is born.

For the former, the imprint of the god of death on the back of their hands is a gift from the day after tomorrow, which can not only be stripped off, but also cannot be cultivated by themselves.

The god of death hired the day after tomorrow has only two abilities, one is to collect the soul, and the other is to teleport. Once the identity of the god of death is removed, the mark of the god of death will also be withdrawn.

The latter refers to the god of death who is born with the mark of the god of death.

Not only can the natural god of death use the imprint of the god of death to continuously absorb the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate themselves, but the imprint of the god of death will accompany them for life and cannot be peeled off.

And tall and short people are born gods of death, and it is precisely because they are born gods of death that they have the confidence to challenge Xi Huaizhen, who is also born gods of death.

It's just that they kicked the iron board before Xi Huaizhen made a move.

The "little milk cat" in front of him turned into a whip out of thin air, and firmly imprisoned people with his fingers. He was undoubtedly a born god of death, and he was also very powerful.

This realization made the faces of the tall and short people turn green.

They dared to provoke Xi Huaizhen, not because Xi Huaizhen was easy to bully, but because he never paid attention to the provocateurs. Over time, the tall and short people felt that this so-called "Ninth Lord of the East District" was nothing more than mediocrity, and every time they met on a mission, they would irritate him. Just a few words.

"Let you humiliate the master! Let you call me a little milk cat!"

Fu Xiuzhu flicked his long whip, and rolled the tall man towards the short man. After the two of them fell into a ball, he lifted the whip from his hand and dropped it, "crackling" was a severe blow.

"Let you be defiant! Let you bully people!"