Counterattack Into a Male God - Chapter 564

In fact, as far as the world of “Liao Zhai” is concerned, it is quite kind, at least most of the fairies in it love scholars. Not only loves red sleeves and adds fragrance, but also likes to be a good wife and mother. As far as the story of “Nie Xiaoqian” is concerned, aside from the innocent original partner, Nie Xiaoqian, who is finally a female ghost, has the protection of Ning Caichen and seals his wife’s shadow. He is no different from a living person. .

Take the original owner as an example. If Ji Yanzhi did not come, with the advantage of’the body can contact ghosts’, coupled with the identity of a scholar, the original owner will definitely become the most popular among the many scholars who are admired by Meihu Yanzhi. Pretty cub.

It’s a pity that Ji Yan has arrived. Although it is still the most beautiful cub among the scholars, this is the most beautiful, but it is completely incomparable with the original most beautiful. The current Meihu Yangui is respectful and afraid of Ji Yanzhi, unless he is blind, otherwise he will not move forward just to become a fur blanket and disappear into ashes.

Is it comparable with the original owner?

The golden finger of’the body can touch ghosts’ is equivalent to a tasteless boss like Ji Yanzhi, and the original owner…tsk, with such a golden finger, it is estimated that there is no way to distinguish the difference between a person and a ghost. Not to mention other things, at least it will be like Zhu Wang and Meng Longtan, even if the object of sleep is a person, a fox or a ghost, it is not clear.

Even now, even if I understand that Yihong and Cui Liu are not humans, they are vixes who can transform into a human form by practicing Taoism. After reading this for so long, Yihong and Cui Liu have always followed the rules and are better than everyone else. To be virtuous, and to be pregnant separately.

Now it can only be said that the timing of the exposure was just right, otherwise… if Meng Longtan and Zhu Wang are really scumbags, they found Taoist priests to collect Yihong and Cui Liu.

Pulling away, in short, out of Meijiazhuang. Meng Longtan didn’t say anything on a whim, and walked along the official road, and soon he left the realm of Jingshi. And the further south, the more desolate.

It seems wrong to say that, let’s put it this way, the desolation is not material, but spiritual. The highlight is Ji Yanzhi, not Meng Longtan and Zhu Wang. It can be said that there was no wave of trouble on the way to go to the local office, except for the encounter in Meijiazhuang.

Meng Longtan and Zhu Wang were so careless at first, unlike Ji Yanzhi, who likes to think deeply about the problem, they have forgotten the truth that there are good fairies and bad fairies in this world. Approaching the destination, he didn’t start the story of “Liao Zhai’s Painting Wall” as Ji Yanzhi imagined. Instead, he encountered a painter with human skin and a cannibalistic spirit.

Ji Yanzhi: “…”

Huangfu Mei: “Why not Xiaowei?”

Ji Yanzhi looked at Huangfu Mei silently: “If it was Xiaowei in the movie “Painted Skin”, could you ever do it?”

Huangfumei shook her head frantically, “No, no, no, no, no, how could a poor and helpless child like me have done Xiaowei, so it’s better to paint a ghost.”

Ji Yanzhi: “Heh, even if it’s just a painter, it’s not like you who eat and wait until you die and only know that you can sing love songs for your little brother by picking up your little brother’s window.”

Huangfumei was so run by Ji Yanzhi, she wanted to cry again. But this time, she hadn’t even cried out ‘whisper’, when she heard that she finally did what she said. “Let’s go, go shopping?”

“What do you do?”

Huangfu tilted his head, trying to kill Ji Yanzhi with a tilted head, but it was a pity that he was too sand-sculpted, and instead he cramped like facial features.

“…Don’t learn to be cute, you don’t care what you do, even if you pick your eye shit, it’s cute, and you are stupid no matter what you do.” Ji Yanzhi sincerely provided suggestions to Huangfumei, directly in exchange for Huangfumei’s angry look See.

Huangfumei: I regret too much that in order to please the boss, I dedicate the scheming panda to the boss. As a result, my position in the boss’s heart is not even a fingernail.

Huangfu Mei was too sad, and even going out with Ji Yanzhi to experience the local customs, couldn’t make Huangfu Mei happy a little bit.

“People have to learn to recognize fate.” Ji Yanzhi said, filling Huangfu Mei with poisonous chicken soup. “Just like you, what do you compare with billowing. Who is more hairy, whose dark circles are heavier, or who is the real solid ball?”

Huangfu Mei: “…You are so venomous and shameless.”

“With your poisonous tongue, are you shameless?” Ji Yan didn’t mean to make girls, and the dog beeped as soon as he got angry: “At least I will give your cousin a name, how about you? Ming Caizhao, this is not about creating a shadow for Billow.”

Although a black and white dumpling has become a fine, even if it has been raised for several decades, it is a small ball, not much bigger than an adult cat, but it is estimated that Kuan Kuan, no, it should be said that all Kuan Kuan has a regret, that is, it cannot be photographed in color. Photo.

You talk about Huangfumei, this fox dog. It’s cramped and not cramped. What’s the name is not easy to pick, but I want to call it Gungun Caizhao. Isn’t this a knife in Gungun’s heart?

As a good owner, how could Ji Yanzhi, who shouldn’t be too hilarious, give up Huangfumei to hurt his young and fragile mind like this.

The evil forces must be resolutely stopped.

“Bah, what’s wrong with the name Caizhao? It’s easy for Gungun to remember his own flaws.” After a self-closing period, Huangfumei finally found her own voice, but right, I was just saying “you are happy.” ‘It’s gloomy again.

“Let’s go, it’s almost noon, let’s go to the restaurant to eat, just order a takeaway for Gungun to take home.”

With that, Ji Yanzhi walked towards the restaurant not far in front. Huangfumei followed, and when the two were about to walk into the restaurant, they were stopped by a guy who was playing a fortune-teller.

“Brother, it looks like a bad omen if you look dark.”

Ji Yanzhi: “…”

Unexpectedly, in the rest of his life, he would be stopped by the gods on the street for one day.

It’s really a rare thing.

Ji Yanzhi was shocked. He subconsciously twitched his mouth, pursing his mouth, looking at the expert-looking guy in front of him, and said nothing.

Ji Yanzhi’s performance is like an ordinary person, expressing his disbelief with silence. In fact, Ji Yanzhi really didn’t believe it. From this look, he knew that he was a street liar. What kind of coaxing things could be said. It was nothing more than the words that you have a black cloud cover and seem to have a **** disaster.

Sure enough, seeing that Ji Yanzhi didn’t believe it, the magic stick in front of him immediately gave a deep smile, stroked the three-inch goatee, and said unpredictably. “My son, I will cover you with a dark cloud. It seems that there is a life-threatening blood and light disaster!”

Huangfu Mei covered her mouth in surprise, and said artificially: “My son, what should I do?”

Ji Yanzhi glared at Huangfu secretly, but said. “What’s on the top of the black cloud, as long as it’s not the top of the green cloud, life will be easy.”

Huangfu Mei: “Bah, as long as you can live a good life, even if you have a little green on your head. Brother, you said the opposite!”

God stick. “…This young man, this young lady, the monks don’t slander, the young man is indeed covered with a dark cloud, and there is a risk of blood and light in the near future.”

——I/he will have the disaster of blood and light? When you meet me/him, I’m afraid that others will suffer a **** disaster.

Huangfu Mei covered her mouth and snickered, Ji Yanzhi narrowed her eyes, and instantly her expression became strange and difficult to distinguish. “Dao Master didn’t tell lies?”

Wearing a yin and yang gossip Tai Chi suit can be called a Taoist leader, but it does not mean that the **** stick itself is powerful. This very perfunctory compliment made the **** stick dissatisfied, but the **** stick still put on an inscrutable posture, very high-minded.

“The son is a divination, seek good luck and avoid evil.”

Ji Yanzhi gave Huangfu Mei a wink. Huangfu quickly took out a piece of silver from his purse and handed it to the **** stick. “This Taoist chief is very scary, and he also asked the Taoist chief to count a trigram for my son, just as the Taoist chief said to seek good luck and avoid evil.”

This is very meaningful, but the sacred stick did not realize it. Even Ji Yanzhi’s original intention of letting Huangfu charm him to fill him with silver was not known to the sacred stick, but just pretended to pinch his fingers and pinched a few times and said. “Has the son encountered something weird the day before yesterday?”

When Ji Yanzhi nodded slightly, the magic stick said again: “If the Dao is correct, the son will be in danger because it has provoked an existence that shouldn’t be provoked, and it has something to do with the strange things the son has encountered.”

Ji Yan did encounter a weird thing the day before, but he hadn’t taken any action yet, and the evil thing that made the weird thing ran away. Ji Yanzhi didn’t chase it either. It was expected that the evil thing would bump into it again. In a word, he never expected that the evil thing hadn’t come to the door now. Instead, the evil thing hadn’t come to the street, but the strange thing was encountered on the street.

What the **** is this magic stick?

Ji Yanzhi squinted his eyes, then raised his eyebrows to show his disbelief. “Oh, what did you say?”

“It doesn’t matter, this Dao spends more time and energy, peeks into God’s will, and counts for the son.” The **** stick pinched the calculation again, and slowly, an expression of astonishment began to appear on his face. “You must die in three days.”

Ji Yanzhi: Oh, you are so courageous, you dare to curse the bully like this.

Ji Yanzhi was speechless, staring at the magic stick very strangely for a long time. “If I didn’t die in three days!”

The sacred stick looked upright and said firmly: “I never make a mistake in my fortune-telling. Even if the son is lucky enough to escape the death knot three days later, there will be blood and light.”

The term blood-light disaster is actually very vague. It can be blood-light disaster if you go out and fall down, rub the skin and shed a little blood; cutting vegetables with a small cut by a knife can also be called blood-light disaster. There are big and small, depending on what you say with one mouth.

Can Ji Yanzhi believe it? When he was a sacred stick, he never buzzed, but went straight to do it, subduing the demons to control others to death.

Ji Yanzhi squinted and smiled: “Is there a solution?”

When the **** stick heard this, he felt that Ji Yanzhi had finally taken the bait, and said calmly. “I have a small spell, give me a hundred taels of silver, and you can eliminate disasters for you.”