This is a voice that haunts Zhao Lijun and Su He's soul, and is very entangled and bloody.
The owner of the voice had a good acquaintance with them at first, and they belonged to nodding acquaintances, but then they became enemies for no reason, and the injustice almost killed all of their disciples. Just when Zhao Lijun wanted to deal with him in every possible way, he did not expect to get Hearing the news of this person's death, Kong prepared all his strength but hit a ball of cotton.
But just when they thought this person was dead, the crazy figure on the top of Shihuang's Mausoleum brought back their long-suppressed memories, but after verification, they found that they seemed to be thinking too much.
Originally, when everything was finally let go, this person would also be buried deep in the memory. They never thought that a chance that should belong to them would be snatched away by a dead person. up.
This is like a Korean dog blood love nonsensical ethics drama, too ups and downs, and the plot is too ecstatic.
"I'm urinating now, it's almost like urinating a bottle of Mirinda. The fire and blood are all mixed together, and the color is quite pure." Zhang Shoucheng sighed up to the sky, and asked the sky speechlessly.
"Is it him? Is he dead or not?" Su Ho asked in astonishment.
Army Commander Zhao Li sighed, and instantly went into a state of madness. He had lived smoothly for thirty years, but he didn't expect that in the past half a year, he had broken a halberd on a person, and every time he was broken, he was quite heartwarming. Being played like a monkey.
"Who? Do you know that person?" Yang Fei'er said bitterly: "After a lot of work for nothing, in the end we made a wedding dress for someone else, and the bamboo basket fetched water in vain, but we lost our wife and lost our army." "
"Xiang Que sounds a bit like the sound"
Zhang Shoucheng gritted his teeth and asked: "Didn't you say that that person is dead? Your father's basket is dead. You even took out his soul for identification, but he didn't find that he was ugly. Look at us acting like a real person." It's a silly comedy. I thought I was the protagonist, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was all supporting roles. The director, screenwriter and actor were all taken up by him. Zhou Xingchi is not so talented, isn't it annoying? Is it troublesome? Huh¡¤ Where's Li Qiuzi?"
Only at this time did the four realize that Li Qiuzi had disappeared since the start of the scramble, and he hadn't followed at all when chasing him all the way, and the man disappeared without a trace.
The faces of the four of them changed instantly. What a big deal is luck in the way of heaven. If you lose your shoes in this kind of thing, you have to chase after them. Even if there is no hope, you have to fight for the possibility of that point. Li Qiuzi disappeared.
Yang Fei'er opened her mouth, and said nah, "I, I remember, it seems It seems that when he was fighting for luck, that person didn't seem to attack him. He was the only one among the five of us. Seems to have been left out¡±
"What do you mean, the five of us worked for nothing, and finally a pig took advantage of the fisherman's profit?" Zhang Shoucheng asked with a drooping face.
Zhao Lijun said with a faint smile: "On the way to learn the scriptures in the west, everyone thought that Monkey King was the main force. I didn't expect that the second senior brother would become a Buddha first."
The four of them suddenly felt aggrieved with black lines on their foreheads. This time, visiting the imperial mausoleum was really a big loss. Yang Fei'er abolished the treasure of the town house, Maoshan, Tianshijiao and Longhushan each abolished a handed down method If all five of them returned empty-handed, everyone would be more balanced, but in the end they thought they were teammates like pigs, but they had to draw their salary from the bottom of the pot.
Not to mention that the old and new rivals became the winners, why did Li Qiuzi come out on top?
Isn't this killing people to death?
"It's not a gentleman if you don't take revenge for this revenge." Zhao Lijun said quietly: "What's more, I don't seem to be a gentleman either."
Zhang Shoucheng said with a sullen face: "I don't think we can just let it go, what should we do?"
"What should I do? I'm not a gentleman, so I don't have a big stomach. I must repay him. He must have not left Lishan now. If we go out and send people to chase him, there is always a chance. Even if we can't regain the heaven and luck In vain made him cheap, chasing"
On the top of Lishan Mountain, deep in the woods, the white-haired figure stopped leisurely after running wildly for a long time, and walked slowly in the forest.
The eyes that were originally empty suddenly became brighter, and his gestures were quite elegant.
His right hand has been clenched tightly, and a soft halo surrounds his right hand. When he spreads his palm, it seems that there is a thick vitality filling the surroundings.
"Hiss" The figure frowned and took a breath, looked at the heavenly luck in his hand and pondered for a while before saying, "How much difference is it? Forget it, forget it, it was originally stolen. I have committed greed, look carefully, even if I get it for nothing, it is also cheap, boy, just accept it when you see it."
After the figure finished speaking, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell to the ground slowly, and then a group of aged Taoist priests wearing sloppy Taoist robes gradually rose from between his eyebrows, watching quietly as he fell to the ground Young man with white hair.
The figure of the old Taoist is blurred, even his face looks a little illusory, suspended three feet above the ground.
"I can also possess you for a moment or three quarters. If the time is longer, I'm afraid it won't be good for you. I will suppress the luck of the heavens for you first. Letting you enjoy it now is too much to chew. It's only half a year." I just want to upgrade two levels in a row, your stride is a bit too big, so of course I still have to hone you a lot." The sloppy old man stretched out a finger to pull the heavenly destiny in the palm of the person on the ground. At the center of his brows, luck suddenly penetrated into his body, but then the old Taoist palm suddenly pressed on the top of his head, imprisoning the heavenly luck that had been absorbed.
Imprisoning the luck of heaven, the old Taoist looked at him with white hair and said speechlessly: "You are actually crazy, and you have white hair on your head, oops But it looks quite stylish , the route is relatively easy to follow.¡±
The muttering figure of the old Taoist gradually dissipated, but when his figure disappeared, the white hair of the man on the ground turned from white to black in an instant, and returned to the original state: "The people in the ancient well temple, except for me, everyone else It is absolutely not allowed to be more handsome than me and have a sense of hierarchy, you should go back to my original virtue."
One day later, Xiang Que, who was lying on the ground, woke up leisurely. He sat up blankly, looked around, and rubbed his buzzing head.
"Why did you lose your memory?" Xiang Que scratched his nose, looked down at his miserable appearance, and tried hard to recall what he had been up to these days.
But in the end, Xiang Que's memory only stayed in the ten days after entering Lishan Mountain, and he couldn't remember what he experienced during the period after that.
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