Here Lies The Wicked

Lucky brothers are very distinctive.

Don't eat hard.

Eat only soft.

I have already figured out the fragrant temper of fortune. Every time I sacrifice the fragrance of fortune, I have to say a good word and praise.

Fang never thought he was a pussy.

He always thought he was a horse without grass and fat. To run fast, the horse had to be grass-forward.

In another metaphor, the way forward requires positive encouragement, appropriate encouragement and praise to give a person a sense of identity.

And all he has to do is get Shan to agree with him. He is the friendly army. Don't let Brother Shan accidentally hurt the friendly army.

Fang is carrying the scent of fortune abroad, nothing strange.

There is no rule on the plane not to carry scents of fortune.

However, his ghost knife was too ambitious and belonged to the control of the airport, and was not brought home.

But, of course, Fang wouldn't have taken this white board and touched it hard with the ghost on the street. That's not a scale.

You know, even the big ghosts here can fall into the wall.

Therefore, Fang directly pulled out ten fragrances of luck this time, and then decisively strengthened them... In the beginning, he continuously strengthened ten fragrances of luck, so that he could kneel the river spectrum sheep five times in a row. Fang felt that at least ten of them had to be taken out in order to be guaranteed this time.

Reinforce once to consume plain symbols.

Good thing he got a lot of soul qi this time, and it didn't hurt.

Afterwards, the incense of fortune was lit.

This time, the smoke was stronger than the last time the river spectrum sheep were poured, and the nose was choking to hold its breath.

He brought out the fragrance of luck this time, but the improved 2.0 fragrance of the old god stick.

More effective.

Smoke is bigger.

I can't help it, the lucky fragrance of the evening edition, all the raw materials used are stealing to reduce the material... Of course, this sentence just dares to think in his heart, he definitely dare not say it in front of the lucky fragrance.

Brother Xiang's temper he can't provoke.

However, when the party is igniting the scent of luck, the surrounding smoke circles, the smoke gas is smoky, a smoky breath, but the illusion remains unchanged.

Fang was caught in contemplation.

“Doesn't Lucky Incense work here, too? ”

“It is true... the scent of fortune is not all-powerful...”

Fang Zheng, of course, only dare to think in his heart, it is not called shuddering, it is called heartbreaking.

As a result, just between the two sides, suddenly this area has an unnamed evil wind, bang!!

A very resilient piece of paper, the eyes look as the wind swept, about to be smoked on the square face, squarely grabbed by the hand.

Fang looked down and suddenly enjoyed himself.

It's actually a 1000 baht note.

At the current currency exchange, 1,000 baht is equivalent to about 211 yuan he picked up in the country.

But the next moment, the corner of the square mouth laughed bitterly.

He wants to get out of this ghost and hit the wall, not pick up the money.

If you have more money, you have to go out to spend your life.

However, this is also a wake-up call to the side. Lucky incense does have an effect here, and it didn't fail.

He is indeed a brother-in-law.

Brother Xiang Weiwu.

Indeed, it is a human skin scripture, comparable to the mythical carving artifact.

Since luck incense works in the ghost beating wall, then Fang Zheng's mind starts to work... isn't it his way of praying? So he's still trapped in a ghost wall?

Changing the fortune... Changing the fortune... Do you need to specify which aspects of the fortune you want to change in order for Brother Xiang to make the most of it?

“Brother Xiang, I can't get out of the phantom of ghost-walled now, and ask Brother Xiang to help me find where this ghost-walled birth door is to get me out of the ghost wall safely. ”

Fang was kissing Brother Xiang's ass three or four times. As a result, Brother Xiang remained motionless.

Instead, as the fragrance of fortune burns more, the shorter it burns, the more smoke around the area is found, and the smoke is bigger.

Even his vision was obstructed.

Can't see in front of me.

Fang Zheng didn't have a good hand to fan these fumes and drive them away. He still remembers the consequences when the old priest tried to fan them with his hand.

Fang Zheng frowned lightly, helplessly, he had to hold the ten incenses of luck in one hand, while looking at the scenery in front of him, and continue to walk forward.

“Hmm?”

Fang did not take a few steps and suddenly noticed an abnormality in the surrounding space… as if there was no mountain wind deep calm pool water, suddenly a wave of ripples was blown up.

In the post-ripple world, as if it were rare, it was a dark, remote, dark world… as if it were far away and close.

It seems like there is only one layer of light veil… but it is far away.

Fang Zheng was delighted.

There's a play!!

Fang has always wanted to try to see the dark world behind the ripples. Where exactly does it lead?

The smell of fireworks passionate, as if... he saw a incense oven... on which a line of incense seemed to be lit as well.

Because there was a little light on the incense burner, flashing in the dark.

Fang also wanted to try to see what else was in that dark world besides the incense burner and the incense, but the darkness and the distance, as if it were a sky, separated the two worlds, so that he could not see what else was in the dark.

Look at the incense furnace and the fragrance in that dark space with a slight glance.

There was a cold light flashing through.

Looks like Lucky took him and found the big ghost behind the scenes... what is that incense, and why can you fight Lucky even?

You know, it's ten years old!!

And what he has is a fortified scent of fortune 2.0!!

With this in mind, he lowered his head and looked at the fragrance of fortune in his eyes, resulting in an unexpected soft-hearted sound.

“Hmm?”

Found the scent of luck in his hand, actually burning fast.

This abnormal burning speed, after a slight fright in the head, is a frown wrinkle... the scent of fortune is clearly behind the opponent, can't you spell the scent on the incense stove?

It's obviously a battle between two incenses...

Strange color on the front, what a goddamn two incense fight!

Holy shit.

Seeing two kinds of incense, not giving in to each other, killing each other... is this a struggle to interpret the ancient myth of the boulevard of incense?

Even more painful is Fang Zhengzheng's finding that when Xiang's temper came up, he couldn't persuade him to fight... because the scent of fortune rose all the fireworks, and the smoke rolled together, and then swept and ran to the line fragrance in that dark space.

Lucky seemed to have forgotten his business, to take him out, but his dignity was provoked and he killed Red Eye with the enemy, leaving him alone.

Buddha fought for incense, people fought for breath.

What's that fragrance fighting about?

“Brother Xiang, why don't you... send me out first, then come back and continue your fragrance fight?” Fang said helplessly.

Because he saw that the burning speed of the lucky scent in his hand was accelerating again!!

Brother Xiang, this obviously can't be beaten, but it has to be hard to get up.

Socially my brother-in-law doesn't say much.