Here Lies The Wicked

Butcher Zhang is a cold-hearted rectal man.

Not as enthusiastic as Fang Zheng.

So Fang is destined to be with the butcher Zhang, there is no answer.

After not eating the melon, he had to leave the underworld store and turn to the fake bookstore next door. It was almost dawn and the old street would be silent again. It was time for him to pick up his clothes.

Out of the underworld store.

Fang couldn't help but look at the embroidered shoes that Mr. Fu had thrown on the street.

Doesn't Mr. Fowler worry about being picked up by ordinary passers-by?

Why is Mr. Fook so sure that the person who picked up the embroidered shoes was the one he was waiting for?

And is it a woman who waits?

With confusion in mind, he walked to the left thousand stores next door.

“Brother Left, I wonder if you've heard a little story? I hear there are pandas all over Bashu Mountain. Everyone doesn't go out on their bikes, they ride on the street. If they make friends in Bashu, they can send pandas..."

As soon as Fu entered the store, he smiled like a chrysanthemum. He said with a harmless smile on his face.

Left thousand households looked at the smile on Fang's face.

The general feeling is that today's laugh is very thief.

“What are you going to say?” Left thousand households are alert.

Fang Zheng hey rubbing hands smile: “Brother Left, this time we say goodbye, it's been half a month? ”

“Not a day goes by like three autumns, let alone half a month, which is at least two dozen three autumns apart! The old saying is good. Some friends come from afar, they don't care! It's been a long time since I've seen you again. I'm giving you a gift from Brother Left. Shouldn't Brother Left give you a gift? I'm not greedy either. The last time I walked in the shadows, you gave me one more. ”

Fang thinks he's a big, honest smile.

But he fell into the eyes of Left Thousand Households and Sichuan Spectrum Sheep and Little Dark Eyes, but he was shameless and got a despicable look.

The bend is going around for so long, it's actually very simple.

I want to borrow the woodcarving machine from Left Thousand Households, and the next time I walk the shadow, I want to fuck the severed head woman.

Even if you don't have to kill the head woman, just in case, it's okay to keep it as a defense.

Next time, next time, next time, the next time you're forced into the spirit world of the dead, will there be a bigger crisis?

There's a saying, "Be prepared."

Left thousand households heard some fog: “What did you give me? ”

“That whole family bucket! ”

“The Left Thousand Households just ate it, can't they be big people like the Left Thousand Households, turn around and forget about it? ”

The more Fang said, the more sad.

I don't know, Left Thousand households haven't spoken yet, while licking wool of the river spectrum sheep, already dismantled the stage haha laughed: “Put the sheep doll, isn't your brain filled with melon, it's all melon water, the whole family is obviously the little niece clothes with their own handicrafts earned money to buy to honor our uncles, uncles. ”

Left thousand households: "…”

Fang Zheng was not at all embarrassed after being exposed in person. He actually said calmly and comfortably: “Kawakawa Sheep, last night Brother Xiang gave me the dream and said he missed you. ”

Threats!

This is a naked threat!

The river spectrum sheep were suddenly scared off.

Left Thousand Households: “How did you suddenly bring this up? ”

Left Thousand Households are a little curious.

Why did Fang suddenly bring up the wooden sculpture he was going to carve?

Normally, Fang is a man of understanding and weight, not a man of greed.

Fang Zheng sighed briefly and began to desperately talk about himself to tragedy. Since he was caught up in ancient resentment, how he was tragic.

Drinking water plugs hair, boiling water has hair, pouring water has hair.

Drink your hair in a drink, drink your hair in soy milk, wash your face with your hair.

From the coffin of the living, to the shadow dragged into the dungeon by somehow, to the ancient resentment entwined him in reality, he said.

After listening to Left Thousand Households, he actually laughed happily: “Brother Zhiqiu, do you seem quite feminine? ”

God-damn feminine.

Am I here to talk about women today?

“Brother Left, stop messing around.” Square sighs.

“Brother Zuo, you see, I am so miserable. Otherwise, Brother Zuo will lend me another" God-killing whitewash "as a defense...”

Left Thousand Households put on a serious face this time: “This is really a lot of trouble. ”

“That's right.” Fang nodded and thought Left Thousand Households had finally agreed.

I don't know, but Left Thousand Households turned their backs: “I let Mr. Fook do this, Mr. Fook will do it soon, and there will be results. ”

“I can't believe I've only been away for more than two decades, and so much has happened in the city. ”

As soon as Fang Zheng listened to Mr. Fu, he immediately stopped.

He rarely found an oil-rich well.

It's the only way to get rich.

If you want Mr. Fook to do it, where's his business?

“Brother Zuo, the more I think about it, I think this is also a pretty good experience, or don't bother Mr. Fu. The more Mr. Fu has been busy with his clothes lately, the more critical the moment, the less we need to clog Mr. Fu. ”

Without taking advantage of this side of the left thousand households, Fangzheng shifted his position to find Yan Cabixia of the jade store, and the result was fruitless.

Finally, Fang was leaving the old street before dawn with some depression.

But as soon as he returned home, he was resurrected with blood.

Because he remembers something!

“Since you can't walk this way on your own, you seem to be on your own. Fortunately, I have clothes of Left Thousand Households. The clothes are not as skilled as Left Thousand Households. After all, I still have the skin scripture beside this artifact. ”

“As much as man's imagination is infinite, the power of human skin scripture is great. ”

The more you think about it, the more you think about the feasibility of this approach.

Just returned home clothes, noticed that Fang was looking at himself kindly, the little guy was surprised when he had a kind look.

The orbit appears to be a typo.

Do you want her to do her homework as soon as she gets home?

Then, in the eyes of Fang Zheng, he consciously took out the mathematical book, lay down in front of the coffee table in the living room, saddened his face, clasped his fingers plus or minus multiplication, and wrote today's mathematical homework.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Why did you do your math homework on your own when you got home today?

What this little guy usually hates most is his math homework, which can be delayed.

Then there was pleasure.

Clothes finally grew up and finally understood his good intentions.

The world grabs the math, it grabs the world and calls your father.

Next, Fang is beginning to think seriously.

If you want to make a weapon for the spiritual world, where do you find this material?

The first material that comes to mind is the coffin plate.

This coffin board must be a coffin board in a very shady place, and the yin qi must be heavy.

But he doesn't know where the last time Left Thousand households took the corner material from the coffin board?

But that's not a problem!

Bright in front of you.

He thought of seventy-two ghost gates closing where the tomb keeper's nest was.

“Looks like I'm gonna have to close 72 ghost gates! ”

“Now that I've walked into the middle of the night tour, it's not a problem to resist the night tour in the late stages! ”

“This time I'm not only going to rob the coffin board, I'm going to hit the tomb keeper's lair! ”

The last time I was dressed, it was Zhang's butcher, but the tomb keeper was the enemy that Fang never forgot!

Faces grow on their own!

Dignity picks itself up!