"who?"

Li Fan subconsciously turned his head to look, and suddenly he saw a leprosy-headed monk wearing yellow clothes and a large string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck striding behind him. The monk was grinning, as if he was an old friend of Li Fan.

, but that smile is indescribably weird.

If you take a closer look, you will see that the monk is there. It is clearly a skin bag. The mouth and eyes are curved like crescent moons, as if he is smiling. There is no flesh and blood inside.

And those were not Buddhist beads, but sarcomas on the neck of this human-shaped skin. They were stacked together like beads. The sarcomas also had the same smiling face as the monk's, and they were all facing towards him.

Li Fan smiled happily,

"Qingyue", "Qingyue" and "Qingyue" kept calling.

‘Li Fan’s mood has dropped a bit’

‘Li Fan’s mood has dropped a bit’

‘Li Fan’s mood has dropped a bit’

…

There were twenty-eight of those beads-like sarcomas. Every time he shouted, the system would pop up an alarm, and all of a sudden the twenty-eight "dropped a little" filled Li Fan's vision.

Then Li Fan looked at the monk walking towards him with a smile, stretched out his fat hand and dug into his chest, as if he wanted to dig out his heart.

But the fat hand did not touch Li Fan and was held by someone.

Liang Zhenren held the dog's tail grass in his mouth, frowned into an eight-character figure, and glared at the fat man sideways, "Fellow Taoist, what is the word "Yun Dou", what is the word "up" and "down", where is the direct blood of the three mountains?"

The skinny-headed monk turned his big face to Zhenren Liang and smiled, and the tumors on his neck screamed, "Qingyue——!!"

‘Li Fan’s mood has dropped a bit’

Then Li Fan found that his hands were moving, inserted into his arms, took out the stone box from the robe, and handed it to the other party's hand. But before he was about to hand the thing over to the other party's hand, Li Fan's hand suddenly

Stopped.

"That's what you're here for, you bitch."

The leprosy-headed monk was stunned, and suddenly turned to look at Li Fan, twisting his neck and saying, "Qingyue!"

"Qing Nima!" Li Fan also opened his eyes.

A ray of red light swept out from between his eyebrows, and the skin sac was cut open in the midline like a laser.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

A shrill scream resounded through the sky, causing crows and birds to fly into the sky. All the cats and dogs in the town started barking.

The skin bag and the yellow clothes fell to the ground, like a punctured balloon.

Isn’t it shameful for such a sun-drenched person to act like a monster at the gate of Louguan Tower in broad daylight?

Liang Zhenren held half of the leather bag, turned to look at Li Fan, took out a sweat towel from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"I'm fine..." Li Fan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a sting on his face. He took the sweat towel and wiped his face, only to find that the sweat towel was stained with blood red!

It turned out that within the time of these two sentences, blood had already overflowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, soaking the front of his Taoist robe!

Liang Zhenren frowned and looked at the stone box in Li Fan's hand, "What kind of thing is this that actually provokes a god to come over and curse you to death?"
Chapter completed!