"Everyone says that bitch is ruthless, actors are unrighteous, but they didn't expect that evil spirits would be the same. Seeing a few strong men, I immediately threw me, a weak scholar, aside."

Song Si sighed, but didn't take it too seriously.

Just a weak evil spirit, you can kill it by just being led out of the water.

I have to say that this female ghost is not only beautiful but also has first-class acting skills.

With every frown and smile, the weak charm of the little jass is vividly expressed.

One twist and one up, the shameless interpretation of what is like a pheasant nest phoenix is ​​vividly vivid.

Not to mention a group of vulgar martial artists who walk around the world, even if they are lingering in the flowers, a person who is not careful will fall into it.

Sure enough, after seeing her, a few big and thick men immediately burst into their eyes with green light like wild wolfs.

If Song Si hadn't been sitting next to him, I'm afraid the female ghost would have been covered in a big man.

"Several heroes, have some tea!"

The woman carried a large teapot and poured water into the tea bowl one by one.

He was hesitant and shy, and he was completely different from what he looked like in Song Si's arms before.

"This ghost thing, in the past life, was at least a female lecturer who was proficient in human nature. Three sentences made men spend 880,000 yuan for her."

Song Si muttered, feeling that Xiaodao was really pulling his butt today and opened his eyes.

For scholars who are well-read in poetry and books, a debauchery and sexy woman is far more attractive than a lady from a wealthy family.

In the eyes of the martial artist walking in the mountains, the well-behaved and shy women in good family can arouse the desire to protect themselves.

This is a contrast. The more you lack, the more you desire.

Just as Song Si's Japanese and priests in his previous life liked little boys, his cold heart and longed for the warmth of the outside world.

"The little lady is so handsome, can she be married? If she has, she will kill your husband. If not, let's see how our brothers are?"

As Song Si expected, the martial artists finally couldn't help but feel it.

These people walk around the world and live a life of blood licking from a knife.

In their eyes, moral laws and rules are nothing.

Apart from tough fists, the only thing that can impress them is money and women.

Although there are also warriors like Song Si who are still sticking to their original intentions, the number is too small and almost negligible.

"Hey, boy, get out of here! It's hindering your grandfather's eyes, Daojian won't show mercy!"

The leader of the warrior shouted angrily, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Song Si dressed as a scholar, and the sword around her waist looked more like a ritual weapon than a murderous weapon.

Furthermore, there is only one person in them, and even if they fight, they won’t suffer any losses.

"Okay! You guys enjoy it slowly!"

Hearing the martial artist's words, Song Si did not drag on the slightest, grabbed the snacks on the plate and turned around and left.

"Tsk, I'm alone, I thought it was a hero from some family, but I didn't expect it to be a coward without eggs!"

The man sneered, his face full of contempt.

Not only him, but the other warriors also had the same expression, and even the old lady was no exception.

On the tree branch about a hundred meters away from the small tea stall, Song Si was eating snacks while watching the battle in the distance.

Seven or eight strong men abused a weak woman, which was really exciting.

He abandoned the fancy and useless movements, his moves were simple and direct, and he opened and closed the game, and reached the state of returning to nature.

That woman is not bad either!

He wanted to refuse his movements but was welcomed, his voice was ups and downs, and his expression was shy and sexy.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, but her eyes were full of desire.

Struggling hard, but taking the initiative to cater to it.

If you fight against the crowd, you will not be at all inferior.

"Aren't you going to take care of it?"

Seeing Xupiao beside him, he asked.

"It's hard to persuade the damn ghosts! What's more, these are all unforgivable scumbags. If you don't kill them yourself, you're considered kind."

Song Si snorted coldly.

These people have done all the bad things and have done a lot of evil.

Tube?

Don't care about his grandma's legs!

"These two evil spirits set up tea stalls near the official road, on the one hand, to attract passers-by, and on the other hand, to be closer to the river. If this happens, the river will be a very good place to destroy corpses and traces."

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Song Si's eyes.

In any case, demons and evil spirits eat people.

And this is also the reason why they must die.

There is no good or evil in the struggle for survival, and the position determines right or wrong.

Song Si is a human being, so all those who cannibalize should die.

"The head of the Yin family, the Lord of the King of the King of the Mountain, and the Marquis of Bianzhou. I will come to the door one by one and settle the accounts one by one."

Song Siyin clenched his teeth, and after a long time, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

His current strength is probably only half as big as Yin Yue'er, and he may not be able to win.

But there is hope!

From the original fear to the current eagerness to try, Song Si is extremely eager to fight against evil spirits.

He wanted to experience with his own body whether the power of qi and blood could compete with the evil black smoke.

Time flies very quickly, and it has been half an hour in the blink of an eye.

Those martial artists did not drink tea or eat snacks, but took turns to have in-depth and friendly exchanges with the female ghost.

The scene is so explosive and the movement is so intense that one person and one soul can enjoy it.

"Aren't you a monk?"

"Aren't you a hero?"

Song Sihe Jianxu looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"I'm a ghost now!"

"I'm a gangster now!"

"Continue to watch!"

"Continue to watch!"

One man and one ghost spoke in unison, and continued to stare at several warriors without blinking.

I have to say that evil spirits are evil spirits, and physical fitness cannot be compared with humans.

The female ghost was tortured by several martial artists for more than two hours. Song Si was tired of watching it, and the other party's screams were still lively and heart-stirring.

The old lady with a pleated face was not an ordinary character. After subduing a warrior, she found another one with unsatisfactory feelings.

It was midnight soon, and the fierce battle finally ended in Song Sihe's admiring eyes.

"This old lady is really defeated!"

The last warrior exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his legs were trembling with exhaustion.

After a while of rest, the warrior broke the necks of two women, one old and one young, and said, "Get up quickly and throw these two bodies into the river."

"Hehe, the highlight has finally come!"

Seeing the two martial artists slowly walking towards the river, Song Si immediately cheered up.

After waiting for so long, you can't miss it easily.

"These two evil spirits have great acting skills. They are filled with entanglement in fear, with comfort in tangledness, with longing in comfort, with shame in desire, and with powerless struggle in the face of the perpetrator, and they have lost their previous life, and they have been pressed down on dozens of streets."

Song Si couldn't help but exclaim.

The combination of movement and stillness, the combination of hardness and softness, and the expression is just right.
Chapter completed!