Cheng Fan looked up and down.

This guy's eyes were clear and firm, and he didn't look like he was trying to show off.

Hongmao's bold move made Cheng Fan look at him with admiration.

Cheng Fan nodded and chuckled:

"Okay, I'll teach you a quick trick."

"The middle finger has the most yang energy. Bite your middle finger and write the word 'retreat' on the palm with blood. It will have a miraculous effect."

Hongmao followed Cheng Fan's instructions and bit his middle finger hard.

Suddenly there was a shallow tooth mark on the middle finger, but there was not even a break.

"It hurts so much!"

"I can't bite it off..."

Cheng Fan laughed so much that his shoulders twitched.

Xu Huan and the little girl were both happy.

"No, use this."

Cheng Fan took out a nail clipper from the system space and threw it casually.

Hongmao took it and pointed it at the middle finger of his left hand, reluctant to do anything.

Cheng Fan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, just take your time to mentally build up. Master Liao should still be able to hold on for a few more minutes."

After stimulating Hongmao, Cheng Fan glanced at Xu Huan, indicating that she was ready to take action.

Hongmao saw the smile on Cheng Fan's lips and felt more and more that he was laughing at him.

"I can do it, I will definitely do it! Uncle Liao, wait for me!"

Hongmao gritted his teeth and pressed the nail clippers hard.

A flash of bright red splashed onto his face.

The red-haired man had firm eyes, endured the pain, and wrote the word "retreat" on the palm of his left hand.

"Taoist Master...is this okay?"

Cheng Fan looked relieved and nodded lightly.

"This method can only deal with some brats who are not very good. It is enough to deal with the little things in the warehouse."

"That's good...Uncle Liao, I'm here!"

Hongmao held his left hand and rushed to the warehouse shouting.

Kakakaka——!

The black figure at the warehouse door twisted his neck to look at him.

The torso and joints twisted strangely, crawling quickly on the ground and walls.

The eye sockets were empty, shining with a faint green light. The mouth suddenly grew, and a roar of unknown meaning came out.

"Uncle Liao, hold on!"

Red Hair shouted loudly, raised his left hand and approached the black shadow.

A rustling sound sounded, and several black shadows at the door quickly crawled towards him.

The black mouth suddenly grew larger, emitting a fishy smell.

Fear, fear, and panic suddenly invaded the red hair from all directions.

"Get out of my way!"

Hong Mao suddenly seemed to have thought of something and raised his left hand high.

"Back! Back! Back!"

The next moment, Hongmao's palms bloomed with a faint red light, and the black shadow howled and retreated.

Mortals' yang energy is weak and can only dispel the shadows temporarily. If it were a cultivator, the effect would be several times stronger.

Of course, ordinary Taoists would not use such stupid methods.

At this moment, Hongmao was breathing heavily and his mind went blank.

Cheng Fan's faint voice sounded in his mind:

"Well done, go quickly, Master Liao needs your help."

"Yes, Uncle Liao is waiting for me..."

Hong Mao raised his left hand again and rushed into the warehouse.

Cheng Fan nodded secretly, then turned his head and said to Xu Huan:

"Mingzhen, get ready, the appetizers are almost over."

"Yes, Master!"

…

In the warehouse.

Master Liao noticed the strange movement at the door, frowned, and the razor in his hand became sharper.

How could anyone still come to this place?

Is he the Taoist priest of Dishui Temple?

Master Liao's expression changed drastically when he saw Hong Mao breaking in.

"Child, why are you back? Get out of here quickly!"

Hongmao saw Master Liao who was almost shrouded in black shadow, and quickly shouted:

"Uncle Liao, hold on! I'll come right away to rescue you!"

Master Liao had a flash of doubt in his heart.

Isn't the Taoist priest of Dishui Temple here?

Why let this child take risks?

Without thinking too much, Master Liao was anxious, swung his sword to kill the black shadow in front of him, and walked quickly towards the direction of Hong Mao.

It's just that there is no wall to support the back, but the shadow has the opportunity to sneak attack from behind.

Before he took a few steps forward, there were several bloody wounds on his back.

Cheng Fan and Xu Huan saw this scene through their spiritual consciousness and whispered:

"Master, if you train that child like this, won't Master Liao be able to accept it?"

"Maybe, but I think he'll understand."

"..."

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. The big guys hiding behind are coming, you go and help them."

Xu Huan nodded, took out his flying sword, and sat outside the warehouse.

Cheng Fan picked up the little girl and she started to yawn.

"Nanny, are you sleepy? Master will take you back to the temple."

The little girl looked sleepy and said with force, "Master, it's okay, I haven't finished the evening class today, ah~~~ I owe you."

The little girl opened her mouth uncontrollably and yawned hugely.

Cheng Fan gently patted the little girl's back, rested her little head on Cheng Fan's shoulder, and soon fell into a dream.

Cheng Fan said softly: "Mingzhen, my little girl and I are waiting for you in the temple."

"Don't worry, Master, I'm here."

Cheng Fan nodded slightly, hugged his little girl tightly, and moved back to the view with a sway.

…

A dripping view of the backyard.

Nian Suixi held Dahu's front foot and said in a deep voice:

"Dahu, from now on you will be my good chess friend for the rest of my life!"

Dahu's head was buzzing and his eyes were filled with stars.

You are the boss, just be happy.

On the side, the Kitchen God and Lao Long shook their heads with disdain and continued to play chess.

At this moment, Cheng Fan's figure suddenly appeared in the backyard.

"Little friend, are you back?"
To be continued...