Yan Ning looked at the bigger cat, shocked. He didn't expect that this lucky cat still had such strength to slap Fan Wujiu, who was so fierce just now, could slap him!

Luo Yi was even more surprised. A fat cat who was lying on his shoulder just now became as tall and mighty as a lion in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, Miao Dabao did not become bigger on his shoulder, otherwise he would not have been crushed to death.

"Hehe, I haven't moved my muscles for a long time. He is so weak, but it's rare to see. If I bully him, some of them will blow it in the future!" Miao Dabao's huge eyes showed an expression of excitement.

Hei Wuchang, who fell to the ground, had a blue-faced face. Unexpectedly, he would capsize in the gutter and was even more slapped by a cat. Although he did not cause any substantial harm to him, it was the first time he had been so embarrassed since he took charge of the misfortune for so many years.

"Okay, very good! No one of you can leave tonight!" Hei Wuchang was angry, and his body turned more than ten feet tall in a flash. Yan Ning only reached his knees!

Seeing this, Miao Dabao meowed and lay on the ground with a cowardly look, not as majestic as before.

Seeing this, Yan Ning couldn't help but curse: "The power is only three seconds long, at least go up and bite him a few times!"

"It's light, now he slapped me into meat sauce, let's run away!" After Miao Dabao said that, he raised Yan Ning and the other two without saying a word, turned around and ran away.

Fan Wujiu sneered and reached out to grab Miao Dabao. Fortunately, Miao Dabao was quick to move and rushed out with the three of them. Even Fan Wujiu could only look at its back.

"Run? Can you run away?"

Fan Wujiu's body, which was more than ten feet tall, could also turn into a strong wind. It only took a moment to block Miao Dabao. Miao Dabao finally had no time to dodge this time, so he quickly shook Yan Ning and the other two, and he was grabbed by Fan Wujiu in his palm!

"Big treasure!" Zhuang Xiaoya landed on the ground and shouted nervously.

"Oh? Or a lucky cat? Interesting." Fan Wujiu grabbed Miao Dabao in his palm. Seeing the lucky seal on his eyebrows, his eyes showed an interest, but this expression only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared. "Dare to take pictures of me? I will shoot you into meat sauce now!"

"No!" Yan Ning roared angrily and drove the thirty-six golden needles toward Fan Wujiu again. However, this time, Fan Wujiu didn't care about the thirty-six golden needles. The golden needle passed through Fan Wujiu's body without causing any harm to him.

Fan Wujiu smiled disdainfully and said, "Even if the master comes, I can't do anything to me, let alone you, a yellow-haired boy? No one of you wants to leave today, just go back to the underworld with me!"

After the words came, Fan Wujiu suddenly grabbed the frantically struggling Miao Dabao and slapped at the ground. Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya shouted with all their might, but Fan Wujiu's actions did not hesitate at all!

Just as Miao Dabao was about to be photographed into meat sauce by Fan Wujiu, a loud noise suddenly came from afar. Fan Wujiu suddenly let out a scream, his body became three points weak, and his body quickly became smaller. He could no longer catch Miao Dabao. Miao Dabao fell from mid-air and became an ordinary size. Zhuang Xiaoya hurriedly rushed out and took Miao Dabao into her arms.

"Dabao, are you okay?" Zhuang Xiaoya asked with concern.

"I'm a little weak... I might faint, so don't leave me..." Miao Dabao said weakly.

Yan Ning was speechless. Miao Dabao was afraid of being left behind by them. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, you saved us just now, we will not leave you."

After hearing this, Miao Dabao closed his eyes with confidence and fell asleep.

Miao Dabao was held in Zhuang Xiaoya's arms. Yan Ning looked at Fan Wujiu, who had become smaller, and saw him kneeling on the ground, his figure floating, looking seriously injured.

"Is it Li Muyi's side?" Yan Ning looked around and there seemed to be a trace of golden light in the distance. It seemed that it was indeed a good thing Li Muyi did. The half of Fan Wuji who was chasing Li Muyi was actually destroyed by Li Muyi?

If not, how could Fan Wujiu suddenly become so seriously injured?

Yan Ning didn't notice that Fan Wujiu, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head, his eyes with anger suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards Yan Ning!

"San Master, be careful!"

Luo Yi, who had been standing beside Yan Ning, discovered Fan Wujiu's movements and suddenly pushed Yan Ning aside. The next moment, Fan Wujiu's ghost claws penetrated his heart!

"ah--"

When Fan Wuxue saw that his killing move was lost, he roared unwillingly. In order to vent his anger, he directly hooked Luo Yi's soul out and tore it into pieces in front of Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya!

"Fan Wuxue!!"

Yan Ning's dull face suddenly became extremely distorted. The little pony who had been following him had died in front of him like this!

Fan Wujiu snorted coldly and said weakly: "Yan Ning, your luck is really great. Every time there are lifeless fools who block the gun for you!"

Yan Ning clenched his fists tightly and roared, "Do you have to kill me to death? I don't want to go against you at all. If you didn't come to the door again and again, would they die?"

Zhuang Xiaoya turned her head unbearably, and couldn't help but feel sad for Luo Yi's death.

"You are the root of the disaster, and you still want to throw all your mistakes on me?" Fan Wujiu sneered, "Wake up, they all died for you, this little pitiful person, the villagers, and - so are your master."

Yan Ning suddenly stopped moving and stared at Fan Wujiu blankly: "What did you say just now?"

Fan Wujiu said disdainfully: "What did I say?"

"You said, my master died for me?" Yan Ning widened his eyes and stared at Fan Wujiu.

Seeing Yan Ning's heart was in a state of confusion, Fan Wujiu pulled a smile on his lips: "You said, "Yang Shitian, right? Do you still recognize him as your master? It's been two months, but you still think about him!"

"Stop talking!" Yan Ning suddenly swung his fist and hit Fan Wujiu in the face, but Fan Wujiu suddenly turned into a phantom. Yan Ning's punch fell to the ground and staggered, looking extremely embarrassed.

"You are the root of disaster! It is the star of disaster! Everyone around you dies because of you!" Fan Wujiu became happier and happier the more he spoke, and louder the more he spoke!

Yan Ning covered his head, knelt on the ground in pain, and kept shouting: "Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Those who practice medicine should help the world and take the people of the world as their own responsibility.

This is what the alchemist Tian said on the first day when he was teaching Yan Ning, and Yan Ning always kept it in mind.

A disciple of the Wumen in Maoshan should not count how many bad people he killed, but remember how many innocent lives he saved.

Every flower, every grass, every leaf, every tree. However, now Fan Wujiu said that Yan Ning is the root of disaster, and all the dead people are because of him.
Chapter completed!