As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 142 The bugs are well raised, it's all mine
Chapter 142 The bugs are well raised, it's all mine
He shook off the fly whisk in his hand and muttered a spell.
A dark wind suddenly rose in the small ruined temple, and the little ghosts who had fallen to the ground seemed to be pulled and stood up.
The broken-bone devil picked up the fallen limbs and head, reassembled itself into a human form, grinned, and let out a scornful laugh.
Shen Qingqing swept it over with a ruler and swept its head off, "Laughing, laughing!"
"Zhizhi, Zhizhi..."
The little skeleton ghost panicked, waving his arms and looking for his head all over the ground.
The other little ghosts jumped into the air and rushed towards Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan while grinding their white teeth.
The two looked calm and calmly waved their weapons to receive the attack.
The kid under the blessing of the formation is obviously much more powerful than before, and he can't feel pain and fatigue. He gets up again after being knocked down, again and again, in an infinite cycle.
No matter how strong they are, they will always get tired sometimes.
Looking at the panting young men and women in the temple, the old Taoist laughed wildly, "Well, the poor Taoist's ghost control skills are good, right?"
"Young young people like you who don't know the heights of the world have seen a lot of poverty. You can grow up by learning some skills at a young age. Oh, you must also have the capital to expand."
"Today Pindao will let you understand a truth: there is heaven, and there are people outside the world. Don't take jobs you shouldn't take, and don't offend people you shouldn't offend, otherwise you will die!"
"I'm afraid it's a little early to say that."
Shen Qingqing sneered, chopped off the skull of the little devil again, and told Meng Yuan, "Drive the little devil to me, and I will send them to the west!"
She raised her hand to pinch it, and the soul-suppressing ruler burst out with a brilliant golden light.
"Okay."
Meng Yuan swung the wooden stick and threw the flying imp in front of Shen Qingqing.
With a "chi" sound, the kid was stabbed across the body and disappeared instantly in the golden light.
Seeing this, Meng Yuan no longer hesitated, and threw the little devils one after another to Shen Qingqing like a ball.
The sound of hisses and hisses kept ringing in the ruined temple. Within a moment, all the little ghosts were out of their wits, and only the choking dust was left in the house.
Meng Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the wooden stick and walked towards the old Taoist, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
Shen Qingqing grabbed his sleeve and said, "Let me do it."
She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, stepped out of the threshold boldly, and said through gritted teeth, "Old guy, you have so many tricks to play with."
Realizing that something was wrong, the old man turned around and ran away, throwing poisonous insects behind him as he ran.
The poisonous insects automatically dispersed when they smelled the medicinal smell on Shen Qingqing's body, and burrowed into the weeds like headless flies.
Shen Qingqing jumped up behind Lao Dao, flipped him to the ground with a sweeping kick, and at the same time quickly and accurately stepped on his restless paws.
The old Taoist made a pig noise, glared at her angrily and said: "Little young man, if you have sense, let me go, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you won't let me go even if you are a ghost?"
Shen Qingqing sneered and slapped the left side of his face swollen.
The old Taoist got angry and roared: "Do you know who I am? I am a descendant of the Chen family in Xiangcheng!"
The ruler suddenly fell on the right side of his face, and the right side of his face was also swollen.
"Oh, Chen family, you continue."
"If you dare to attack me today, you will be going against the entire Chen family!"
The ruler flicked onto his forehead, and his forehead instantly bulged.
The old Taoist shivered in pain, "My Chen family is full of talented people, and all of them are leaders in the field of metaphysics. Just one of them is enough to make you unable to eat and walk away!"
"They are all leaders, but you are the only loser, right?"
The old man said: "You are the loser, and your whole family is a loser!"
Shen Qingqing gave him another measure and turned around, "Meng Yuan, he called you a loser."
Meng Yuan tightened the wooden stick in his hand that was as thick as a child's arm and stepped forward, "Here we come."
The officials waiting outside the venue were huddled together waiting for Shen Qingqing's good news, when they suddenly heard a scream coming from the ruins of the temple.
Good guy, he screamed worse than a pig waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.
The little thin man suddenly became energetic and said, "It's done, it's definitely done! Come on, come on, let's go and join in the fun!"
A group of officials swarmed up and rushed towards the ruined temple in great excitement.
Sure enough, in the darkness, there were two people, one tall and one short, beating another group of black shadows. You used a ruler and I used a stick. The beating was quite enjoyable.
The little skinny man's hands itched when he saw it, "This piece of shit has caused us to be exposed in the sun for so many days. How can we not vent our anger? Brothers, let's go and kick it!"
Hongying, who was floating in the air, listened to the pitiful howl of the old man, and silently rubbed her delicate face. Fortunately, she became rebellious quickly, otherwise she would have been disfigured today.
By the end of the beating, the old man's arms and legs were all broken, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and only one of his eyes could move.
Shen Qingqing wiped off the dirt on the ruler, stuffed it back into the bag, bent down and tore up the old Taoist's clothes.
The old Taoist was frightened half to death by her sudden move, and moved aside like a maggot.
Shen Qingqing pulled him back, tore open his outer robe and took out all the porcelain bottles hidden inside.
I opened one at random and looked at it with a flashlight, and sure enough there was a big, fat, white insect lying inside.
She raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "I raised the bugs well, and they all belong to me."
The old man was so angry that his head was going to explode. Damn it, this woman is a bandit!
"When you've beaten him enough, gag him and tie him back. Tell Mr. Lin that this guy is not a good guy. If you can kill him, kill him. If you can't kill him, remember to tell me and I can give him a ride."
Killing this black-hearted bastard who regards human life as nothing can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.
The little thin man hurriedly spoke: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin hates evil the most and will never spare such a murderer."
Two officers took out a rope and tied the old man up, then pulled out a smelly sock and blocked his mouth.
Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan said goodbye to the officials and returned to Yanghua Village along the way they came.
Before leaving, Shen Qingqing caught a glimpse of the red tassel still floating in the forest. Shen Qingqing paused and said, "Be stabbed to death with my ruler, or be eaten by a lazy ball. Which of the two ways of death do you choose?"
Before Hongying could squeak, the lazy ball sleeping in the gourd exploded first: "I won't eat that stupid thing, I would rather starve to death than eat it!"
Hongying smiled humbly, "Fairy, look at it, it's not even willing to eat me, so why don't you just let me go."
"Oh, let you go, and then you go out and harass others?"
Hongying walked towards Shen Qingqing with small steps and said flatteringly: "How about you be my master, I promise to be obedient."
Shen Qingqing looked at her waist as thin as a water snake with disgust, "I'm not a man, what's the use of keeping you?"
"Actually, besides seducing men, I can do other things."
"for example?"
Hongying promoted herself hard: "I can sing, dance, and write poetry. I can do everything a brothel girl can do!"
Shen Qingqing showed her a death smile, "Can we say something practical?"
"Ah...then rolling noodles and cooking them counts? Before I entered the brothel, my family owned a noodle shop, so I would order that."
Hongying spoke with difficulty, expecting to be scolded by Shen Qingqing again, but unexpectedly, there was a glimmer of hope.
"Okay, you can come with me first."
Hongying: "!!!"
She is alive again! This chapter has been completed!