However, just when everyone thought Bingzhu was dead, Bingzhu appeared in front of everyone with not a single hair on his body intact, but he only wore an extra piece of armor compared to before, and he also had a hand in his hand.
A bronze blood-seal sword, its power should not be underestimated.
"Brother, he's here again." One of the yellow-haired men, a strapping boy, saw the ice candle hanging like a roly-poly on the crossbar. He was so frightened that he peed his pants, his whole body trembled, and his voice trembled and he shouted loudly.
The yellow-haired man thought that his younger brother was deliberately scaring him, so he turned around and gave his younger brother a Tathagata fist to eat without even thinking about it.
"Brother, why did you hit me?" The sturdy little brother was punched by his elder brother and felt confused.
"Why are you hitting you? How dare you scare me? If I don't hit you, who should I hit?!" It's not like being a big brother at all. He doesn't take good care of his younger brother, but he still treats his younger brother so fiercely, just like those
My little brother is his yellow-haired goblin, like a slave, he can be used at will, he can be beaten as he wants, and he can be summoned as he wants.
The mute eats Coptis chinensis and cannot tell the story of his sufferings. According to legend, he is more unjust than Dou Moth, and it is not an exaggeration to pin him on a tiger-backed boy. In fact, he really wants to resist, but when he thinks that the yellow-haired demon is his elder brother, he can't do anything about it.
After calculating how much he weighed, the younger brother put back the thought of venting.
The saddest thing in the world is not pain; it is that you clearly have pain in your heart, but you can't find anyone to vent it to, and you have to swallow the pain in your stomach in the end.
"Even if I have that kind of heart, I'm not that big. Brother, if you don't believe me, look to the left of your shoulder." The sturdy boy pointed at the position of Bing Zhu in a hurry to show his brother, feeling full of grievances.
The yellow-haired man finally believed his younger brother. He looked to the left and saw Bingzhu sitting leisurely on the crossbar with his head tilted up. His face was full of breeze. He was just like his elder brother. He had to be graceful and charming.
charm.
The yellow-haired man couldn't help being startled, but he quickly returned to his serious state.
The woman in Tsing Yi was still frowning and hurt just now, thinking that Bingzhu had really been hurt by the yellow-haired man. When she looked up, she found that Bingzhu was not dead, and she was secretly glad in her heart.
"What, that's all you have?" Bingzhu didn't think highly of the yellow-haired man in the first place, but now that the yellow-haired man saw his appearance, he was frightened and sweating profusely, and the contempt in his heart grew even more spontaneously.
Bingzhu does not treat everyone in a condescending manner, but once Bingzhu encounters someone he hates or has no sympathy for, he must do so, because Bingzhu feels that such a person is shameful, hateful, and unworthy.
Just to save face.
"With just this little ability, I can take away your life!" The yellow-haired man still showed no fear at all. The yellow-haired man believed that the reason why he did not seriously injure Bingzhu just now was because of his own mistake.
Another way to put it is that Bingzhu was very lucky.