Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 77: Is your dog's "hand"

Tang Luo caught the little girl who sold matches.
意识到 He realized that the little girl selling matches was not just a ghost, but more like a dog.
This is a goblin, to be more precise.
I am the soul of a goblin!
There is a certain probability that "ghosts" will appear after the death of a tartar, and naturally there is a certain probability after a demon dies.
If some monsters are beaten, even if they are defeated and their bodies are destroyed, they may persist in devotion and become evil objects for the evil.
As for those who did not kill the clean, a ray of remnant soul is not dead, forming a ghost, it is not impossible.
Only "ghost ghost" is very rare compared to "human ghost".
The little girl selling matches, though.
But after Tang Luo "buy" the match, her follow-up act was to let Tang Luo throw away the match and let her pick it up.
No doubt, this is a behavior only for dogs, and it is a domestic dog.
Does the wild dog behave like this?
Tang Luo is not clear, but he is certain that domestic dogs will have this behavior and form such instincts, including the Erlang god.
Yes, Xiaotian dog and Erlang Shen play when they are all right.
The life of the gods is actually quite leisure.
When Tang Luo caught the little girl selling matches, a strange feeling of familiarity suddenly emerged. He even saw a trace of Xiaotiangu in his body.
Is not the mythical legend of the skyhound dog, or Tang Luo through the past, the skyhound dog encountered in that world.
"Dog" is Tang Luo's original name for the dog. simple and clear.
Unfortunately, did not wait for Tang Luo to confirm further. Qinglang was interrupted by this stupid hot weapon reserve.
The little girl who fled for matches fled.
What to do if the dog walks away? I can only catch it.
As the main responsible person, Chen Qinglang must be responsible.
除了 In addition to listening to Yang Yan's words, Xiaotian Dog's biggest hobby was playing with all kinds of fairy maids.
Don't get me wrong, Xiaotian dog is not a dog.
的 The dog that Tang Luo knows is not a male dog, but a female.
At the time, Tang Luo specially confirmed that in "My Sister Can't Be So Cute", Xiaotian Dog also has some space.
Promote the family without snoring.
Even if it is literary creation, it must be done on the basis of facts.
Tang Luo is such a rigorous person. It is impossible to make up a fiction, and it is impossible to make a fiction in this life.
Howling Sky Dog is different from the ordinary big demon, she is a typical red heart, boy body, boy appearance, boy heart.
In other words, it's easy to cheat.
If Tang Luo guessed correctly, the little girl selling matches was really related to Xiaotian Dog, then she would probably be attracted by the new bait.
"Add another layer of‘ seasoning ’.

Tong Tangluo pulled Qinglang's placket and made a small opening under his collarbone.
I let the blood flow out slowly, and some of it was stained on the skull.
He is also a cultivator. Although it is very vegetable, blood is not the same as ordinary people's blood.
Once the bait was done, Tang Luo pulled the rope on his hand and said, "Let's go, let's find a dog."
Tong Qinglang felt that he was just like a dog now.
"I won't let you go ..." She jumped from the gap between her teeth.
"Permitted." Tang Luo said perfunctoryly, "Come down."
Tong Qinglang moved her body and fell from the table to the ground, barely supporting the table, her face turned grey, and slowly got up.
"Yes." Tang Luo shook her head, urging Gongde Yulian, and slightly treated her injury.
I at least gave her strength to walk.
The two went out.
"Grandmaster……"
广 Han Guang just passed by. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help whispering and immediately stepped aside and quietly gave his thumbs up.
I did not expect Master Xuanzhang to be a personality lover. This play is much higher than them.
The girl was a little white, with a cold temperament, but I still felt pity again.
Awesome, worthy of being Master Xuanzang!
哦 "Oh, the poor monk went to find the little girl who sold matches. Would you like to be together?" Tang Luo asked Han Guang with a glance.
"No, no."
广 Han Guang shook his head like a rattle, "Master, you're busy, I'm leaving now."
I ran away and disappeared. He is a visionary man.
"Um." Tang Luo nodded.
"I want a veil." After two steps, Qinglang didn't leave, and made a request, "Otherwise I would rather die."
"It's really troublesome." Tang Luo reached out and tore off her clothing corner, "Here you are."
满分 Full score of local skills.
"..." took it with a trembling hand, Qing Lang covered his lower half of his face.
Just--
How did you feel more wrong than before?
Three rumored "blessings" in Tuo'anshan City, after a while at night. There were almost no people on the street.
Occasionally a pedestrian passed by, and saw two ghosts wandering like ghosts, and ran away in fright.
How much he comforted Qinglang's sore heart.
"Slap."
The sound of the small wooden stick falling to the ground is clear and audible on this silent night on the deserted street.
Tang Luo loosened the rope and said, "Go."
"Go?" Qing Lang looked at the small wooden stick in the distance and turned to look at the white-haired demon monk.
"Pick it back," Tang Luo said.
"..."
"This probability can lead the dog back," said Tang Luo, "still, you actually like to hang out in the street like this."
Tong Qinglang almost bit his teeth, slowly walked forward, crouched down and picked up a small wooden stick.
He walked back to Tang Luo, Qing Lang forcibly struck him with a stick, and handed the stick to Tang Luo.
I use a bad analogy:
I mean that my eyes can kill people, Tang Luo has died countless times.
"Okay, throw it yourself." Tang Luo waved.
Tong Qinglang didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke the small stick in his hand.
Of course, after breaking, her chest was violently undulating, apparently hurting again.
The skull that I had taken out almost didn't hold it.
"Well, the poor monk is here to throw it away?" Tang Xuan, the kind master Xuanzang, still spoke very well.
If you don't want to throw it, let him throw it away.
It's not easy to steal laziness these days.
"No need! I'll do it myself!"
Qi Qinglang turned around and threw the stick out forcefully—ten meters away.
He moved like a leg on a cotton, Qinglang walked to a small wooden stick, crouched down, picked it up, and threw it.
I was just like this, walking slowly two streets.
Tang Luo followed Qing Lang.
The Qinglang in front of the lotus root was already sweaty on his forehead.
的 The cold wind that could have been completely ignored at this moment seemed extremely cold, his body was hot, and his limbs were cold.
Tong Qinglang squatted down, picked up a small wooden stick, and wanted to stand up, but turned around for a while, and could no longer stand.
He did not fall the cold ground, and Tang Lang was helped by Tang Luo.
A warm hand was stuck on his forehead, and a warm current poured from the heavenly spirit, slowly flowing to the limbs and bones, dissipating the original cold feeling.
Tong Qinglang supported Tang Luo's chest. For a while, she felt a little weak, and she was greedy for the warmth.
"Well, go on." Tang Luo pushed her away.
Naive, want to take this opportunity to touch the fish?
Master Xuanzang spent her merits to treat her, don't think about being lazy.
Tong Qinglang stood still, closed her eyes, and reopened again, throwing out the stick in her hand.
I did not wait for the wooden stick to land. A figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Thin and small, with his head down, clothes layer after layer, tattered and undressed.
Pouting in his mouth was a small wooden stick from which the Qinglang people went out.
"this is……"
Tong Qinglang's eyes widened.
When I was in the restaurant, she started.
But because Tang Luo blocked the relationship between the little girl selling matches.
Chen Qinglang did not really see "her", but instead mistakenly believed that "monstrous spirit" was released by the demon monk Tang Luo.
I was surprised to see the little girl selling matches suddenly appear.
This child, is it the "dog" that the demon monk said?
"Crush."
The little girl who sold a match closed her mouth and bit the wooden stick in her mouth.
I walked to Qinglang, and the little girl stretched out her fist, holding a few wooden sticks.
"Excuse me, do you want to buy a match?"
With ordinary words, Qinglang raised a huge fear in his heart.
毕竟 After all, she is a cultivator, and she can notice the specialness of the little girl in front of her.
He is not a human at all, but a certain terrible "demon".
Chen Qinglang felt that even if he was in the heyday, he could not be the opponent of this little girl.
I'm wrong.
This description is too high.
I should say that I am afraid that only the ancestors of the martial arts can beat the little girl in front of them.
Then, the purpose of this demon monk is to draw out the demon who wants money?
Tong Qinglang looked at Tangluo in surprise.
"Want to buy a match?" The little girl asked again.
Chen Qinglang didn't answer, she felt that whether she bought a match or not, what she would do next.
I will eventually die in the hands of this little girl-if I meet her alone, not as a bait here.
"The poor monk bought it."
The fisherman Tang Luo smiled and stepped forward ~ EbookFREE.me ~ stood in front of the little girl selling matches.
The little girl's outstretched hand shrank slightly, and a threatening low roar was made in her mouth.
"Come, give it to me." Tang Luo reached out to the little girl.
The little girl shrank her right hand and opened her mouth sharply.
This time, it's not the big mouth that I saw last time.
Falcon in the sight of Qinglang.
The night sky, the bright moon, the surrounding buildings, and the streets underneath disappeared in an instant.
Instead, it was the blood basin that was covering everything and was coming.
"Oh, is it really you? Gouzi, your temper is worse than before."
Tang Luo said.
Mantian palm shadow emerged.
Thousands of hands cannot defend!
Instantly, he shattered the huge mouth of blood basin.
痛 The roar of the beast that ate pain rang.
When Qingqing Lang saw the demon monk raising her right arm flat, she grabbed the head of the little girl, "Dog", as if holding a doll.
The little girl struggled frantically, but couldn't break off the other's arm.
"God, tell me, where is your real skull?"
Tang Luo raised the little girl in front of him and asked.
What a pity, in exchange, is only a roar representing the instinct of anger.
"It's a bit troublesome." Wrinkled, Tang Luo said, "Forget it, Yang Yang asked later and said it was your dog's hand first."
He said, a palm was shot on the little girl.
Struggling action stopped, and the little girl's body turned into a thick black mist, spreading out in all directions, and part of it dissipated in the air.
The other part is re-aggregation.
Suddenly, Tang Luo was firmly grasped, and there was no chance of escape.
I'm a palm again!