Chapter 839: Sticky, courage is fat

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When Meng Ziyi heard this, the smile that was not deep in the corner of his mouth suddenly faded, and soon disappeared without a trace.
He forgot, the demon had a three-year contract with him.
At this point, the small eight-faced face in the space: lying, the black-end value of the good end suddenly increased by 1 point?
Meng Ziyi’s thin lips fainted:
You don’t need to eat whole grains, leave me, you are not hungry.

Nancy did not expect that he replied himself to this question in a serious manner. He was busy saying: "I am hungry, but if there is no master around, what should I do if I encounter those powerful monsters? I can’t beat them, sure. It was the end of a servitude.
Being enslaved is still good. I saw the words saying that some of the little demons didn’t want to harm people, but they were controlled by the powerful old demon. If they didn’t obey, they would be ruined. They would seduce men and help the old demon. If you increase your intake of sperm, you will not be able to get any benefit from it.

Meng Ziyi heard this, especially when he heard the words "seduce a man". For a moment, he uncontrollably released a strong suffocation, but he was quickly pressed back.
He squinted and restored his former expressionless expression.
At this time, Nanxun’s voice turned and said:
But the master is relieved. If I have encountered the situation in the text, I am sure that I will die, and I will not harm anyone!

Meng Ziyi wanted to return a sentence, "How do you want to have nothing to do with me?" But this has not yet been said, and the little demon will continue to pick it up: "There is also a very important point, Master, I will not make money, but I love beauty so much, I want to buy a lot of good-looking clothes to wear. So—"
Her tone is rising, her mood is not low, but she is a little excited. "Master, if you don't give up, I will follow you in the future! Waiting for you to make money later, can you buy new clothes for me?"
Meng Ziyi gave a slight glimpse, then smiled, it was a real laugh, and the corner of his mouth rolled up a clear arc.
"What you think is good, but why should I always carry you with this burden?"
"Master, I can talk to you, help you get bored, I will sing and dance, I will..."
The woman seemed to be thinking about her own use. When Meng Ziyi thought of the picture, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was deeper and uncontrollably. "Right, I will still talk about it! In the past, a host liked to read the book and read it, so I followed a lot of stories. There are still masters, I am very knowledgeable, I will read all four books and five classics. I will also write a pair of poems, because most of my former owners were royal aristocrats, I followed
After a long time, I learned a lot.

Meng Ziyi listened to her left "master" and the right "master". I don't know why, listening to some uncomfortable.
At this time, the little Bayi face is arrogant: Who am I, where am I, for the blackening value of Mao Mengda boss suddenly rose by 1 point?
"Master, can you be my future master?" Nan Yan asked softly.
"I will try not to drag the master's hind legs!" Nan Hao immediately promised that the fast tone revealed her nervousness and expectations.
In the heart of Meng Ziyi's heart, the little discomfort suddenly disappeared, and the mood became comfortable, better than the mood of killing a thousand-year-old demon.
Not only is he not afraid that he will stick to his little demon, how to see how fat it is.
Nancy: Hey, is the feeling of being trusted by a little demon so special?
Meng Ziyi did not directly agree to the demon of the fat man, but a serious sentence: "Look at your performance in the future."
Xiaohualing was very happy after listening to it, "I will definitely follow the master!"
"Master Master, are we going to the abandoned house yesterday?"
"Ok."
"But in the daytime, will those ghosts come out?"
"I am not looking for ghosts, but people who will manipulate ghosts."
"Master Master..."

How do you get more and more noisy?

"I am just afraid that the master is bored alone."
"...no, I am used to it."
Meng Ziyi carried a smashing knife and a wooden stick in one hand. He just stepped into the abandoned old house. Nanxun whispered a reminder: "Master, I seem to smell ghosts, you are careful."
Meng Ziyi picked up his eyebrows. "I didn't smell it. How do you smell it?"
Nancy: "Ah? Didn't the master smell it? But wasn't it a ghost yesterday?"
Meng Ziyi: "It is a day, and the ghost is covered up by something else."
Nancy did not speak, but it was indeed Hu Yu.
Xiao Ba: "Painting on the horse's leg."
Nan Yan: "Idiot Little Eight, I deliberately, confused little paintings are more and more cute."
Little gossip: "Do not believe, you just stupid."
Nanxun: Not at all cute.
This abandoned old house has not been occupied for four or five years. It is not very ruined, but it is a layer of ash.
Meng Ziyi has not approached the main house door, and the door has already opened without wind.
Meng Ziyi did not stop and walked straight in.
The doors and windows of the house are tightly closed, so the light in the house is dark. There was an old man standing in the room. He was wearing a white robe and a long beard. His hair was almost white, his bag was wrapped around his waist, and he held a beak in his hand.
This old man seems to be a fairy-skinned bone, but the eyes are small and small, and there is a shimmering light inside, and the bones of the fairy wind are broken.
"Is you killed my ghost sore?" The old man looked up and down Meng Ziyi, but he did not expect that this person was so young, and when his eyes fell on his sly knives, his face changed slightly and then swept back. After the three short swords, they became more vigilant.
"Which party are you? We have always been doing this without water, and you have bad rules last night." The old man said.
Meng Ziyi said faintly: "I was only cure the ghost sores on the outside of the past, how can I break the rules? It is you, the ghosts and sores in the innocent people, the application of such magic, the devil should be countered."
The old man’s small eyes seemed to be quenched and poisoned, and he snorted.
The most annoying thing about the old man’s life is that you are just like this righteous voice to confess the face of others! How about using sorcerer? Since the sorcerer was created, it naturally has to Someone will carry it forward!"
"I don't care if you use sorcerer, but you shouldn't use evil magic to harm people."
"Many things! Do you know how many evil people have used this sorcerer to convince the people? I saved so many people, even if I killed one or two?"
"Where are the ghosts, what is the difference between those evil spirits? When you kill!" Meng Ziyi no longer talk nonsense, rushing directly toward the old man, holding the scorpion knives in one hand, but has quickly pulled out a few plaques from his arms. Stick to the bag on the waist of the old man.
The old man’s eyes quickly avoided Meng Ziyi’s symbol, but because of the moment, the bag was very close to the bag, and the originally dried bag was suddenly inflated. There are countless heads and hands on the bag, and they print out the shape of the head and the five-finger paw print. Some even squeeze out the five senses, and the countless hands almost scratch the bag. At the same time, A shrill scream came out of the bag and it was shocking.