Chapter 29: Demented person

The South raccoon disregarded the resistance and resistance of Ye Buyi, and put the blood-sucking leaves on his shoulders, brought them back to the room, and slammed them back into the bed.
Ye Bianyi ran with tears to run, and Nan Kui took his neck and took him back to the bed: "Yes, you don't know how to lift."
Ye Buyi finally did not move.
Nanjiao just breathed a sigh of relief, and he listened to Ye Buyi and whispered, "Southern raccoon, let me go."
Nan Kui Ben drank a lot of wine, drunk on his head, and screamed and screamed, and he endured: "...what do you want to go? Where can you go?"
The leaves are not talking.
Nanzi sneer: "You don't have me, can you live a day in the wild? Ye Buyi, do you have a conscience?"
Ye fills his eyes and looks at him red, whispering and whispering: "Nan raccoon, thank you. But I beg you, let me go."
The southern raccoon is distorted by the five senses: "You are dreaming. You can give me a good dress, and if you die, you have to die for me in the tiger."
Ye Buyi started to shake: "...what?"
"I saved you a little life." Nanlu angered and laughed. "Or do you think you can still live in the wild today?"
Leaves fill the lips and white, and all the courage can be said to say: "...you don't want to save me at all. You just because I have a pair of eyes that are similar to your deceased wife."
When I first saw the murals of the dead beast of Nanzi, it was a bit silly to make up the leaves of a rib. I didn’t even think that I was a substitute, just looking at my own shape.
... She is so good, it is also appropriate to be missed by the South Beaver. Now I am changing my way to the side of the South Beaver. I should learn how the Nanzu likes it and let him be happy.
He regarded the South Beast as the whole world, but the South Beaver only regarded him as a dispensable gadget.
When he heard that Ye Buyi had dismantled him, the South Beaver was furious and the blue ribs of the forehead jumped up: "What do you say? You say it again?"
He was temperamental, and only a little convergence in front of the previous leaves, Ye Fu was the first time to see him so angry, afraid of shivering, shrinking to the corner.
"You should thank your parents for making you look like you are." Nanbei sneered. "Or the first day of the meeting, you should die in my body like the soul of your friend."
Ye Buyi jerked up: "...What did you say?"
"Do you think that I am practicing?" Nanlu did not think that this was wrong. "Your friend died, the soul is useless. How do I take his soul to practice? In contrast, I If you are good enough, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Ye Buyi looked at the South Beaver, his eyes were strange and he was like seeing him for the first time in his life: "You, you sucked his soul? You didn't promise to bury him..."
Nan Kui felt that the leaf patch was simply unreasonable. He smiled and said: "Have he been buried? Or where is the grave at the lake?"
Ye Buyi raised the tone: "But you said, I will come to the tiger with you, you, you will bury him. Why do you want to..."
Nan Kui asked: "I said that I didn't his soul?"
The mouth of Ye Bianyi was opened and finally closed up.
The temper of the South raccoon was smoother, and he wanted to touch his head, but he was removed by the leaves.
Ye Buyi said with tears in her eyes: "The first time, we pulled the hook and stamped the seal. You said that you won't lie to me afterwards, you will treat me well... all are deceptive... from the very beginning You are not really sincere to me..."
The flame that was originally suppressed was suddenly stimulated by the words of the leaf-filling clothes. Under the urgency, Nanshikou said without a word: "Truth? You want, can you match? Are you worthy?"

"This is the priest who faked you and sent me into the wild. I you this little priest, you deserve it!"
Ye Bu Yi was in the same place.
This is like a sharp hail, which broke into the heart of the leaf-filled clothes. His bones were mixed with ice scorpions, and they were numb and cold, and the pain was cracked.
I don't know how long I stayed, and I finally got a pain to bend down the waist. I used my head to hit the edge of the bed and squeaked.
In the past, he only used the so-called heartache to describe it. It was only when the matter came to the end that it was a real sorrow, and it hurt him that his head was cold sweat.
After the swearing of the South raccoon, the heart was not only half-hearted, but the chest was stuffy and swelled. Seeing the reaction of Ye Buyi, he immediately reached out and covered his forehead: "What are you doing?! Don't pretend in front of me. Crazy."
When the voice did not fall, he heard the sliding sound of the short sword pulled out of the waist.
The South Beaver stepped back and moved, only to see the leaf repairing the hand holding the dagger, the eyes were red, like the rabbit that was only irritated, staring at himself in disgust.
"How? I want to kill me?" After returning to God, Nanzu later regretted the vicious words of the dressing of Ye, but he used to be on the king, let him immediately admit that he was wrong and swallowed back. It’s impossible at all. "You are brave enough to see the leaves."
He really thought that Ye Buyi would come over and lick himself.
In a few short moments, Nanzu has already conceived the scene after he rushed over.
He won't hide. If he puts on a sword, he will not be killed by such a small thing. When he has passed the sword, he will slowly go back and look at him. How can a small temper disappear?
Nanzu consciously knew that he had a good understanding of the leaf, so when the little finger of the leaf was cut off from the bed, the Nanzu did not even react.
A few seconds later, Nanzi screamed and slammed the short sword down to the ground: "You crazy, leaf repairing clothes?"
Ye Bu Yi squats on the bed and clasps his hand, and the blood of the right hand is broken at the break.
His shoulders are twitching: "Pain... I hurt..."
Nan Kui pulled his hand and used his power to stop the blood for him: "Now I know that it hurts? You are angry, you yell at me? You have a knife on your body and you have a good job."
Ye Buyi's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was extremely light, but he did his best to push Nanzi out: "dirty."
South raccoon: "I am dirty? So you licked your fingers? Then you have been touched by me inside and outside, how can you not die?"
After listening to this, Ye Buyi squatted for a long while, and whispered: "... Yes, I am dirty, I am dirty. Please let me go."
Nanlu found that this person could not listen to him, and saw that his blood had stopped, and he slammed his sleeves: "If you want to roll, you will roll faster. You are bloody, and the tiger flea is a death."

With this sentence, he left.
After being blown by the cold wind, the taste of the southern raccoon was a little awake. After he groaned in the doorway, he heard a small sob in the house.
Gradually, the weeping became a weeping, and then it became a hoarse cry.
Nan Kui did not hear that people could cry so painfully, as if watching a part of the body was ripped off by people, and there was nothing to do, it only hurt like a child crying.
The South Beaver was so crying that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to push the door in, but his hand reached halfway and stopped.
He couldn't face the face of Ye Buyi for a while, so he turned and left, and he cried the cry of his heartache.
This night, he drank the wine stored in the seven or eight altars, and he was on the throne of the main hall.
Who wants to go back to the house on the second day, but he has not seen the trace of Ye Buyi.
...he did not take anything, including the truncated finger.
He grabbed the ghost to repair the question, and the answer was that last night Ye had a tiger flea and said that it was the ghost king who ordered him to go out.
Upon hearing the news, the Nan raccoon walked several times in the temple, raising his hand and smashing a man.
The screams from inside the people not only did not calm him down, but made him more depressed.
Soon, all over the place were fragments of people splitting, and the South Beaver stood in the debris of a place, and his throat was sore.
Did the little priest run?
How dare he run?
He even got the sword and he was still holding a finger last night...
He didn't dare to think about it again: "But Dongfeng! Get out!"
I wish Dongfeng coming out of the temple and seeing the mess of the land, I can’t help but say:
You...

Nan Kui pointed out the temple: "Go, go and bring me back to the little priest."
I wish Dongfeng naturally does not violate the meaning of Nanzu: "...Yes."
Nanbei was hesitating for a moment, and he called back Dongfeng. He shouted: "He is hurt, it is not far. After you find him, tell him, tell him not to make trouble, I was last night... If you drink too much, you can say that kind of miscellaneous words; if he still refuses to come back, you will bring him back. Be careful not to pull his hand."
I wish Dongfeng full of helplessness and lead to leave.
The southern raccoon was sitting in the temple and rested with a whole daylight scene, only to wait for the return of the Dongfeng.
"I didn't find it?" Nanbei gnashed his teeth. "What is the difference between him and a poor little priest, and mortal? Can you not even catch a mortal?"
I wish Dongfeng shame: "Wang Shang, we searched all over the place, but we can't find Wang Hao."
South raccoon became more and more flustered.
It’s ridiculous, where can he go?
He resisted with full of fear and got angry and got up: "A bunch of waste! I went to find it myself."
One day passed, three days passed, and three months passed.
Nanbei panicked and found that he really couldn't find the leaf.
He tasted the taste of being unable to sleep at night.
At that time, his wife, Yunhua, died in the hands of a Taoist, and Nanlu was also sent to the wild. Thousands of years later, Yunhua became a cinnabar in his heart, so it was easy to expect a leaf patch, but now he turned into a needle, a thorn, wedged into his heart, called him Sleeping is difficult.
He can only see the side of the leaf in his dreams, so he is more ferocious to drink, so he can find the leaves after the drunkenness.
On this day, he dreamed of Ye Buyi and what happened to him in the past.
They used the game of fishing at the lake as usual. After playing for several rounds, Ye Buyi was tired and climbed ashore to stand still. The wet clothes outlined his round hip line, which was very cute.
He fell to the ground, fiddling with the things that were caught, and he couldn't put it down with the same gadgets.
It’s a piece of debris, it’s still shining, like falling from a certain ornament,
Ye Buyi put the thing on her chest and stroked it: "It must be nice to make it a chain ornament."
Nan Kui hugged him on his lap and teased him: "Chain? How do you like a big man like this glowing thing? Like a little girl."
The little girl of Ye did not speak, and the pieces were dialed in the palm of her hand.
"Is it so beautiful?" Nan shou held his hand holding the shard. "... Don't look at it, look at me."
Ye Xiaoyan looked at him, and the shy look of her lips was more like a little girl.
"Look at it like this? How much do you like me?" The South raccoon couldn't help but tease him.
Ye Buyi blushes and bites her lips and thinks about it. Only then seriously replied: "It is... like the kind of bride who likes it."
Nan Kuai is very satisfied with this answer and kissed his lips: "Okay. I made this thing into a chain. When I want to have a wedding day, I want you to wear it and marry me."
After saying this, Nan Kuai woke up.
He slept on the bed of leaves.
After opening his eyes, the empty room also cleared his heart in an instant.
When he lifted his legs and prepared to get out of bed, I wish Dongfeng knocked on the door and walked in: "Wang Shang."
"What?" Nanzi lazily raised his eyes. "Is it a small priest?"
I wish Dongfeng pause for a moment: "Yes, found it."
Nan Kui did not prepare to hear the good news. He heard this kind of look back. He was shocked and jumped to the ground with bare feet. The excitement was difficult: "Really? Where is he? Can he be injured? Can be thin." ?"
I wish the Dongfeng face unbearable color: "The Lord...the sorrow."
The South Beaver was immersed in the joy of fullness, and even could not understand the words of Dongfeng: "What is the sorrow? What is the sorrow?"
I wish Dongfeng a gesture to the outside of the door. Two ghost slaves carried a roll of white cloth into the door.
The cloth rolls spread out, and there are sacral bones in the sky. There are obviously traces of the beasts' smashing, and most of the muscles are gone. Only his arm is not bitten too much, and he can clearly see his damage. The right palm is gripped.
... there is a missing tail finger.
"Wang Hao did not go far." Zhu Dongfeng explained, "A ghost slave found him under the cliff not far from the tiger flea. The weeds there were so high that we could not find Wang Hao when we first started searching. ""
The southern raccoon stared at the cheekbones on the ground, and his eyes were very novel.
He didn't believe that this pile of bones was the little priest he loved crying: "What did he go there?"
Wishing Dongfeng: "Wang Hao seems to have fallen from the cliff... When we found Wang Hao, he was scattered under him..."
He pulled out a cloth bag from his arms and unfolded layer by layer.
The dried Lohan petals flew a few pieces and landed on the cheekbones.
Looking at the petals, the South Beaver remembered.
When he first met Ye Buyi, he sat on a cliff full of Luo Hanhua.
The cliff is so lonely that there is no mountain road that can be directly boarded. After leaving the tiger fleas, Ye Buyi climbed up from there, probably to pick up a Luo Hanhua and keep it as a memorial.
He muttered to himself: "...is it the cliff?"
I wish Dongfeng language stuff.
He didn't understand what Nanzi was referring to.
Nan Kui looked at the bones on the ground and asked: "...dead?"
I wish Dongfeng could not say a word.
Nan Kui pointed at his bones and smiled and said: "He is dead? Just to pick a flower?"
He looked at the corpse and whispered: "...not even the chain ornament that you have done for you, just ran to pick flowers, it is a stupid priest."
When the voice fell, he coughed a few times, only to see more saliva in his mouth, and he was uncomfortable with chest tightness.
He had a neck that wanted to spit out, but he vomited a large amount of blood.
All the memories of Ye Buyi ended on the day when the blood fell on the corpse.
After the remnant of the leaf-filled clothing was put into the body, Xu Xingzhi slowly opened his eyes.
The ghost king Nan raccoon saw the ecstasy.
This person is a good product that he has rarely found in a decade.
Since he vomited blood, after a serious illness, Nan Kui dropped twenty-seven fans in the tiger fleas, capturing the people who came and went. As long as someone broke into the valley, he would have to bother to test it.
First of all, the body of the person who is coming can not be too weak. Ye Buyi's body is not good from a young age. Although he has grown stronger after he grows up, he still has some weaknesses. Nan Kui does not want him to be a sick man after the resurrection.
Secondly, the age of the comers needs to be appropriate, and there must not be some strange bad hobbies, so as not to taint the soul of the leaves.
The most important thing is that the person must have a heart that is as good and stupid as a leaf.
Only such a heart can be worthy of leaf filling.
The person in front of him is basically in line with all the expectations of the South.
... Once the soul wash is over, all the memories of Xu Xingzhi will be covered by the memory of the leaves.
Nan Kui only needs to take the soul out of the body of Xu Xing, and then dig out the heart, send it to his treasured leaves, and use his life-long spells, it will be able to call Ye Buyi with all the memories to come back to life.
It is difficult to shape the lost flesh of Ye Buyi, but as long as his little Taoist is willing to return, even if he can only get a skeleton that can speak, he has no complaints.
He stroked the cheek of Xu Xingzhi after the awakening, and put the sound to the lightest and softest: "Can you recognize who I am? Little Taoist?"
Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and said coldly: "I recognize that there is a bastard."
"...Little priest?" The South raccoon was awkward and awkward, and suddenly realized, "You?? Or you? You are not him?"
Xu Xingzhi is still a headache, but the face of this scum, or politely revealed a mocking smile: "How? Can't recognize your leaf patch?"
Nan Beaver’s face changed dramatically, and he dragged Xu Xingzhi off the stage and tightened his front:
How could it be? How can the soul wash fail?

Xu Xingzhi sarcastically said: "Maybe your little priests don't want to see you again."
Where did Nanzi be willing to listen to Xu Xingzhi’s mouthfuls of nonsense, and he took up the spiritual power and reached the forehead of Xu Xing’s forehead, closing his eyes and urging his temptation.
After a while, Nan sei opened his eyes in amazement: "You have been washed..."
Waiting for his voice to settle, there was a burst of sound from the outside of the temple, as if the co-workers slammed into the mountains, and a sly demon force pushed over and the doors of the darkroom flew open.
Nanzi looked back and suddenly fell to the freezing point: "Who?"
I wish Dongfeng fell into the darkroom, and a ghost gun was inserted in the back!
There was a whisper in his mouth, but he was still flustered and said: "...The Lord, twenty-seven fans...have been broken... Wang Shang, please go to the king soon..."
The spooky gun on his back was taken away by Huo Ran, and the loud, splashing flesh and blood sound completely buried his already weak tail.
A meteor also swept like a gun, pointing straight to the neck of the South Beaver.
Zhou Beinan’s command came from behind his back:
...put him down.

The Southern Beaver heard this, but he obeyed it. He pushed Xu Xingzhi to the wall. When his eyes turned again, four ghosts were born out of thin air, nailed to Xu Xingzhi’s shoulders and trousers, and he hanged his life. On the wall.
After trapping Xu Xing, he only turned around and just hit a face-to-face with Zhou Beinan.
Seeing this face, Zhou Beinan slightly frowned, seemingly confused.
The southern raccoon showed a sly smile: "Is it you? You still have no souls to fly?"
Zhou Beinan stunned: "Do you recognize me?..."
Nan replied with a smile, and suddenly raised his hand and gripped the tip of Zhou Beinan, his face did not change, his fingers moved slightly, and the ghost gun in Zhou Beinan’s hand was turned into a ash!
During the dusty flight, Zhou Beinan was stunned by the South raccoon and pressed to the ground.
He apparently has been irritated by the failure just now. At this time, he vented all his resentment on Zhou Beinan: "I am a ghost king. A remnant soul in the district, dare to shoot a knife in front of me?"
The southern raccoon became more and more forceful, and the floor tiles broke open. Zhou Beinan was pressed into the ground by an inch of intensiveness, and the soul body also vaguely changed its brightness and darkness. Obviously, it could not compete with such overwhelming ghost power.
Nan Kui was patiently lost, his face was terrible, his eyes were red and bloody: "I don't remember me? Well? It's so pitiful, even the rhetoric you made can't remember? You said, you have to smash my heart with a shot. I have to slap my bones by myself, don’t you remember?

Zhou Beinan’s eyes widened: "You - you are..."
"You can't even protect your sister who is on the verge of production." Nanbei maliciously smiled. "I still remember your name, Zhou Beinan, you are a waste."
He tightened his fingers, but he was going to annihilate the spirit of Zhou Beinan!
But he had just made a force, and the whole man flew out and slammed into a wall, and the walls of the darkroom were smashed.
Meng Zhongguang stepped in from the outside.
His eyes and forehead are red and bloody, and the red color between the eyes is almost dripping down. A black hair is scattered and spread, and the ghosts of the vertical and horizontal are excited.
He stood there, and he was a crazy madman.
But he didn't have the heart to fight with the South Beaver. He only looked at Xu Xingzhi's shadow with a pair of eyes: "Brothers? Where are you?"
The dust was fascinating, and the South Beaver swayed and climbed up, pulling a short sword from his waist and heading in the direction of Xu Xingzhi.
Seeing someone shaking in their own sight, Meng Zhongguang stunned, and a pulse of flying rainbow flew out of his palm and went straight to the South Beaver.
The South raccoon waved the sword and blocked it. He only heard the gold and iron crossfire, and the sound was like a burst of beans. The South raccoon only tried to fight for a few rounds, and he felt that the mouth was sweet and hard, and he simply abandoned the blade and gave birth to a man of Meng Zhongguang. Remember to hit.
One of his arms was smashed out, and he used this impulse to fly and flew straight toward Xu Xingzhi. Before he was there, he moved the only hand to drive the ghost and tried to put Still left in the body of Xu Xing's body to out.
However, he searched the whole body meridians of Xu Xing, and he could not find the soul that was treasured by him for many years!
"Give it back to me!" South screamed and snarled, "Give him back to me!"
However, the little soul did not want to be with him, hidden in the body of Xu Xing, refused to come out again.
Like many years ago, Ye Buyi refused to accept him and refused to pay attention to him.
The southern raccoon was stunned by such associations, and the white face was about to search again. The two ghost slaves broke through the window, while one snarled the wild raccoon: "Wang, go faster!"
The southern raccoon shouted: "I don't go! He is still here, he..."
One of the higher-ranking ghost slaves, the raccoon, was mad, and his heart was slanted, and a palm hit the back of the southern raccoon.
When the South raccoon was in a state of turmoil, he ate this palm, and his blood was rushing to the brain.
The ghost slave pushed the southern raccoon into another ghost slave: "Take the king faster..."
After failing to speak, this ghost slave has been blown up from the central government, and the smoke is gone, leaving no points!
After twenty-seven episodes, Meng Zhongguang’s mind and faculty have been lost. He can’t distinguish between North and South, like a drunkard, like a beast, and he’s in the room. Once he hears something unusual, he’s not saying anything. It is a pure demon push.
This ghost slave made the slayer's death ghost.
Another ghost slave was shocked and shivered. Where did he dare to stay, quietly holding the southern raccoon, passing through the wall, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Beinan held his throat and coughed and climbed from the ground.
Just climbed half a body, he had a hunch, and quickly rolled to the side.
In the twinkling of an eye, the place where he was lying was bombarded by Meng Zhongguang's spiritual power.
Zhou Beinan’s scream:
Meng Zhongguang, you see...

Before he finished, Meng Chongguang was indiscriminate and a palm, and the dark room collapsed halfway!
Zhou Beinan made all his strength, and even fled to the doorway where the dark room no longer existed. Just when he saw the stunned Tao Chi from the outside, Lu Yujiu, Zhou Wang, Yuan Ruyi also did not Follow in the distance.
Zhou Beinan shouted: "Run faster! Meng Zhongguang, he is crazy!"
Meng Zhongguang heard this change, and the palm of his hand gathered a majestic scarlet demon, and the corner of his mouth smirked.
Seeing that Meng Chongguang is about to be shot, Xu Xingzhi, who was invaded by the scorpion's ghost power and who has been dizzy, finally found the strength to speak. The dumb voice screamed: "Meng... heavy light!"
Only this sound, the heavy murder and the ruin of Meng Zhongguang's eyes gradually faded.
He looked around in a panic like a child, finally seeing Xu Xingzhi who was nailed to the wall.
His whole person had alive when he was on the road, and his sharp edge was reduced to nothing. He went straight to the past and couldn’t help but say that he was holding the waist of Xu Xingzhi. The spoiled little cat shouted: "Brother! Brother..."
Zhou Beinan, who was almost killed, saw this situation and was stunned.
Xu Xingzhi was dizzy and barely gasped. He saw Meng Zhongguang, who had rain in front of his eyes, and his heart was soft and full of confusion: "Cry what, man and man. Let me down."
"Senior, sorry, sorry..." Meng Zhongguang panicked his face and rubbed his face. "I, have I scared my brother? The light is not intentional, not..."
As soon as he raised his hand, he nailed the nails of Xu Xing's sleeves and collapsed.
Xu Xingzhi, who lost his strength, fell softly on his shoulders.
When he came into contact with Meng Zhongguang's body, he fell into a dark and deep canyon, and his consciousness disappeared and he passed out.
Perhaps it was the power of the sinister power of Bainan, and Xu Xingzhi’s mind finally had a complete memory fragment.
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