Chapter 312: Taking the Weng

Meng De had the upper hand in the argument, and Li Banfeng sensed the change in his technique.

The old man was still patiently reasoning, and he could really make sense: "Whether it hurts the devil or not, that woman is going to hurt your master's life. I saved your master, and this sacrifice must count."

Meng De was speechless again, and Li Banfeng's right leg, which had just loosened, began to be out of control again.

"What else to say?" The old man raised the dagger again.

Li Banfeng asked: "How do you know that woman wants to hurt my life?"

The old man said: "She teased me for no reason, so she must have bad intentions!"

Meng De caught the flaw: "That's not necessarily the case, maybe that woman fell in love with my master and threw herself into his arms sincerely!"

The old man shook his head and said: "Such a statement is really absurd!"

Li Banfeng said: "Why do you say it's absurd? How do you know what that woman is thinking? Could it be that she is your accomplice?"

Li Banfeng was right again, that woman was really the old man's accomplice.

The old man's arms were shaking violently, and the backlash this time was very serious.

Meng De seized the opportunity and began to attack fiercely: "You shameless and shameless man, together with a shameless woman, used despicable means to seduce my master.

My master is upright and unmoved. You are acting like a thief crying thief and acting a farce, but you still talk about dedication and what kind of reward you are asking for.

With such despicable means like you, you can only beg for food in the gutter. You dare to gossip here and be cunning. You have lived in vain for an old age. I really don't know how to write the word despicable!"

This scolding was so good that the scolding old man was dumbfounded and speechless.

Li Banfeng felt that the restraints on his legs had been lifted by 70% and he was just waiting for a suitable time to take out the key.

Don't be anxious.

The train father-in-law reminded Li Banfeng that his small action of taking out the key would attract other people's attention.

The old man didn't notice Li Banfeng, he was still reasoning with Meng De.

It's strange. He wants to control me, so why does he always reason with Meng De?

Is this reason not for me?

Who else can he tell?

The old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Let's not talk about my saving him for now. I still gave him three contributions!"

How can you say that?

The old man said: "I invited him to watch a good play. Does this count as a contribution?"

It counts!

Can you still play like this?

The old man did perform a play, and Li Banfeng did watch it.

But Li Banfeng didn't want to watch this play.

It seems that no matter whether you want to or not, as long as you watch it, you owe it to the old man.

Li Banfeng couldn't think of a response, but Meng De was very calm.

She calmly unbuttoned her clothes.

What is this for? Did she learn bad things from the projector?

Meng De took off some of her cheongsam, revealing a pair of shoulders.

The old man was also stunned: "What does this mean?"

Meng De smiled and said: "Did you see it? Is my play good?"

The old man said angrily: "I don't want it, this is not a reward."

Meng De snorted and said: "If you don't want it, don't watch it. If you watch it, you will be considered to have accepted it!"

De Xiu actually restrained him from opening the door.

The old man was furious and trembling all over.

The restraints on Li Banfeng's legs completely disappeared.

He immediately took out the key, opened the Suishenju, and pulled Meng De into the house.

"Don't run!" The old man reached out to grab Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng took the opportunity to grab the old man and dragged him into the house.

The room was dark, with only a candlelight.

There was a mirror next to the candle, and a long spear was dressing in front of the mirror.

The long spear was dressing...

This situation made the old man fall into deep thought.

A gong and drum suddenly sounded behind him, and a crisp singing voice came.

"Hey, you bitch, you're blind, why are you looking in the mirror?"

"I love looking in the mirror, because I'm pretty."

"What's pretty about you?"

"My face and waist are pretty, much better than your ghostly appearance."

The old man looked behind him, where a record player was arguing with a spear.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I've lived this long, and today I really saw a demon!"

Hong Ying turned around and said, "Who do you say is the demon?"

The old man looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Demon, is this your lair?"

Li Banfeng was startled, "You say I'm a demon?"

The old man took out a handful of wild fruits from his right pocket and was about to throw them on the ground.

A ball of steam suddenly bound the old man's right hand, making it impossible for him to throw the fruits away.

"Hey, husband, you brought back a Fengqu Weng."

Li Banfeng was stunned: "What is Fengqu Weng?"

The record player said: "A kind of wandering monster in the new land, giving three tributes and asking for three rewards. This thing is of high level! This is our home. If the wild fruit falls to the ground, it means that we have taken his things, isn't it also taking his tribute?"

The old man's left hand was about to reach into his pocket again, and a powerful force came, frightening the old man and shivering. With a whoosh, his left hand fell to the ground.

"Who... my hand!" The old man didn't know why his hand fell.

Hong Ying was still sitting in front of the mirror dressing, as if she had never moved.

The record player snorted and said: "Bitch, you took his hand, which is also a tribute."

"Really?" Hong Ying put down the rouge and picked up the eyebrow pencil.

Whoosh!

With another sound, the old man's legs were broken at the knees.

The old man wanted to speak, one hand plus two legs, with three tributes, he could ask for rewards.

It's a pity that he couldn't speak.

Hong Ying drew a line on her face with an eyebrow pencil, and there was a hole in the old man's throat.

At this time Fengqi Weng was speechless.

The record player said angrily: "Bitch, don't kill me, I haven't eaten yet!"

Hong Ying then drew her eyebrows: "My soul belongs to you, but give me some of your flesh and blood."

"Oh, you bitch, don't you want to live in this world?"

"It's different now," Hong Ying said with a smile, "I'm a big girl with a family and a family. It just so happens that these days are special, so I have to eat something to replenish my energy and blood."

"It's such a special day!" the record player sneered, "Why don't you have a baby?"

"It's almost time. When the time comes, I'll ask you, a wicked woman, to take care of my child!"

The record player was a little angry, and Honglian who was far away in the seventh room was even more angry.

Hong Ying, you bitch, can’t you eat the soul? Why do you have to eat flesh and blood?

Hong Ying finished drawing her eyebrows and asked affectionately: "Qilang, do you think I look good?"

"Shichiro, what do I want to ask you?"

"Shichiro, where are you?"

Li Banfeng was behind the phonograph.

The record player chuckled and said, "Hey, sir, don't touch my little slave's belly, it's so itchy!"

"Let my husband touch her to see if she has gained weight."

"My lord, why do you always hope that my little slave will gain weight?"

"Whether a family is prosperous or not depends entirely on whether the wife is fat or not!"

Hong Ying's body was shaking, and her disheveled hair was shaking along with her body.

Bongzhiweng's right hand broke free from the steam, dipped it in his own blood, and tried to write on the ground.

Hong Ying swayed her body and chopped off his right hand.

"Evil woman, eat quickly and don't cause any more trouble." Hong Ying was in front of the mirror, holding a comb and combing her hair angrily.

The record player held back his smile and said, "Mr. Sir, stop playing around and do serious things first."

Although the lady and Hong Ying dealt with it easily, they did not despise Fengzhi Weng at all.

Fengzhiweng used the broken bone in his arm to write on the ground.

The lady bound Fengzhiweng with steam and began to talk about his soul.

It was difficult for Li Banfeng to understand: "What does he write for?"

The lady was whispering and singing: "I'm here to get you, I'm here to get you. Please recite sutras before collecting debts."

"What's the meaning?"

"This is a ballad from the old days. It talks about the habit of asking for a reward. Before asking for reward, you must explain the rules clearly. If you don't explain clearly, you can't do anything."

"Is this the habit of serving a young man?"

"It's not a habit, it's a law. Not only worshipers, but all practitioners abide by this law.

The Bongzhiweng was transformed by the high-level Fengxiu. Judging from the quality of the soul, this Fengzhiweng should be at the eighth level. "

"What kind of sect is Fengxiu?"

“A Taoist sect that specializes in cultivating through dedication will give once and ask for reward once.

The Bongzhuowen is infiltrated by the new earth. The situation is special. He must donate at least three times before he can claim the reward. Otherwise, he will be counterattacked by his cultivation.

It is very rare for this thing to be seen in new places. How did Xianggong meet him? "

"He got a woman to lie to me, but I didn't fall for it. He moved a rock for me to sit on, used a branch as a crutch for me, and made a gust of wind to wipe my sweat. He said he had it three times..."

Fengzhiweng struggled for a while, and Li Banfeng reminded: "Be careful, madam, this old thing is very fast."

"He may not be very fast in his attacks, but his steps are indeed fast, but it also depends on who he targets. This is a technique of cultivating people, which is called collecting debts and chasing lives. Anyone who accepts his sacrifice will be pursued by him.

My husband, you have been able to deal with him for so long, and you are not slow at all! "

Well……

Li Banfeng quickly changed the subject: "Madam, do you see what he wrote?"

"There's nothing interesting to see. It's just writing down his rules. These rules don't have to be read out, they can be written down."

"Who will write it for us to read? If we don't read it, his technique won't be good either."

"It's not written for us. It's for me to recite sutras for worship. I have to understand it myself so that the techniques can be useful. The reason why I can't explain. I only know that this Taoist sect is a test of one's mind." ”

After the record player had eaten up its soul, Hong Ying took some flesh and blood from Fengzhi Weng's body and applied it to the tip of the spear.

After applying it, the tip of the gun looked even more ruddy.

She wanted to ask Li Qi if he looked good, but she heard Li Qi playing with the record player again.

Listening to the laughter of the record player, it seems that Li Qi is still rubbing the belly of the record player.

After Hong Ying finished eating, Pendulum and Earring rushed forward together. Tang Dao was not to be outdone, grabbed a piece of flesh and blood and ran away.

Judge Bi snorted and wanted to eat, but was too lazy to move.

The wine gourd and the old teapot each took a sip, and the record player took some blood and poured it on the tape. The tape that was originally more than half used began to grow rapidly, and soon it grew into a full roll.

The projector sighed: "Why are you so cruel!"

He released a girl, cut a piece of meat for him, and put it in the film room.

Gloves shook his head repeatedly and said, "I really can't stand it anymore."

He entered the third room, closed the door, and when no one was paying attention, spit out a piece of meat, trembling with excitement:

"This piece of meat is the best, and those guys and gals don't even understand it!"

Hong Ying sat in silence for a moment and suddenly felt a change in her body.

Conscience is growing, peaches are growing, and cultivation is recovering.

"I said, why are you all so greedy? Eating flesh and blood in this room is indeed very different!"

Hong Ying rushed forward and fought with everyone.

Li Banfeng cut a piece of meat and left it with Mengde.

"You have done a great job in this battle. When Hong Ying hit you before, he was too heavy-handed. Don't hold grudges."

Meng De held the peach and said with a wronged look: "Master, don't you even ask me to rub it?"

"Huh!" the record player said angrily, "Bitch, do you still want to be beaten? Hang on the wall!"

The family ate and drank their fill, and there was not much left of Fengqu Weng.

Li Banfeng brought Honglian and put it next to Fengqu Weng: "Eat it."

Honglian trembled for a moment, unfolded its petals, and seemed to say something to the record player.

The record player said impatiently: "I know, with less flesh and blood, there will naturally be less elixir, and I won't blame you."

Honglian was very angry, and Li Banfeng frowned and said: "Forget it, leave it for them to eat next time."

Honglian did not hesitate any more and took Fengqu Weng without leaving a drop of blood.

The record player reminded: "My husband, I don't know the origin of Fengqu Weng. In my impression, I will not encounter this thing for no reason. My husband should be more careful."

It's time to be more careful. It was a slug before, and now it's Fengqu Weng. Where did so many high-level wandering monsters come from?

And this matter has not been cleaned up yet.

Li Banfeng asked the projector: "Do you remember the appearance of Feng Qu Weng?"

PS: Who else has not cleaned up yet?