Chapter 18 I’m coming!

The house was as red as blood, and the protruding corners on the eaves looked like a pair of strange ears.

Old monk Lingyu, Chen Zhu, and Wang Hua were tied under the eaves at this moment.

They were seriously injured, and their acupuncture points were pricked by several strange black needles, and they couldn't even circulate a trace of Qi.

The three of them had the illusion that they were like three pieces of bacon being dried.

Chen Zhu's face was ashen, and he sighed with emotion: "I think that the whitest and most handsome person among the three generations of disciples of Chen Zhu's utensils sect has been plotted by a shameless villain and is about to die soon."

Wang Hua said pitifully: "Brother, I don't want to die yet."

Old monk Lingyu murmured: "Amitabha, I'm afraid Shaoxia Ji will not be able to escape this disaster. It was his old age that harmed him."

Hearing this, the three of them sighed together.

At this time, the purple-robed woman came out and couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.

Old monk Lingyu, who originally had high hopes for Ji Que, has now resigned himself to his fate.

He believed that Ji Que could arm-wrestle with the divine envoy Zhi Tou, provided that Ji Que was prepared and could have an honest duel with Zhi Tou.

It's a pity that this finger is not only powerful, but also very good at playing dirty tricks.

Wang Hua failed to escape, and Finger pretended to be her. They could basically predict Ji Que's ending.

It’s just an extra piece of “bacon” on the side.

The reason why they are still alive is because the wild god wants to eat alive, and it is not yet time to sacrifice.

For a moment, all three of them felt a little disheartened.

Of course, it's more of frustration.

Especially the two senior brothers Chen Zhu and Wang Hua were terribly aggrieved.

Being tricked to death without even using your true skills is simply more uncomfortable than being force-fed with shit.

At this time, the purple-robed woman came over.

Wang Hua and Chen Zhu suddenly became nervous, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Half of the face of this purple-robed woman is extremely beautiful, but the other half has terrible sores. Flies sometimes hover around her rotten face, which looks quite scary.

The reason why Wang Hua and Chen Zhu were trembling was because this woman's heart was not much better than her rotten face.

She enjoys torturing people.

When Chen Zhu saw the other party walking towards his junior sister, he couldn't help but said: "If you have the guts to attack me, why should a woman embarrass a woman?"

Wang Hua quickly said: "My senior brother is right, you torture him, don't embarrass me."

Monk Lingyu opened his mouth and said, "What are you trying to do to the old monk? He is not as knowledgeable as a child."

"I'll come." Chen Zhu said hurriedly.

"I'll come." Monk Lingyu said.

For a moment, the two of them were fighting each other, and those who didn't know it thought they were being rewarded.

The next moment, the woman in purple grabbed a black needle on Chen Zhu's chest and twisted it. Chen Zhu's face suddenly twisted in pain.

"You are so active, do you really like this feeling?" The woman in purple said like a cat playing with a mouse.

Chen Zhu was tied there, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. His nose and tears were streaming down his face, and he said hoarsely: "No, you should go get the master, I can't do it anymore."

Old monk Lingyu sighed and said, "Xiao Chen can't bear it anymore, let the old monk do it."

The woman in purple laughed, showing her white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, we can join in."

As she spoke, she put her right hand on a black needle on the old monk's shoulder and started twisting it together.

The old monk's face suddenly turned red, as if he was about to bleed, but he still gritted his teeth and did not scream.

On the other hand, Chen Zhu really couldn't stand it.

Wang Hua saw this and shouted: "Let go of my senior brother and come at me!"

"Don't worry, you are the same."

At this time, the woman in purple stretched her legs, clamped a black needle on Wang Hua's towering chest with her toes, and started twisting.

This time, Wang Hua burst into tears in pain.

Seeing the painful expressions on the three people's faces, the woman in purple couldn't help but smile happily.

A few flies buzzed over and landed on her rotten face.

She ignored it and her expression became more and more happy.

It seems that there is nothing more pleasant than this in the world.

Chen Zhu's entire face was distorted with pain. He wanted to faint, but he couldn't.

His bottom line is not to hurt his crotch.

Men still need to have face.

But he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.

"It makes me so happy to see you like this." The woman in purple mocked.

As a result, at this moment, the grass in the distance suddenly moved, and a spherical object suddenly flew towards it, causing a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

The woman in purple who was enjoying herself turned her head and her pupils instantly shrank into two dark dots.

There was a loud bang, as if a muffled thunder fell on the ground.

The spherical thing roared and hit the purple-clothed woman's legs, causing a clear sound of bone and flesh shattering.

The change was so sudden that the three monks, Lingyu and Monk, opened their mouths wide and their saliva flowed down like silk.

In their sight, the woman in purple was suddenly attacked, and her legs were visibly broken, bent, and shattered, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

Then her whole body was spinning violently in the air like a stinky raft, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The purple-clothed woman's legs were completely broken and she fell to the ground, vomiting blood and screaming in pain, while showing an extremely horrified expression.

Only then did she see clearly what hit her.

That is a person, but it is difficult to call him a person.

The man's neck and waist were probably broken, his head was stuck in his crotch, and his hands and feet were tangled together, making him look like a Cuju made of meat.

Seeing the head stuck in the crotch, the face of the woman in purple couldn't help but tremble violently, and flies flew off her face.

She recognized that face. Lord God Envoy has three sides, and that is the most vicious side.

But now, the most ferocious God Envoy was turned into a meat Cuju, and he flew towards her and severely injured her?

The powerful vitality of the God Envoy became a liability at this time, because even so, he was not completely dead yet, with an expression of pain and despair on his face.

The woman in purple almost stopped breathing.

Growing up, she had done many things to make children stop crying, such as cutting off the hands and feet of her parents and younger brother's family who had abandoned her, cutting them into human sticks, and leaving them at home to starve to death.

But this time, it was her who was afraid.

At this time, a figure wearing a scholar's robe appeared in sight.

Even from a distance, you can still see the handsomeness that makes people feel like spring breeze.

The girl in purple felt great fear, but the three monks Lingyu who watched this scene were so excited that their eyes filled with tears.

"Master, are you okay?"

Ji Que looked at the old monk hanging there like a piece of old bacon and asked.

"Amitabha, the old monk is fine."

"My mother, Ji Quexia fought back and still looks so handsome!" Wang Hua said with eyes shining and saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Zhu's face turned green and he said: "Junior sister, although this is your true intention, you may not be able to show it in front of me. This makes me uncomfortable."

Immediately, he drooled, looked at Ji Que, and said excitedly: "Ji Que, hero, I like you!"

At this time, Ji Que had already walked over and replied: "I'm sorry, brother, I don't really like men at the moment."

"Master, what should I do?"

"Young hero, just pull out the black needles on my body."

At this time, the girl in purple no longer had any fighting spirit. She grabbed the ground with both hands, dragged her limp legs, and walked as fast as flying, trying to escape.

Chen Zhu and the others had their black needles pulled out and put down.

Wang Hua said excitedly: "Ji Qiao Xia, that woman wants to escape!"

Ji Que was about to step up to chase after him, but Chen Zhu suddenly jumped out and said excitedly: "Young hero, let me do this little thing!"

With that said, he staggered into the house, and then rushed out on a coffin board.

So under the gaze of everyone, the woman in purple, who was walking with flying hands, was hit by a flying coffin board in an instant, and flew into the grass with a scream.

"Damn it, take your life!"

Chen Zhu jumped down like a ferocious tiger and pounced in.

The grass shuddered for a while, and the weeds fell down. Then, Chen Zhu's cry for help came - "Ah! Junior sister, help me, she bit my toes!".

Ji Que: "."

Monk Lingyu: "."

Wang Hua covered her chest and said sullenly: "Brother, can you stop being so embarrassing!"

As she said that, she also stepped on a "coffin board" and rushed over.

Ji Que looked at this scene and couldn't help but ask: "Master, are your two friends selling coffins?"
Chapter completed!