Lord of Puluo

Mengde gained the upper hand in the dispute, and Li Banfeng sensed the change in technique.

The old man was still patiently reasoning, and he was really able to reason: Whether it hurts the devil or not, that woman will hurt your master's life. I saved your master, so this sacrifice must be counted.

Mengde was speechless again, and Li Banfeng's right leg that had just been loosened began to lose control again.

What else can you say? The old man raised the dagger again.

Li Banfeng asked: How did you know that woman wanted to hurt my life?

The old man said: She made teasing remarks for no reason, so she is naturally planning something evil!

Meng De caught the flaw: That's not necessarily true. Maybe the woman fell in love with my master and sincerely threw herself into her arms!

The old man shook his head and said: Such remarks are really ridiculous!

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

Li Banfeng was also told that the woman was really the old man's accomplice.

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

Mengde seized the opportunity and began to attack fiercely: You are a shameless person who has no shame and shame. Together with a shameless woman, you used despicable means to seduce my master.

My master is unmoved by his righteousness. You are making a farce by shouting to catch the thief, but you still talk about dedication and ask for no reward.

You seem to be a low-handed person who can only beg for food in the gutter. You still dare to stir up trouble here and act mischievously. You have lived a long life in vain. I really don’t know how to write the word low-level person!

It was easy to scold him, and the scolding made the old man dumbfounded and speechless.

Li Banfeng felt that the restraints on his legs had been lifted by seven or eight points, so he waited for the right moment to take out the keys.

There is no rush.

The train father-in-law had reminded Li Banfeng that his small action of taking out the keys would attract others' attention.

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

It's strange, it's me he wants to control, why do he always reason with Mengde?

Is it possible that this truth was not told to me?

Who else could he tell it to?

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: Let's not mention the fact that I saved him for the moment. I still gave him three tributes!

So what do you say?

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

That counts!

Can you still play like this?

The old man did act in 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 think about it or not, as long as you look at it, you are in debt to the old man.

Li Banfeng couldn't think of a way to deal with it, but Meng De was very calm.

She loosely unbuttoned her clothes.

What is this going to do? Is this something I learned from the projector?

Mengde took off some of his cheongsam, revealing a pair of fragrant 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 your reward.

Meng De snorted and said: If you don't want it, don't look at it. If you look at it, you will accept it!

Dexiu actually restrained his sect.

The old man was furious and trembling all over.

The restraint on Li Banfeng's legs completely disappeared.

He immediately took out the key, opened the door, grabbed Mengde and ran into the house.

Stop leaving! The old man reached out to grab Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng took advantage of the situation and dragged the old man into the house.

The room was dark except for a candlelight.

There was a mirror next to the candle, and a spear was facing the mirror for dressing.

Chang Qiang is dressing up...

This situation made the old man deep in thought.

Suddenly a blast of gongs and drums came from behind, and a clear singing voice came.

Hey you bitch, your eyes are obviously blind, but why are you looking in the mirror?

I like to look in the mirror because I look pretty.

How do you look good?

You have a beautiful face and waist, 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: After living for so many years, I really saw a demon today!

Hong Ying followed the voice and turned around: Who do you think is a monster?

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

Li Banfeng was startled: You say I'm a monster?

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

A ball of steam suddenly bound the old man's right hand, making him unable to throw the fruit.

Hey, sir, you brought back a Bongzhiweng.

Li Banfeng was stunned: What is Fengqi Weng?

The record player said: A kind of wandering monster in the new land offers three times and asks for three rewards. This thing is not low level! This is our home. If the wild fruits fall to the ground, it means that we have collected his things. Isn't that right? Didn’t you accept his donation again?”

The old man was about to put his left hand into his pocket again, and a powerful force came over him. The old man trembled in fright, and with a whoosh, his left hand fell to the ground.

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

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

The record player hummed: Bitch, if you accept one of his hands, it's considered a sacrifice.

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

Whoosh!

There was another sound, and one of the old man's legs was broken at knee level.

The old man wanted to talk. He had one hand and two legs. With three offerings, he could ask for reward.

It's a pity that he can'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 am 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 relies exclusively on dedication to practice, 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 before the technique 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 covered Tao Zi and said with an aggrieved look, Master didn't even say he would rub it for me.

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

The family had enough to eat and drink, and there was not much left by the minister.

Li Banfeng brought the red lotus and placed it next to Fengzhi Weng: Eat it.

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

The record player said impatiently: I know, if there is less flesh and blood, there will naturally be less elixirs. I won't blame you.

Hong Lian was very angry. Li Banfeng frowned and said, Forget it if you don't want to eat it. Let's leave it for them to eat later.

Honglian didn't hesitate any longer and took the Bongtori Weng without leaving a drop of blood.

The record player reminded: My lord, we still don't know the origin of this fengzhiweng. In my impression, I would never encounter this thing for no reason. My lord, please be more careful.

It's time to be more careful. It was a slug before, but now it's a Bongtiaoweng. Where can there be so many high-level monsters?

And the matter hasn't been cleaned up yet.

Li Banfeng asked the projector: Do you remember Fengqi Weng's appearance?

PS: Who else hasn’t cleaned up yet?