On the ground, Qingniu's eyes were full of determination after seeing no response for a long time, and his voice was also gentler.
"Xiaojiu, come on Grandpa Shu's back. Grandpa will carry you."
Hua Jiu, who was feeling less and less angry, couldn't bear to hear the words and quickly shook his head.
"Xiaojiu doesn't dare! Xiaojiu doesn't dare bother Grandpa Shu!"
"Grandpa, don't worry, Xiaojiu has learned something else and is now confident that he can fight!"
After speaking, he no longer hesitated and climbed onto Master Chang Ba's broad back.
"Thank you, Mr. Ba!"
Chang Baye roared and stood up, floating opposite the two sarcophagi, with endless hatred in his eyes.
"Xiao Ba is bold enough to ask Mr. Xiao to make the decision for Big Brother!"
These words made the two sarcophagi extremely aggrieved: Make the decision? What to do?
Now it is your eldest brother who is devouring our "flesh and blood essence", why are you still aggrieved...
However, the two sarcophagi couldn't say anything that was so damaging to morale, so they could only roar in unison and prepare to take action.
Even if they took action, they did not dare to release the corpses in the sea of blood. After all, the wooden coffin was obviously not full and was still devouring it crazily.
As a result, the strength of the two sarcophagi was greatly reduced.
You can even only use the method Song Lao just used - bumping.
If it were Chang Baye himself, he would definitely choose to fight hard to avenge his eldest brother.
But now it is difficult to carry Hua Jiu on his back... My little gentleman is so rich and valuable, how can he risk his life with the smelly coffin.
The world is rapidly unfolding, and the classic kite flying tactic reappears in "Jianghu".
Hua Jiunan is not a reckless person, so he is naturally happy to be like this.
The sound of the piano played and the eight swords were drawn out, quite like the scene where the two coffins bullied Mr. Song just now.
It's just that now it's just the other way around...
While they are fighting here, Song Lao and Zhang Jiao will naturally not stand idly by.
Leader Zhang, who was as ethereal as an immortal, spoke first.
"Senior Tree God, I personally think that it is unfair and inappropriate for them to fight two against one."
"What do you think, senior?"
Song Lao was just quiet and inactive, but he was not pedantic at all. He smiled when he heard the words.
"The leader is well-informed and compassionate towards the common people. If he thinks something is wrong, then it is really wrong."
"You and I still need to correct this."
Then the Yellow Turban horn sounded again, and the cow's cry resounded throughout the earth.
Before the old cow could take off, Chen, who had always been filial, decisively took off the little fascist's pants.
Pick the longest "hair", pull it out with a pop, and stuff it into the green cow's mouth.
"Grandpa Shu, eat it, and then blow up those two smelly coffins after you finish it!"
"Don't worry, fight them. Little Chirp's hairs... Damn, there are only three of them left?!"
“Oh Mom, I’ll have to use it sparingly in the future!”
Seeing that the little fascist had been completely reduced to a "three hairs", Chen Daji hurriedly helped him hold on to his iron trousers apologetically.
While wiping away his tears, he spoke to comfort him.
"Little Jiji, why are you crying? Haven't you heard that song?"
"Spring comes and spring comes back, the hair is gone...the hair will grow back sooner or later if it falls off..."
The little fascist was too lazy to pay attention to his unreliable boss. After giving Chen a "I believe you are a ghost" look, he ran to the arms of Xiao Wuxin for comfort.
Of course, Wu Xin was much more reliable than Chen. While gently picking up the little Fascist, he recited the "Growth Heavenly King Sutra" to help him grow hair... and restore his body.
After all, my brother is too kind and ill-fated, so it is very necessary to grow some "hair" as a spare.
With this thought, the little Fascist, who was held in Wuxin's arms, cried even more sadly...
On the other side, the arrogant Chen called all the ghosts and cocoons to his side and began to study the wooden coffins floating in the sea of blood.
"Big head Xin, how did Brother Chang get pulled out of the smelly coffin?"
Akuma was not as big-hearted as Mr. Chen, and while staring at the battle in the air, he replied: "It was pulled out, it was knocked out!"
Chen Daji was stunned: "Damn it, it was knocked out? What did you use to hit it so hard?"
"I'll use your big ship, Major General!" Akuma replied matter-of-factly.
"But the ship is in pieces. If you want to put it back together, you'll have to work hard!"
Chen Daji: "..."
"Big Head Xin, don't tell us that the pieces on the ground are all... Oh my god, are they all broken into pieces?!"
After feeling a little distressed, Chen immediately corrected his attitude.
"If the ball is broken, just break it! If you trade a boat for Brother Chang, it won't be a loss!"
"Isn't it just a boat? We have another one at home!"
Yan Bi took out the "Phantom" from the Dora A frame and stared at the two sarcophagi in the air, his eyes filled with evil intentions.
Obviously this guy is thinking about which one is better...
