When he saw his own soldiers, the disaster immediately woke up from his confusion.
"Hey, let me go, young skinheads? Why are you here?"
"Come quickly and let us take a look!"
The Xiaohai monks have obviously not been cheated by Chen yet, and they are very attached to and trust him. Just like when we were kids we loved playing with bad kids.
So they all gathered around the scourge, letting him ravage their little bald heads one by one, with dirty fingerprints on each one.
"Namo Amitabha, hello, boss!"
Chen was obviously quite satisfied with the attitude of the young skinheads.
"Hey, brothers... By the way, what did you say just now? What doesn't it mean?"
Hearing the question from the disaster, Wu Dexiao and Zhang Shizu subconsciously wanted to run away.
But under Mr. Chen's sharp eyes, he didn't dare to move. He just wanted to cry without tears.
With no choice but to look at the little bald heads pitifully, I hope they will be merciful.
All the monks Xiaohai gave a look of disdain and said righteously: "Monks don't lie!"
"Boss, boss, we all saw it. It was the naked donor who slapped your big mouth just now!"
"The donor who didn't have a naked butt also wanted to spank you, but he didn't dare!"
Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled ferociously: "Really?!"
"Xiao Yu, Chao'er and his ancestors, come here, let's have a good chat!!"
After a while, Hui Hui felt refreshed. Zhang Shizu covered his face and squatted in the corner in aggrieved manner, drawing circles.
If the person is immoral, his nose will be bruised and his face will be swollen, and he will have a shaky voice when speaking.
"Oh, my little bald head, you are in great trouble!"
"Since you've been here a long time ago, why don't you come out to help deal with that guy!"
The young skinhead is innocent and answers confidently when he hears the words.
"We are ambushing the enemy over there, waiting to circle and kick him!"
"Who do you blame for not driving him over!"
"Ah, that's it..." Wicked Cocoon was speechless for a moment.
Mr. Chen was too lazy to look at the "traitor" named Wude Yu, and shouted to Zhang Shizu in the corner.
"Chao'er, his ancestor, you said that was Uncle Liu just now? Why did he hit us? Was he possessed by a ghost or became a relative of yours?!"
When it comes to his professional issues, Zhang Shizu immediately became serious.
"Young General, Shopkeeper Liu is neither human nor ghost. It is impossible for him to be possessed by a ghost, let alone a big rice dumpling."
"In my opinion...I think he has been possessed by a witchcraft!"
As soon as Zhang Shizu finished speaking, he saw the paper figures and broken paper bugs dropped by shopkeeper Liu suddenly condensed into a line.
That's right, it was just something like a paper rope, and then it swished toward the ground.
When the little fascist closest to it saw this, he immediately stretched out his chubby hand and pulled it hard.
But because he was too weak, he was dragged forward by others.
"Big chirp, big chirp!"
The young skinheads were the first to react, and all rushed forward, trying to pull back like a tug of war.
Under the exertion of both parties, the paper rope broke with a bang:
It burrows into the soil and disappears, just like the earthworms we pulled off when we were young;
Although the other end was held down by the little fascists and monks, it was still shaking and struggling.
"This thing came to life?!"
Chen firmly stepped on half of the paper rope with his foot, and then squatted on the ground to observe carefully.
A piece of paper rope that disappeared out of curiosity suddenly sprang out from the ground, and then with a whooshing sound, it was wrapped around the neck of the disaster and went deep into the ground.
"Oh shit!"
There was no time to avoid the disaster, and the soul was immediately pulled out of the body and dragged into the ground.
The fleshly body fell to the ground with a thud, standing straight and making no sound anymore.
"Little monster!" "Young General!" "Boss!"
Several exclamations came at the same time, and Xiao Shenwa, the spirit of the earth, even followed the whooshing sound and got into the ground, leaving only Zhang Shizu and others looking at each other.
"Big Chirp!"
Wicked Cocoon stretched out a thick finger, carefully tested Mr. Chen's breath and almost cried.
"The great, great number one warrior died like this?!"
The young skinhead was an activist. He immediately fell to the ground in tears and delivered the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Reincarnation Sutra" to his boss for salvation...
