Seeing the disaster, the little Taoist priest quickly introduced the magic of his lighter.
"Boss Chen, the lighters we gave you were made by the boss himself. We only made two of them!"
"Although you can't say anything, it is not only windproof, but also waterproof! The leader said that this way I can burn talismans and fight around the clock! I won't be a hindrance to Boss Hua!!"
"And... and the most important thing is, this thing will never need to be inflated for a lifetime!!"
After listening to Liao Ping's "product introduction", Chen, who was originally angry, suddenly became interested.
"Damn it, is it so amazing?!"
Yan Bi snatched the lighter with a swish, and squatted in the corner with the little fascist and his body, having a great time.
Seeing that the disaster was finally eliminated, the little Taoist finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
He walked up to Hua Jiunan and said respectfully: "Boss Hua, it's not that our sect didn't prepare a gift for you, but the leader has something to say: In terms of seniority alone, you are one of our ancestors."
"If there is something missing from the Patriarch, just come to Zhengyimen Court to get it."
"Even if all the treasure trove is moved, it is still the family's business, and the wealth will not flow to other people's fields."
"If everyone in the main sect frowns, they will be sorry for the friendship between the four heavenly masters!"
What the little Taoist said was sincere, and you could tell at a glance that it was not a hypocritical response.
Hua Jiunan was moved and cupped his fists in the direction of Longhu Mountain.
"Keep the friendship between your noble sect and Hua Jiu Nan in your heart, and we will definitely share the joys and sorrows, advance and retreat together in the future!"
After facing the Nine Difficulties of Wanhua, the little Taoist priest finally plucked up the courage to walk in front of the Northern Blood Dragon.
Looking at his teacher's head of white hair, the little Taoist priest felt even more uneasy.
"Teacher, these two bottles of elixir are specially prepared for you by this disciple."
"One bottle is the Jiuxin Pill left by Master Zutian, and the other bottle...the other bottle was given to the three masters by the master when I made them so angry that they had brain hemorrhage..."
After finishing speaking, the little Taoist priest didn't wait for Chang Huaiyuan to react. After putting the elixir into his hand, he jumped into Chen Fu's room as if running for his life.
The Northern Dragon Lord was left standing alone and messy in the wind.
Suxiao Jiuxin Pill...an elixir for treating cerebral hemorrhage...the amount of information seems a bit large...
Are you planning ahead and preparing in advance?
Are you worried that Chang will be so angry that he will be hospitalized for cerebral hemorrhage? ! !
Looking at the elixir in his hand, Chang Huaiyuan couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts: Although his disciple has filial piety, it is obviously "not much"...
It was rare to see the always graceful Northern Blood Dragon like this, and Hua Jiu couldn't help but smile.
Without disturbing the other party's "thinking about life", I went to talk to my deaf mother-in-law in her room.
At the same time, he was thinking about how to rescue Crow Ancestor safely in three days.
After a night of silence, Hua Jiunan, who had just finished his morning practice the next morning, heard noisy voices coming from the village.
In the small mountain village that was closed in the 1990s, apart from weddings and weddings, the only thing that caused such excitement was the small traders who came from other places.
For example, those who buy candy figures, those who buy various groceries and toys, and those who buy various cheap household appliances.
They are even worn by people who tell fortunes while walking around the streets.
Chen Daji likes to be lively, so when he heard the crowd, he immediately ran out with the ginseng baby, carrying the hopeless white crow on his head.
"Boss, boss, why are we going to take a look? If it's fun, I'll call you right back!"
Hua Jiu smiled and nodded, minding his own business and kept rinsing and wiping his body with cold water.
Of course, our little teacher is wearing training uniforms and trousers, and he only wipes his upper body...
After a while, I saw Mr. Chen back in despair...and naked.
Not just him, but also the little ginseng baby.
Even the white fur of the little crow was shaved off, and it turned into a "white chicken" again.
The two guys obviously felt embarrassed, so they just laughed sarcastically at Hua Jiunan and swooped back into the house.
Hua Jiu was ugly and curious, thinking to himself: What is going on? Could it be that there are robbers coming to the village?
But if the robber meets Chen Daji, he will be the unlucky one!
No matter how bad his good brother is, now ten or eight ordinary people are not enough to support him with one arm.
Let alone a human being, not even a century-old ghost...
