The Yin-Yang Corpse was very fast and approached Song Heqing in the blink of an eye.
The Taoist priest not far away shouted:
"careful!"
I originally thought that involving two ordinary people would be a dereliction of their duties.
If these two people still died because of their negligence, then they are really to blame.
But the next scene shocked these Taoist priests.
The yin and yang corpses were rushing towards each other, so they couldn't take another half step forward.
At this moment, his head was being held by a white and slender hand.
This hand seemed to have a huge force, preventing it from advancing even an inch.
The Yin-Yang Corpse did not give up, and stretched out a head from its belly again, biting Song Heqing's belly.
He had the attitude of not giving up until Song Heqing was eaten.
Everything happened too fast, Zhao Feixin shouted loudly:
"careful!"
Only a "crack" sound was heard, and the woman's head in the belly of the Yin-Yang corpse had a painful expression:
"It's so hard, my teeth are falling out!"
Song Heqing said calmly:
"Your teeth are too bad. Let me help you treat them."
After saying that, he thrust down with his left hand and put his fingers into his mouth.
Snapped! Break off a front tooth.
"Uh, what did you do to me? Why can't I get my body back!"
Song Heqing didn't pay any attention to him, and just took care of himself and broke his teeth like corn kernels, one after another, which was very relaxing.
As for the hands, let her bite them.
After a while, all the teeth were broken out.
The woman in the belly yelled:
"I am going to kill you!"
Almost instantly, all her teeth grew back, neat and white.
"Don't scream at night, the neighbors are sleeping!"
Snap, a slap.
"you……"
"Pah." Backhand again.
"Open the bow from left to right, so that the shot will be symmetrical and beautiful!"
The woman spat out a mouthful of broken teeth.
The two heads were angry at the same time, and Song Heqing simply released his control on them:
"It's too much!"
The Taoist priests behind him had actually gathered around him, but they were dumbfounded by Song Heqing's actions and hesitated whether they should step forward to help.
It seems... there is no need.
The anger of Yin Yang Corpse almost reached the sky, and he even forgot to escape, so he chose to attack Song Heqing again.
The cement floor under my feet instantly cracked.
Song Heqing, however, reached out his hand lightly and caught the blow.
He pinched his wrist and twisted it to the right, and quickly drove two nails into his elbow and shoulder with his left hand.
The opponent's left arm was like a dead snake, instantly paralyzed and hanging down.
The other side did the same thing.
In front of everyone's horrified eyes, Song Heqing played with the Yin Yang Corpse like dough.
First, he pushed his legs up over his shoulders, then kicked his waist hard, stepped on it, and folded it up.
The last two limp hands were brought up to the back and tied into a knot.
Completed.
A human ball was born.
He looked at the Taoist priests:
"Here you go, do you want it? If not, I'll take care of it."
The leading Taoist priest was excited and nodded repeatedly:
"If you want to..."
Song Heqing kicked Yin Yang Corpse over:
"Keep it."
After rolling around for a few times, the Yin-Yang Corpse continued to say harsh words:
"I...will...not...let you... go..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was sealed by a yellow talisman.
The Taoist priests paid a great tribute to Song Heqing:
"Thank you, senior, for your help and eliminating harm for the people. I don't know where the senior's dojo is. We will definitely visit you to pay our respects someday."
"You're welcome for this little thing. Fortunately, this Yin-Yang corpse hasn't mastered its skills yet. Otherwise, your skills of converting black dog blood into bullets wouldn't be enough."
After saying that, Song Heqing turned around and left, followed by Zhao Feixin, looking back from time to time.
Seeing the figure of "senior" disappearing around the corner, the Taoist priests lifted up the human ball, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the alley.
Along the way, Zhao Feixin was full of stars.
With his mind wide open, he chirped and asked:
"Let me go, why are you so powerful?"
"Are you the kind of outsider in the novel?"
"Then can you control the wind and rain? Can you breathe fire?"
Hearing this, Song Heqing rolled his eyes.
Zhao Feixin, however, thought he was looking at the sky, as if suddenly enlightened, and slapped his thigh:
"I understand, you were sent by God to guide me, right?"
"Let me just say, the ancients once said that when heaven is about to entrust a great task to a person, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body..."
Song Heqing stopped and glanced at him:
"What about the ones at the back? Why don't you carry them?"
"Uh... not important."
He came over and winked with a mean expression:
"Are you interested in my talent? Is it true that I am a genius that only happens once in a hundred years? Do you want to teach me how to become an immortal?"
Song Heqing laughed out loud:
"Hahaha."
Snapped!
It gave him a thought:
"If you dream about cultivating immortality, think about the money you have to eat first."
Zhao Feixin was so aggrieved that she poured out all her depression these days:
"Then why are you doing this to me? I'm living a good life."
"Having a good life? When you were the eldest young master, didn't you think about some irrelevant things every day?"
Zhao Feixin retorted, but her voice weakened:
"Then...then I don't think I lack care, so I did it on purpose."
By the time I finished speaking, the tips of my ears were red.
Song Heqing's expression was teasing:
"Oh, now you are honest and don't lack love?"
"No...it's mainly due to lack of money."
"Then you will be absent for a while longer."
"Don't, I will really starve to death if you don't need me anymore! Grandpa, just take pity on the poor child and borrow some more money."
Zhao Feixin fell to the ground, grabbing his calf.
Song Heqing’s head was full of questions:
"Didn't I lend you more than seven thousand, and it's gone so quickly?"
"Well, the rent only cost more than two thousand, and the consumption of glutinous rice is not small. And you said you can't eat other things. I ate glutinous rice chicken, salty rice dumplings, sweet rice dumplings, glutinous rice cakes for half a month...fart They all taste like glutinous rice.”
Hearing this, Song Heqing frowned:
"You are still renting a house worth more than 2,000 yuan now?"
Zhao Feixin:
"Is there anything cheaper? Doesn't that mean we have to live in the sewers?"
Song Heqing understood the meaning:
"You won't be fooled!"
………………
An hour later, Song Heqing handed the one thousand two hundred dollars in his hand to Zhao Feixin:
"Idiot, a house worth a thousand and a dollar costs two thousand and three."
Zhao Feixin wants to cry but has no tears:
"How did I know this? He said that it was possible to rent a house on a monthly basis, without a deposit, and he would charge me 2,300 yuan. I thought... this is the price for renting a house."
For this young master who has no fingers in the water, this kind of thing is really difficult for him.
However, Zhao Feixin is still very curious:
"How did you get the money back from the landlord? We signed the contract."
"Don't worry about it, live well, and just pay five hundred yuan from now on."
Upstairs, the landlord held the contract and read it over and over again, his eyes burning through the paper.
After checking for a long time, I still can’t figure it out:
"It's weird, the number you filled in at that time was two thousand three!?!"
Walking on the street, the smell of the food stalls made Zhao Feixin, who had a little money, swallow her saliva:
"To express my gratitude, I'll treat you to a late-night snack. Do you want to eat it?"
Before Song Heqing could answer, the big TV in the food stall room not far away was broadcasting gossip entertainment programs.
Zhao Feixin's heart dropped when she saw it.
Appetite was cut in half.
blurted out:
"Fuck me!"
