Brother Shui shook his head, his big eyes that almost took up two-thirds of his face widened a bit, and he stared carefully at the direction where the fluctuations in the barrier were coming from.
Just like that, the fluctuation disappeared completely.
Brother Shui: "..."
grass!
Is he scaring himself?
Too!
This is the escaping pearl.
Even if Tiandao's impersonal thing comes, if he doesn't open the door to the Shizhu Pearl, that impersonal thing won't be able to get in.
Unless it does not exist within the six realms or beyond the five elements.
But is there such a thing in this world?
Zombies?
The zombie gens are long gone.
In this scientific age, if a zombie's rigid brain shows up, it is likely that he will be arrested by the special department of the country.
Thinking of this, Brother Shui, who was wary and restless, continued to lower his head and grind.
This time, I was grinding and scolding God at the same time.
"Old Niu, I am so restless, my ambition is thousands of miles away! As a result, this young and middle-aged man shed tears all over the floor with sadness... It's all because of that dog's way of heaven! He didn't retain any spiritual energy! He lost his incense and faith, Old Niu I... I don’t know when it will disappear!”
At this point, Brother Shui, who was grinding grain, suddenly stopped.
"Fuck! God is so disrespectful to me, why do I still practice diligently and conscientiously, old cow? What kind of evil and forbidden magic can't let me, old cow, live for tens of thousands of years?"
With this thought, Brother Shui's mind opened up and he discovered a new world in an instant.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the little devils Dingxi he had picked up one by one in the shabby little house not far away...
Devour them and gain their power...
It... As for having to do the work that a donkey can do now, barely maintaining his cultivation level without regressing is too scary?
He is a big buffalo!
The more Brother Shui thinks about it, the more feasible it becomes!
Moreover, those little ghosts are all wandering ghosts. They are either swallowed by him and thrown outside, or they are devoured and refined by other powerful ghosts or magicians.
In this case……
Brother Shui's clear big eyes slowly became covered with a layer of blood red.
He suddenly raised his head and roared at the unclear sky.
"It's all because of Dogecoin Tiandao! Wait for Lao Niu and my strength to increase greatly. Let's see if I don't kill Lao Niu and go to the ninth level. I'll beat up Dogecoin Tiandao, you dog... ow!"
A bolt of heavenly thunder struck directly above the World-Escaping Pearl like a sharp blade.
The power was so great that cracks appeared in the entire Escape Pearl.
Brother Shui: "..."
Brother Shui flew into a rage and cursed at the sky.
"Dog Coin Tiandao, you can chop it again! If you can't kill me, Lao Niu, Lao Niu will take your surname of Tian and change his name to Tien Niu!"
Another thunderbolt from heaven struck down, and the cracks in the Escapist Pearl deepened further.
Brother Shui: "..."
Brother Shui, who was full of anger, had even redder eyes, and there was even invisible anger leaking out from the depths of his eyes.
As his dissatisfaction rapidly increased.
The more dissatisfied he is, the more violent he becomes.
The stronger his anger, the more dissatisfied he felt.
Such a vicious cycle made Brother Shui's originally clear eyes quickly turn blood red.
The rope around his neck was cut off by the hostility around him, and Brother Shui ran straight to the shabby little house not far away like a wild horse.
Those eyes that were so scarlet that it seemed like there was blood flowing in them frightened dozens of little devils in the room and all screamed in surprise.
"Uncle Shui, what's wrong with you?"
"Uncle Shui, wake up!"
"Uncle Shui, don't do this, I'm afraid..."
…
The children said something to each other. The house was not big, but when there were too many voices, it was like countless little ducks calling their mother to their mother.
"Mommy mommy……"
"Quack, quack, quack..."
Brother Shui, the whole cow is in bad shape!
The blood-red eyes are even redder.
The hostility around him surged.
The little devils screamed in fright, and when they sensed the danger, they ran away quickly.
Brother Shui, whose soul was beginning to be eroded by hostility, suddenly shouted like a cow.
"Moo..."
He chased after him like a ghost.
With terrifying murderous intent.
The little devils were running around, screaming in fright.
"Ahhh!"
The next second, a little fat leg suddenly appeared in the unclear sky.
That little fat leg was pressed down hard.
The escaping pearl with cracks of varying depths shattered into pieces in an instant.
The abandoned small yard behind the Mangrove Orphanage is completely exposed to the cold and humid winter air.
Brother Shui: "..."
Before Brother Shui could realize what was going on, he got kicked in the face.
"Moo!!!"
Brother Shui was extremely angry.
He burst out with ferocity and rushed towards the opponent.
Rage and evil aura surged throughout his body and soul, and his blood-red eyes were aimed at the chubby child. He wanted to tear the little fat kid who dared to kick him in the face to pieces and eat his flesh!
Zaizai, who crushed the Shishi Pearl with one foot, looked at it and rubbed his chubby hands with gleaming eyes.
That's called an excited shout at it.
"Big buffalo, GOGOGO!"
Brother Shui: "..."
GO peat!
Brother Shui roared angrily.
"Little fat boy! Your ancestor is going to fight you!"
Zaizai stood there and waited quietly.
The moment Brother Shui rushed in front of her, the moment his head was about to hit Zaizai, he found that he suddenly couldn't move.
Zaizai, who might not even reach his knees when he jumped up, was looking up at him.
The little guy opened his big watery eyes and talked to it seriously.
"Big buffalo, you can't be the ancestor of Zaizai!"
Brother Shui: "..."
no!
Why could he suddenly not be able to bear it?
They say he is as strong as an ox, but he is a big buffalo!
"Little fat boy, what the hell are you talking about?"
Zaizai took a look at Brother Shui's height, then looked at the vicious aura and evil energy all around him, and took a sip of saliva.
But when he saw the faint golden light of merit in the other party's soul, Zaizai pursed his lips in great disappointment and stepped hard on Brother Shui's fifty-two-sized feet.
Brother Shui raised his head and screamed in pain.
"Ouch! Moo! It hurts me to death!"
"Little fat boy, what did you eat when you grew up?"
Zaizai snorted, holding his little hands and raising his head as hard as he could, all he could see was Brother Shui's big chin with stubble.
"I grew up eating ghost food!"
Running around, the little devils who had been surrounded by Bai Mingxu and Lu Huai using talismans said: "..."
Forget it if Uncle Shui has changed!
Why is there a fat baby who eats ghost food?
What's so delicious about ghosts?
They are both ghosts, but they don’t eat each other!
Brother Shui: "..."
What kind of being grew up eating ghost food?
Doesn’t the underworld care?
Does Xuanmen not care?
What about the country’s special departments?
Aren't ghost-eating beings scarier than ghosts like them?
He, who has been living a weird life for more than a thousand years, doesn't dare to go to a place like the imperial capital. This little fat kid with a Beijing accent has actually lived peacefully until now.
Don't be so partial!
Brother Shui is almost broken.
"Little fat bastard, you're eating something stupid...doesn't Xuanmen still have a special department to catch you?"
Zaizai kept his head raised, and his little neck was almost sore.
Xiao Naiyin spoke in a very puzzling manner.
"Why did they arrest me? I didn't break the law, and they can't beat me. If I don't beat them, they should be happy!"
Brother Shui: "..."
no!
Who is this little fat boy?
Look crazy!
You really deserve a beating!
[Hahahaha, what the old cow said while grinding is part of "The Turtle is Longevity" written by Cao Cao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. However, in order to fit the content of the text, Mi Da changed it a lot and changed it beyond recognition. Haha: The old man is full of ambitions. Thousands of miles; the martyr’s old age is full of ambition]
