Supernatural: at the Beginning of the Game, the Six-flavored Rehmannia Was Eaten and the Body Was Pe

The face of the chair ghost who was directly beaten was swollen into a pig's head.

The chair ghost was beaten with Venus all over his head, and he couldn't control the other chairs at all.

How dare you say no to a chair.After biting over, the chairs that were still halfway stopped moving, and they fell from the air, all over the floor.Jiang Han patted his face to wake him up: "Young man, can you improve my sedentary experience?" "I have an immature idea."

Quickly nodded: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"As you say, it is my lifelong pursuit to make you sit comfortably!"

"I thought about it carefully, and suddenly I felt that your evaluation of these chairs just now is in place! It is indeed too hard and too awkward!" "You let me go, I promise to improve! It takes a lifetime to transform the chairs. Everyone is satisfied, okay!?" He looked at Jiang Han expectantly.

Jiang Han grinned: "No, I have a solution now." Finished speaking.

He directly carried the chair ghost in one hand, and came to the seat like a chicken.

"Look, the reason why this chair is cold and hard is that it lacks a soft cushion." Jiang's smile gradually became dangerous, "and you... the size seems to be just right, why not, you Lie down on it and serve our butts?"

hmmmm!Always feel that the recent chapter titles are a bit hentai! .

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The more the chair ghost listened, the more wonderful his face became.

I grass!

Laozi is a red-clothed realm, who kills without blinking an eye, and you actually want Laozi to serve your ass? !

face! ?

Does your tm ass have such a big face!

He was full of anger, but he didn't dare to say it directly.

After holding back a chapter of dark blue and terrifying grimace, he finally could only say: "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Brother, I also want to save face. You said that I am a red-clothed ghost with a head and a face. If I do this, how will I be outside in the future..." Jiang Han touched his chin and thought for a while: "You are right."

"Well then, I'll beat you to death, use your corpse as a chair cushion, and write 4 big characters on your face by the way, will it have a little more face?" Threatening, the chair ghost sneered: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

He moved neatly, climbed up on the chair, and then lay straight on the chair in a smooth manner, and continued to say proudly, "My dignified red-clothed ghost is naturally not afraid of these threats." It's not shabby." The chair ghost found a lot of reasons for himself.

He couldn't hide his shame.

When someone Jiang sat on his stomach...

A tear of sadness and grievance slipped silently from the corner of his eye.

Mom, I'm impure, I'm stained by a man's ass!

Thirty seconds later.

Looking at the four butts that were pressing on him, the chair was dripping with tears, and the so-called picking up soap was nothing more than that.

"Hey, don't say it..." Asked Mi Po's panic from the beginning, the more comfortable she sat in the back, and finally she couldn't help but sigh, "It is indeed a lot more comfortable to sit in this way, little brother, you are really a god. .". "Zhang Xiaohua gave Jiang Han a thumbs up: "Cow!Brother, you really have an idea. It is really a waste of talents for the railway station to not invite you to plan. "

The pure-hearted Taoist is an expert, and he expresses contempt for the way they are licking the big guys and flattering: "Do you dare to be a little more explicit, and you are not ashamed!?" A bottle of Coke was brought to Jiang Han with both hands, "Come on, little brother, ice Coke is not good for the stomach, drink this for me." Jiang Han blushed and declined his kindness.

He originally planned to come to fish in troubled waters, wait for the monsters to hit the back, and force a wave to harvest people's heads.

Who knows, it has become like this now.

Three or five minutes of rest.

Jiang Han and others got up.

"Get these seats back one by one, and screw them up." Jiang Han said ghostly to the chair he just climbed down, "It's shameful to destroy public property at will, you know?" "Move these chairs arbitrarily and destroy the fixed screws. , how much loss this will bring to the railway station!" The Taoist Qingxin couldn't help but look away.

I still remember.

I didn't know who it was just now, and kicked the entire gate directly with one kick.

The chair ghost chicken nodded as if pecking at the rice, and quickly restored the chairs one by one, and then personally took the screwdriver and screwed them back one by one, sweating profusely.

Finally done.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and approached Jiang Han with a sense of accomplishment: "Boss, I've done it."

Jiang Han was very distressed when he saw how tired he was: "The dignified ghost in red, how embarrassing it would be to see you so embarrassed and tired, I'll help you deal with this problem." Bang!

Punch out.

The red-clothed realm chair ghost who had just stopped to take a breath turned into a cloud of black air and would never have to rest.

The leading party elevator made a shy face, and quickly came up: "Boss, do you want to take a break, or should we continue to find the next lucky player?" Jiang Han said: "Let's warm up with two red-clothed ghosts, So far, I haven't sweated a single drop, and the amount of exercise tonight is really too low." "It's better, Brother Qingxin, it's more comfortable to toss." The Taoist Qingxin covered his face and walked silently to the back of the team.I feel offended!

Did he want to exercise?

That can't be beat!

If he could be the same as this enchanting monster, if he could hit anything with a punch, he wouldn't want to toss the bones of a middle-aged man.

"I'll set a small goal for you." Jiang Han looked at the elevator ghost seriously and said, "The next wave must make me sweat a little bit, can I do it?" The elevator ghost was hairy when he looked at it.

This man knows what urine is.

A master who kills ghosts without a word.

He immediately gave a salute: "Brother, I promise to do it." The elevator ghost thought for a while, and decided to increase the amount. , This time, three more powerful red-clothed realm ghosts were arranged for this boss. The one just now had more than [-] people's blood. The elevator ghost was going to find three existences that devoured more than [-] people on average.

He turned around.

Target locked.

Then he came back and reported to Jiang Han: "Boss, I found three beings in the red-clothed realm, one is the one who has swallowed the blood of [-] people, one is the blood of [-] people, and the other is about [-] people, you see, let's Are you coming one by one?" The elevator ghost was a little beaten in his heart.

The intensity was too violent all of a sudden, he was afraid that Jiang Han would misunderstand that he was trying to kill him, so he quickly added, "If you think it's too much, let's let go one or two, or slow down and finish the fight. One rest and the next one." Jiang Han shook his head: "Tell me the location." "I'll come one by one (very good)." The elevator ghost was relieved and handsome.The three pure-hearted Taoists also breathed a sigh of relief.

One by one, that's fine.

If they go together, they also feel that Jiang Su can't stand it.

Having swallowed more blood, corresponding to the chair ghost just now, it is not as simple as multiplying the strength by three. It is conservatively estimated that the weakest is ten times stronger than the chair ghost.

Such existence, if Jiang Han can deal with one, it would be good.

The elevator ghost said the location one by one: "Look, on the rest table of the stairs over there, there is one who is counting the stairs, and next to the water dispenser over there, there is a bottomless cup to drink water every day. Yes, there's another one, over at the display desk, doing makeup."

A cruel smile appeared on Jiang Han's face.

one by one?

No, what he means is, provoke them one by one, and then take them all away in one wave! .

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Daoist Qingxin and the others simply thought that Jiang Han was no more.

Watching him honestly go to the stair lounge, the three of them were still a little nervous.

"The one who counts the stairs doesn't know what the curse is." Zhang Xiaohua said worriedly, "I'm really worried that he won't be able to withstand the existence that has swallowed the blood of [-] people."

"It should be fine." The Taoist Qingxin whispered, "According to his character, he may be going to trigger the curse. If the red-clothed ghost is really too strong, we have to take action as soon as possible, just in case." The three of them Everything was negotiated secretly.

Jiang Hanren has come to the stairs.

People, do not see people.

The stairs were empty.

but.

Following Jiang Han one step up the stairs.

The sound of counting the stairs increased.In his ear, in the stairwell, a slight but gloomy murmur suddenly sounded: "One flight of stairs." "Two flights of stairs." "Three flights of stairs..." "Eight flights of stairs." "Nine flights of stairs." ." "Ten floors of stairs."

Jiang Han gradually saw the appearance of a seven- or eight-year-old boy, jumping up the stairs one by one.Every jump. , he counts one level.

The weird thing is.

Where he jumped, the stairs had mysteriously disappeared.

Behind Jiang Han, Daoist Qingxin and the others suddenly changed their faces, and reminded in a hurried tone, "Be careful behind your back!" Jiang Han looked back.

The stairs he had walked... I don't know when.

Inexplicably, there are many layers.

He clearly remembered that he had only passed five steps just now.

But now...

There are exactly fifteen floors in total.

He was originally not far from the entrance of the stairs, but now he is close to the end of the stairs.

The ten extra floors corresponded to the amount counted by the red-robed Specter who jumped up the stairs and counted the stairs. "Thirteen floors of stairs..."

There was a final murmur of counting the stairs.

The jumping figure had already appeared in front of Jiang Han.

"Hee hee." The ugly seven- or eight-year-old boy with black meridians raised his head slowly and stared at Jiang Han, "Brother, do you know how many floors there are in this staircase?" The faces of the three of Xiaohua changed dramatically.

When they heard this, the experienced ones immediately knew that the curse was coming.

"Oops, if he answers wrong, I'm afraid the curse will fall on him, this is a red-clothed ghost with hundreds of blood!"

"The question is how to answer this?!" Asked Mi Po's anxious hands sweating. "The number of stairs changes endlessly. He said that the more he said, the more he said, and the less he counted, the less." "There is no one at all. Correct answer." up the stairs.

Without hesitation, Jiang said directly: "This staircase, in my opinion, the number of floors is uncertain." "According to the Buddhist teaching, the number of stairs is as many as you think." "So in other words, I said yes. How many layers, he is how many layers."

The little boy laughed wickedly: "Do you think you can fool yourself by saying such a sophistry answer?" Jiang Han shook his head: "Donor, you have a photo."

"Come on, I will help you open up your wisdom roots, and you will be able to comprehend the profound truth of Buddhism." He shot directly.

Grabbing this red-robed ghost who was counting the stairs, he hit the back of his head with a bang.

Under the blessing of Jiuyang's ferocious power.

With a few bangs, the back of the head that was hit by the red-clothed Specter on the stairs exploded on the spot, and the blood flowed nonstop.

He screamed in pain.

Struggling desperately.