Fu Zibo's body is obviously stronger than ordinary Mr., I don't know whether to practice kung fu or how, wrists turned over, very easily broke out from my hand.

By the time I tried to tug on him again, the tortoise son had run out seven or eight meters, and the action was not ordinary.

"Dog Day is fast."I smiled, turning my head, and the shoulder had been affixed a piece of letter paper by Fu Zibo, and the specifications of that letter paper were strange, only two fingers wide and one long.

Soaked in the rain, the ink on this piece of paper did not fade.

It was written in an ink that I had never seen before... with a little blue and mixed with a herbal incense.

The pain in my shoulder comes from here.

"You're so hard, I don't want to plant it on your hands."Fu Zibo sighed, the look of the eyes of the thief's eye, how to look at how to be embarrassed, clearly shows the meaning of that fear of being beaten.

Chen Qiuyan wanted to go up with him, but still let me pull it, I shook my head, meaning don't worry, this person has to leave me.

"I'm not good at exorcising evil towns, but if I'm talking about cleaning up the living, I still feel like I have a set."Fu Zibo smiled and said to me, “Stop your hand quickly, lest you...”

Without waiting for him to finish his words, I reached out and pulled down the piece of paper without changing the face.

Yes, it's a revelation, not a revelation.

The piece of paper was like sticking to my flesh, and when I tore it down, the bottom of the piece of the piece was still connected to my clothes and the skin on my shoulders.

When I completely tore it open, there was also a two-finger wide blood hole on my shoulder.

But this injury is nothing to me, even the pain is beginning to fade quickly, the speed of flesh and blood healing quickly, so that Fu Zibo can see eye.

"Impossible!" said Fu Zibo, looking up, "the clam in you should be caught by me! how can it work at this time?"

I smiled and asked him, “Is this your first time in Sichuan?”

“No.”Job shook his head.

“Have you ever had a fight with the Shen family?”I asked, looking around for a while, picking up a broken steel bar from the ground, which should have fallen out of the collapsed medicine shop.

The other side is sharp, like it has been polished, and the other side is sharp, like a cone.

“No.”Fu Zibo changed his side expression, and some vigilance stared at me.

"If you haven't had a hand with the Shen family, don't say you've been to Sichuan, you're a turtle son..." I smiled, held the steel bar, and turned around, only rushed to Fuzi Bo.

Almost two seconds less, Fu Zibo did not have time to react, I rushed to him, elbows back, the tip of the steel bar was aimed at Fu Zibo's heart.

“No.”

Suddenly, a sudden voice sounded in my ear.

When I heard the man speak, I found that my movements had stopped.

A chubby palm, clasping my arm, did not let me go forward half way.

"Little Shen, this man is not a good thing, but he will not die, and he will not die, and he will teach."

I don't know why, I heard this familiar voice, my heart's emotions suddenly scattered, the nose also became a little sour, by me pressed in the heart of the emotion ... one by one came to my heart.

“Smell the old man... how did you get here...” I looked at the familiar smiling face and the voice of the speech became a little trembling: “How did you come...”

“I can’t... I can’t resist... the monk I came late...” The smile of the bodhisattva was more ugly than crying, the eyes were full of regret, like me, the eyes were a little red.

"Don't stop him, I'm going to go with him."Fu Zibo sighed.

I reacted to this, and here there was a Fuzibo sticker, looking down, he also had a piece similar to a murder weapon in his hand, with three lettering papers interspersed with three pieces of lettering paper, and his pointed head facing my Dantian.

He could not stab him in because the other hand of the bodhisattva was tugging at him.

"When your master died, he said that your boy could not become a big deal in his life, but he did not expect it... You really got mixed up after your life."The bodhisattva sighed, looked back at Fu Zibo, and said, "Take people back, even if this thing is over, you don't want to take the body, just put it."

"I have long heard that you are in trouble, I did not expect you to like to care so much..." Fu Zibo frowned and said, "Smell the old monk, do you have to stop talking to us?"

The bodhisattva sighed and said, the real woman's creation.

As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for us to react, the bodhisattva slammed my hand, slapped me, and slapped me hard on Fu Zibo's face.

Don't look at the old monk is usually very gentle, to this pumped man's mouth, he is not a normal weight.

Fu Zibo is like an air person without weight, the moment when he was pumped, he flew out of four or five meters away, and after landing, he became a rolling gourd, and a slip of smoke rolled out seven or eight times.

It was the first time I had ever seen a bodhisattva hit like this, and it was the first time I had seen a bodhisattva so big a fire.

"I am a Buddhist monk, in theory, temper should be good enough, there are few good tempers like me in the country, but how can you be so aggressive..." The bodhisattva is still laughing, but from the fat on his face constantly twitching, it should be unable to resist the fire: "Will you stop after you make a fall?"You mean we have a class enemy?”

At this time, Fu Zibo climbed up from the ground very awkwardly, covered his face tightly with his hand, coughed twice, and spit out two blood-strench teeth.

“It’s hard to get started.”Fu Zibo laughed, and his body was constantly trembling, and it should be angry.

The bodhisattva did not look at him, patted me on the shoulder, as if to comfort me, and said without turning his head back: "Take your people back to the city of the four or nine, want to fight with the old religion, then don't tear our face, we are not hostile, don't make a mistake."

“What if I get it wrong?”Fu Zibo gritted his teeth and said, staring at the bodhisattva: "I will see you as the enemy, what do you want?"

The bodhisattva was about to say something, I gently patted him on the shoulder and motioned for me to say, Don't make an oral industry for this kind of animal.

"You can see us as friends, and we don't mind if you look at the enemy."I laughed, throwing the steel in my hand on the ground, it is a face for the bodhisattva, not with this animal: "But if you dare to come to stir, the old man will pick up your eighteen-year-old ancestral tomb, and then put you in and bury you, I don't believe you try."

“I...”

The bodhisattva did not wait for him to finish, suddenly turned his face, and his expression was obviously the kind of anger he had shown.

“Fuck off!”

Being a bodhisattva yelled, Fu Zibo was a trembling, I don't know if he was scared or scared, and he bit his teeth and looked at us, and said nothing more, and turned around and walked back to the pile of people.

Soon, under the greeting of the bodhisattva, I also asked the rat to release Lin Dong.

This time Lin Dong came to the trouble, after running back, I don't want to think, take people on the car and withdraw, even a bad word did not give us.

As for Stuart . . . he did not stay here much, and politely told us individually, and then followed Lin Dong.

When everyone was gone, the bodhisattva took my hand, trembling and trembling through the plastic sheet, to the ruins of the pharmacy.

Seeing the bodies that burned to dry, the bodhisattva only looked at it, and then closed his eyes tightly and could not bear to look at it again.

“Old Shen...”

The bodhisattva said, jerking his teeth, as if he was forcibly controlling his emotions, and his body was trembling.

After five or six minutes, the bodhisattva opened his mouth and sighed, as if with a crying voice.

“You go this way... how lonely are we old guys...”

I gritted my teeth, the muscles on the gangre were beating, I did not dare to cry out, I squeezed out a smile, comforting the bodhisattva: "Don't be sad... sad and change it..."

“The world.”

The bodhisattva was the first time I called me that, that tone, like my grandfather called me, the kind and kind tone.

“If you want to cry, don’t get sick, I know you feel bad...”

“It’s okay.”

I smiled, the smile on my face was very bright, but the tears still flowed down in disputable anger, and the sound was trembling.

"My grandfather can't see me crying, he thinks the big gentlemen can't cry, the crying is cowards, he curses so ugly, I don't want to be scolded by him, but..."

I slammed my face and fell on my knees.

"But I really want him to scold me again. . . . once again."