Guardian Chapter 164: Yuqian Lane Housing Reception Event

At the gate of the Soul Control Division.

Two faces appeared on the left and the other on the right.

A face of a childish child with a demon mirror, and a face with a bark of soul-suppressing monument.

The light of the demon mirror shrouded Chen Feng, Cao Guangxiao, Chen Mingting, and Ou Julian.

The blood-colored rays of the soul-suppressing stele swam quickly back and forth from it.

"Hey, the dead are alive again."

"Well, isn't it a coincidence."

The young boy and the bark scanned the four people and began to quarrel with each other again.

"The old bark, the resurrection of the dead, does it indicate that the world is going to be messed up again."

"Boy, where is this, the sea you haven't seen is gone."

"It's really not easy. I swept around and found no abnormalities. I want to warn you."

"You can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it. Just take a good look and look at me."

The old bark is winking, and the wrinkled bark faces are squeezed into a pile.

It squatted in a hut, and snorted vigorously, and a black stone stele engraved with runes gradually emerged.

The pressure on Cao Guangxiao, Chen Mingting, and Ou Julian suddenly doubled, and Qi Qi knelt down sweating profusely.

Chen Feng's figure shook, almost standing unsteadily, pausing on one knee, stubbornly refusing to show weakness.

Today he is a master of zombies, and his physical strength is not the same as when he left Kyoto before. Moreover, his soul toughness is tempered by rosary gold liquid, soul wine, and yellow spring water. .

The outside and inside are sublimated qualitatively.

The suppressing power of the Monument to the Soul of Soul couldn't help him for a while.

The childish face laughed and said: "Bark, you have old arms and legs, and you should enjoy your old age. These physical tasks can be handed over to our young people, and there is no need to force them."

The old bark was agitated by the young boy, and his face was flushed immediately, and the wrinkled bark seemed to be splashed with red paint.

It blew its beard and stared, struck its neck and said: "What do you know, what do you know, I'm afraid that I will be released completely, and I will collapse the Sacred Soul Division."

"Oh, just blow, blow hard."

"Who blew, who blew."

The two spirits, completely ignoring the four who are in a difficult situation, turn on the mouth-cannon mode.

Chen Feng's heart is crooked and crooked, the artifacts that the world has seen by himself are more unreliable than the others.

These two people at the door are like this, and so are the gods in God’s lantern.

Looking at the posture of these two spitting wildly, none of them can't come down for three days and three nights. Are we just doing it?

The only thing that can defeat the mouth cannon is the mouth cannon...Chen Feng rubbed the lamp tube, and a black smoke rose up, and the **** who was holding his arm yawned and showed his original shape.

"Tell him to do it..." God Ding stretched his waist and rubbed his eyelids impatiently...Training Xiao Xi'er is already very tired, OK, Chen Feng is still coming to add some confusion.

The young boy and the tree bark were stunned, turned their heads together, and the moment they looked at the gods, they subconsciously turned on the fighting posture.

The **** didn't pay attention at first, but after a casual glance, he was deeply attracted.

His spirit is full with a slap.

The gods saw the long-awaited fighting spirit on the bodies of the two spirits.

Two masters, so powerful mood swings... The gods felt threatened in the eyes of Zhitong and Shu Bark.

He adjusted the spirit and spirit to the strongest, cleared his throat, and said with a high arrogance: "I am the **** of the ten thousand worlds, you and others will come and worship quickly..."

I have to say that the means of hatred by God Dingla has never disappointed.

He opened his mouth, and Chen Feng knew that Zhitong and Shu Pi would never end with him.

"What a big tone, I am not afraid to smoke Kyoto to death."

"Where is the vagrant, dare to be wild in the soul-saving division."

"Oh, my temper..."

The mouth-cannon mode is directly into the heat, and the gods are worthy of one, and the more they fight, the more courageous they are.

The juvenile and the bark cooperate with each other, and the needles are inserted at the seam, and the wind is not lost in the slightest.

The pressure on Chen Feng and others immediately diminished, and the red-eyed spirits who devoted themselves to the saliva warfare, the sharp language confrontation, made everyone amazed.

Don't leave at this time, but wait when.

Taking advantage of the white-hot babble battle just started.

Chen Feng and his party went away fortunately.

At the same time.

The Preparatory Work for the Town Soul Division is holding a memorial meeting.

The sacrificial hall is full of plains, and more than fifty paper figures are neatly arranged.

At first glance, this paper man looks like a real person except that he can't move.

It is the soul-suppressing envoy and soul-master Qiu Chen team supporting the Tanzhou Soul-Restoring Institute.

The paper images of Cao Guangxiao, Chen Feng, Chen Mingting, Ou Julian and others are impressively listed.

I have to say, the craftsmanship of this paper maker is absolutely amazing.

Kaiyang Xu Qiuchen of Beidou Branch was squatting in front of the brazier to burn paper money.

He sighed, burned a wad of paper money, and poured a glass of rice wine on the ground to worship.

"My colleagues are easy to go, take a sip on the road to warm up your body. If the money is not enough, I will burn it again. Don’t worry, I know what my brothers think. There will be no shortage of houses, cars, and girls. I will let them later. The paper maker will tie some and burn it down."

"I don't want the paper man who is not the oiran of Zuixinfang."

"Pouring rice wine is not authentic, I want a good spring bamboo fire"

Two voices pinched their nasal sounds, and deliberately pretended to be a sad voice, which sounded behind Xu Qiuchen.

He froze, and the paper money in his hand trembled on the ground.

The muscles on Xu Qiuchen's face gradually stiffened.

He slowly turned his neck and looked behind him.

Just one glance made him yell "Ghost" in fright.

Behind him.

The four "paper-struck people" not only survived, but also turned blue and trembling with pale lips and walked over.

Nonsense.

The few people who were nearly exhausted just under the suppression of the demon mirror and the soul-suppressing stele spirit are not just these almost collapsed images.

……

Outside the Chen Feng Xiaoyuan.

Qin Shufen, with her head kerchief tied and her trouser legs in arm, sat on the ground with a pole, and howled like a shrew, "Guys, come and take a look, these thieves are going to grab the homes, at the feet of the emperor, this The world, let the people live."

Yan Mubai didn't say a word, standing at the gate of the courtyard with his cheeks biting, tearing the seal on the gate to pieces.

Yan Wenji's face was indignant, her face flushed, she held a wooden sword upright, stood beside Qin Shufen, and shouted: "Go away, this is the courtyard of my female emperor master, what? It's yours now."

Before the three of them, there is a group of squad of soul-suppressing officers.

The headed man, with a round face and fat belly, gave an embarrassing smile on his face with two double chins.

He winked at the handyman beside him.

The handyman understood, took a step forward, pointed at Qin Shufen and shouted: "You bitch, how can you be such a rascal? This is the master of my house, the manager of the Beidou Branch of the soul of the town. This house is the property of the soul of the town. Now, Chen Qiuchen died for the country, and the whereabouts of the hostess in the courtyard is also unknown. It stands to reason that this house will naturally be taken back by the Secretary of the Soul of the Town. What is the reason for your unrelated people to stop us from accepting the house."

If Yan Wenji didn't understand anything else, she heard the words Zhen Hun Si, Chen Qiu Chen, Death, and whereabouts unknown.

She was jealous immediately, and the Void slashed the wooden sword and said: "You nonsense, the female emperor is invincible, how could her whereabouts be unknown? Uncle Chen runs the caravan, what does it have to do with your soul-saver?"

"Yes, I have seen Chen Feng's skill." Qin Shufen didn't know what words to describe, and exclaimed: "He can single-handedly pick a group of green skins. He saved my son. It's incredible. It’s going to die, you guys, obviously want to take advantage of the absence of the owner of the courtyard, and want to grab the homes."

"Caravan?" Lin Zhonghou was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't want to understand how the caravan is related to this matter.

There were more and more people onlookers, most of whom were folks from Yuqian Alley. Naturally, they stood by Qin Shufen's side, pointing out and helping out.

"Chen Feng is such a good boy, he is handsome and kind, he is generous in his shots, and often helps us. Such a good boy can't be cursed to death by you."

"That is, the people in Yuqian Lane, we can't be bullied by you casually, so what about the Secretary of Soul, we have provoke you to provoke you."

"It's not okay to grab a home. You can't just use your mouth to accept this house."

"Unexpectedly, this Chen Feng would accumulate such great prestige in Yuqian Alley." Lin Zhonghou muttered, and said in his heart: The person who opened the soul of the first class will die in Tanzhou, at least his own The position of Chuhou is less threatened. The house is to be reaped. It has only been a few months away. The feng shui of this house is completely natural. There are several rich people in Kyoto asking me about this place. At this time If you take it back and resell it, you will surely make a fortune from it.

Make up his mind, Lin Zhonghou wiped his round cheeks and gave the handyman a wink.

The handyman knew, and went straight forward to stand up people.

Qin Shufen simply went to the ground, rolled on the ground and flicked his legs and shouted: "I hit someone, the official hit someone."

"Let go of my mother." Yan Mubai yelled and rushed over, pushing the handyman away violently.

The handyman yelled, rolled up his sleeves, and scrambled with Yan Mubai.

I saw my mother and brother being bullied.

Yan Wenji burst into tears with anger, and slashed the handyman's leg with the wooden sword.

Oh, a scream.

The handyman rolled to the ground, blood flowing on both legs.

The sudden screams and bloodshed made the scene suddenly quiet.

A ridiculous idea sounded in everyone's minds... How did the wooden sword, in the hands of a little girl, almost cut off the legs of an adult?

Yan Wenji was holding the red-stained wooden sword, trembling all over, and her mouth trembling. She couldn't believe it and repeated: "I killed someone, I killed someone..."

The quiet scene erupted with greater noise.

Lin Zhonghou’s forehead blue veins jumped up and roared: "Be bold and dare to beat the officials of the Department of Soul, come on, take it for me."

The handymen made a low growl, really moving.

Qin Shufen, mother and son, were brutally pushed to the ground.

The folks watching in Yuqian Alley saw that it was pretty good, and the mere handyman dared to do it. There is no king's law?

Suddenly the crowd was excited and rushed over.

The scene was chaotic a few times, and Lin Zhonghou's mouth turned blue with anger.

It's no wonder that these people dare to challenge the Secretary of Soul Township.

In some respects, the Secretary of Soul is a frightening place.

However, with their purpose of just minding the soul and not the living thing.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just like that, and there is no intersection in normal days. Even if there is an intersection, it means that you are dead and your soul is still making trouble.

To tell the truth, from the perspective of the low-level people, the Zhen Hun Division is not as good as the county government's Zao Ya, at least the people know that Zao Ya is acting on behalf of the government.

The Soul Division? Heard of it, nothing more.

In front of Chen Feng's small courtyard, there was chaos and a gang fight mode was staged.

Don't look at the fact that there are few handymen in the Soul Township Division, who is also Kong Wu's powerful martial artist, and gradually became a real fire.

In the small courtyard, under the green jujube trees.

Two koi, one red and one green, are blowing bubbles after listening to the movement outside.

Black candle, "I never thought that Chen Feng actually died in Tanzhou."

Yang Ming, "Hey, it seems that the lord is afraid of bad luck."

Black candle, "Nonsense, with Fusang's aura to protect, who is the Lord to be the enemy?"

Yang Ming, "Then you say, Chen Feng is dead, is the lord going crazy?"

The black candle paused and was silent for a while, and said: "So it seems that the courtyard can't stay any longer."

Yang Ming, "It is foreseeable that if the lord goes mad, the world will be messed up again. Go back to Huangquan, your deity will soon wake up."

The black candlestick, "Yeah, it's almost time to count it, it's time for me to return to my place."

Yang Ming, "Before you leave, do something, Aunt Qin's family is interesting enough, you can't watch them being bullied."

Black candlestick, "Quite you?"

Qin Shufen was wounded on her body, and her disheveled, arrogant and unreasonable anger was exerted to the extreme.

She lifted her pole and smashed it at Lin Zhonghou in the chaos.

She is a person, full of worldliness, and still a very small citizen.

But Qin Shufen admits death, whoever treats us well, we treat him well.

Chen Feng takes care of the man in our family, often carrying money with letters, and never a single complaint.

The people in the courtyard are kind and often give food and drink.

Mu Bai and Wen Ji are about to treat the small courtyard as their own, and they ran into the courtyard if they had nothing to do. Although Qin Shufen said that he was swearing happily, he was happy in his heart-following good people, at least the children will not go into evil road.

What's more, Chen Feng is also Yan Mubai's lifesaver.

People are not at home now, and Qin Shufen feels that she will never let people seize his house.

Qin Shufen held up a pole and yelled to greet him, "Fatty man, you have the ability to kill me."

Lin Zhonghou squinted his eyes into a line, and his chubby body was quicker and more flexible to bully him, and he hit Qin Shufen's head with a punch.

He made this punch with a murderous intent.

Lin Zhonghou's anger can't be suppressed anymore, he wants to kill people to stand up.

He had thought about the reasons, so he used the reason that the slut's soul was taken away by the demon, playing with the soul, the soul of Simenqing.

Qin Shufen didn't even notice that death was approaching.

Seeing Qin Shufen is about to bloom.

A blush flashed in Lin Zhonghou's eyes.

Just listen to a crisp "pop".

Lin Zhonghou's face was hot and painful, and his chubby face swelled up instantly.

Lin Zhonghou hadn't reacted yet, he was smashed on the shoulder by Qin Shufen's pole.

This seemingly powerful pole is far less fierce than the hotness on his face.

Lin Zhonghou held his face and stunned in place, searching for something and hitting himself.

Qin Shufen was also taken aback, and muttered: "I hit my shoulder, what face do you cover?"

But the doubts were just a moment.

Anyway, the fat man was taught by himself, and Qin Shufen was very satisfied. It was not that he wanted his life, just let him suffer a little bit.

Qin Shufen thought in her heart, and turned around to join the other battle groups arrogantly.

Everywhere she went, crackling sounds kept ringing.

Others couldn't see clearly, but Lin Zhonghou struggled to catch a trace of afterimage.

The afterimage falling on the handyman’s face is sometimes a blush, sometimes a green blush, savoring carefully, it seems...like a fish tail.

The absurd idea shocked Lin Zhonghou's heart.

He clutched his increasingly swollen face and looked at Qin Shufen who "killed the Quartet", his eyes gradually became solemn.

Thinking of Chen Feng's promotion of a soul master to Qiu Chen from a trivial matter, he contacted the strange scene in front of him.

Lin Zhonghou felt a little flustered.

An ominous premonition rose in him, as if...maybe...perhaps...provoked something that shouldn't be annoying.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Lin Zhonghou waved his hand and fled in embarrassment with the handyman who was uniformly swollen into a pig's head.

Listening to the victory cry erupting behind him, Lin Zhonghou looked back subconsciously.

This look.

It scared him to the point of incontinence.

On the wall of the small courtyard.

Two koi, one red and one green.

Standing like a person, tearing open the void with the fins on his chest.

Jumped in.

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