Section 17, red belt, red ticket, red ticket!!

I rushed out of the gate of the King Kong Temple as fast as I could in my life, and I saw Wang Zhengping drive away in his police car. I couldn't help but take out Ye Yi's car key. In my impression, only Ye Yi's car was strong enough and fast enough. At this time, I don't care whether Ye Yi's car looks so handsome or not.

I also ran out when I started the car.

On the highway, there is a fun phenomenon. A police car is speeding in the front, and the back is very powerful, and the terrible-looking off-road vehicle is chasing it.

The foot accelerator chased Wang Zhengping, and I turned out the phone and dialed his number. But at this time, Wang Zhengping didn't answer my phone at all. To be precise, his mobile phone was on the phone!

Fuck, this guy must have summoned people. I desperately pressed the horn, chased Wang Zhengping's car, and then tried to dial Gao Nier by voice on the car phone. I remember Ye Yi once did this.

Fortunately, Gonier's phone was really successfully called by me: "Gonier, I'm Yang Guang. I don't care what method you use, tell Ye Yi to run quickly! The police are going to my house to arrest him!!! Come on, come on!!!"

As for what Gonier is shouting, I don't have the energy to listen carefully. Although the stereo in Ye Yi's carriage is very good, it can't make me concentrate on what Gonier said. After all, I'm not a racing driver, and I have never even driven a fast car. For the sake of Ye Yi, I took the risk this time.

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Gonier hung up the phone. What kind of opinion can a 17-year-old girl have? Ye Yi has gone upstairs, but he can't go upstairs at all at this time, for fear of bringing danger to Ye Yi. After all, having no opinion does not mean that he has no insight. He can only stamp his feet and stamp his feet helplessly downstairs. The only way he can think of is to put his hands on his mouth and shout Ye Yi's name loudly. But he didn't know that for a moment, Ye Yizheng looked at the scenery in front of him with a cold face.

In front of him, a handsome man 180 centimeters tall, with a bald head, wearing a black jacket, and six obvious scars on the top of his head. His eyes are cold, with an intriguing chill. He held a bloody pigeon corpse in his hand, and there were obvious blood marks on the corners of his mouth. The old man sat on the ground with his hands hanging abnormally on both sides of his shoulders. It seemed that the shoulder blade was dislocated, commonly known as dislocation.

When Ye Yi stood in front of Yang Guang's house, the old man was swearing. Unexpectedly, the old man also had a unique skill without dirty words when he scolded people. But when Ye Yi's footsteps appeared at the door, the old man turned his head and immediately showed a shocked expression.

Ye made a silent gesture with a pair of tall heads, and their faces were cold. His eyes fell from the monk's body to his back. There is a small altar, which is made of blood, pigeon carcasses and red candles. In the middle of the red candle, there are two complete fine bones pieced together in the shape of human bones. The light of the red candle beats unevenly according to a certain frequency, and a gray gas that can only be seen when it is opened is constantly spreading from the magic platform.

"Who are you?" Ye Yi asked coldly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk introduces himself, and the poor monk has no hatred. The second generation of the Three Curse Sutras, the master's name is the truth. The family teacher once said that the poor monk's name was taken for him. Only after there is no hatred or complaint in his obsession can he achieve positive results. But now that the enemy of my family is alive and well, I can't get it to the truth. Wuqiu has always felt ashamed of his teacher. The monk smiled and said politely.

"The person last night was you?" Ye Yi asked.

No hatred said, "It's the poor monk."

Ye Yi grabbed his fist and didn't dare to be careless. It turned out that it was not the Zhenyan monk but his apprentice: "Where is the Zhenyan monk?"

"The family teacher is naturally in this city, but it's not time to meet yet." Wu Qiu said lightly.

"Did you kill those girls?"

"Yes, it's not." Wuqiu replied with a smile.

Ye Yi looked at this smiling man. His eyes were so cold and gray. It seemed that he had never had happy eyes, full of death. How did this person live to such a big man? It is difficult for Ye Yi to imagine what kind of life the other party used to create a person with such cold and almost ruthless eyes.

"Ye Daoyou is going to come in and sit down? How about the poor monk almost entertain you? Wu Qiu said indifferently, and after saying that, he turned around and walked to the Dharma platform in the room. However, the moment he turned around, Ye Yi suddenly raised his body and rushed to Wu Qiu.

Wow!

Wuqiu also guarded Ye Yi for a long time. The body of the bitten and mutilated pigeon in his hand was thrown at Ye Yi. At the same time, he incredibly kicked Ye Yi's abdomen with his right foot as the axis.

Ye Yi did not dare to stain the pigeon's body and didn't know whether the body was poisonous. He tilted his head and reluctantly dodged the pigeon corpse thrown by the other party, but because they were too close to each other, they couldn't avoid that foot.

Bang!

The other party kicked ten to ten. Thanks to Ye Yi's quick reaction, he pushed it up with both hands at the most critical time.

Ding, kicking, kicking... Ye Yi stepped back several steps and hit the wall opposite the outer door, but Wu Qiu did not stop at all. After kicking with his left foot, he actually went to the old high head while falling.

"Be careful!" Ye Yi didn't have time to save it and shouted loudly.

Bang! Another sound, but the old tall head wanted to stand up and help Ye Yi in an instant. As soon as Ye Yi stepped back and stood up, he was kicked in the head head. With a rumbling, the old man fell to the ground and didn't know whether to live or die.

"Bastard!" Ye Yi burst out and got up again and rushed to Wu Qiu.

Wufu quickly took two steps back to the room, stood on the edge of your legal platform, picked up the body of a pigeon, opened his mouth and bit it evilly, clicked! At that time, when the pigeon body was bitten by the other party the other night, it sounded like a red and crisp apple. But no matter how you hear the sound, there is a feeling of numbness in the scalp.

With this action of the other party, Ye Yi didn't care to attack him. Instead, he ran over and grabbed the tall head and turned over to put his nose.

I fainted! Ye Yi suddenly looked up and planned to attack. He saw the body chewing the pigeon with no hatred. How to describe that voice? The click sound made when he bit, but when it fell into his mouth, it was the sticky and greasy sound, the sound of babbling, and the blood flowed out along the corners of his mouth. The whole person looks very evil, especially with the black sasman.

Ye Yi stood up, put down his worried about the old tall head, rubbed his hands with each other, and said coldly, "It's my turn."

Wuqiu raised a finger and signaled to wait. Ye Yi won't want this kind of demeanor. It's good if you don't have to fall into the well. What is a gentleman's demeanor? Can you save people?

With a shout, Ye Yi rushed up and punched straight to the other party's point.

Wu Qiu dodged sideways, and Ye Yi took the opportunity to kick the Dharma platform. How could the monk Wuqiu let Ye Yi raise his legs and put it on Ye Yi's legs, and there was an intimate collision.

Both of them have good kung fu, and they have fought more than a dozen times. Every time Ye Yi wants to kick the Dashiwa, the vengeless monk will play his life to stop him. The more so, the more anxious Ye Yi is, but the other party's kung fu is really not below him.

The two bumped into each other again, and they stepped back three steps.

Ye Yi frowned and looked at the Dharma platform. There must be something wrong with this Dharma platform. Even vaguely, Ye Yi seemed to understand that there might be such a deep connection with the lock soul, but he couldn't figure out what kind of backhanded behind the lock soul for a moment.

At this moment, the blood and flesh of the pigeon in Wuqiu's mouth seemed to be chewed into minced meat by him, leaving more blood at the corners of his mouth. But the smile on his face became more and more full. Then, he suddenly spewed out the pigeon's flesh and meat after chewing it in the center of Fatai not far away.

Poo!

For a moment, the flame on the red candle around the Dharma platform suddenly raised more than a foot. The spewed flesh and blood burned in mid-air like gasoline, but the color was not the color of the flame, but green. At the same time, what Ye Yi didn't know was that in the backyard of King Kong Temple, it happened to be the scenery of the grass man who released green and fierce flames all over Yang Guang.

"It's not good!" Ye Yi's heart thumped and figured out what it was. The lock soul is simply a blindfold, and the real vicious thing is the ghost.

At this moment, Ye Yi seemed to understand some of the things that the other party had done. The souls of more than a dozen girls must be refined as the material of ghosts, and then use this soul as a lock soul to press the bodies of Miao Yiyi and Yao Junyan. After a short silence, they use the flesh and blood bodies nourished by the divine house as the carrier to control the ghosts to provide the ghosts with flesh and blood stained with the spirit of the yin and gods, so that It burst into a stronger and more fierce force.

Bastard! He actually killed more than a dozen people by such a means.

Ye Yi controlled the anger in his heart and loosened his clenched fist: "Whether you have no hatred or the truth, you have to be responsible for what you have done." The cold leaves sounded like frost.

Wuqiu erased the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and said, "As long as five minutes, no matter who solves the soul, the final result will be death. Do you know what this is? Promise ghosts, ghosts that can't die. He looked at the altar and then smiled, "Unless you can reverse the spiritual wave of the altar in five minutes and let the ghost die."

At this moment, there is no look of a monk, just like the expression of the villain in the movie when he seems to win the final victory, shaking a finger: "Unfortunately, I'm here, you can't do it."

"Real?" Ye Yi said coldly, "Then I'll try it?" With this sentence, Ye slowly turned up his coat and pulled out a red... cloth belt from the waist of his trousers.

[Small navel has a universe] If a woman's navel protrudes, it means that no matter how much money she earns, she will spend it all in the end. If a woman's navel is more than 3 mm deep, she will be able to accumulate considerable wealth. In old age, you can also have no worries about food and clothing. Women with deep navels will be prosperous! ( This law only applies to women, not to men.)

As a fat man, I feel that I don't have enough red tickets recently! I can't even control my weight!! Ask for a red ticket to let me lose meat and let me lose weight!!!