Horror Recovery: Drunk SS Grade Ghost Bride at the Start

The most conspicuous is the shiny, golden-like skin.

The monk jumped out from behind the magistrate and brought out a piece of blood.

The county magistrate forced himself to grit his teeth and hold on.

The golden-skinned monk folded his hands together, and even wanted to connect the iron blade with his flesh.

"Dang!"

The golden stone handover sounded.

Sparks fly.

The golden skin monk took a half step back and still caught Xiahou's iron blade with his hand.

The county magistrate escaped and scolded Xiahou for not knowing what to do.

He clearly follows the plot of the Three Kingdoms, such as the master of Ming recruiting talents.

But Xiahou is a stunner, and if he disagrees, he will act.

"Why is this different from the Three Kingdoms!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect it, in fact, this official has a life-saving Buddha spell given by the national master himself."

"You scoundrels and thieves dare to assassinate court officials."

Chapter 167 Being a Dog in North Jiangsu? It doesn't seem to be unacceptable

Seeing that the magistrate was not dead, the master turned his head very fast, hugged the magistrate's thigh and wept bitterly: "I originally planned to block this knife for the adults, but I saw the Buddha's light shining."

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The county magistrate snorted and kicked the master away.

The arresters also breathed a sigh of relief, although there was no psychological barrier to kneeling down and surrendering.

However, it is better not to kneel or not to kneel.

Looking at the golden-skinned monk, his eyes were full of awe and obedience.

They saw with their own eyes that Monk Jin climbed down from the county magistrate's back.

This is not sorcery, bah, what is Buddhism?

The national teacher is as powerful as the legend has it.

Xiahou's relaxed and freehand expression suddenly turned serious.

"This is sorcery?! Where are you a demon monk?"

"Bold, this is the Dharma of the national teacher."

The golden skin monk's voice was like thunder, and his tone was solemn.

Like a great monk who came into the world.

Everyone was taken away by this sound, and they were crying in pain, kneeling on the ground and folded their hands in worship.

Even Xiahou was disturbed by this lost sound, and his mind was shaken for a moment.

Taking advantage of Xiahou's dazed opportunity, the golden-skinned monk waved his bronze arms and smashed his bones.

The wind shook.

If he was hit by this blow, Xiahou would have to crack his skull and spatter his brain.

Xiahou blocked with his sword, and after a while, the sword was cracked by a forcible hammer.

The sword blade slashed across the monk's golden skin, but only a white mark was left behind.

Not even able to pierce the skin of the golden monk.

After a while, Xiahou was seized by monk Jin, broke the sword, locked it, and pressed it to the ground.

With just one punch, Xiahou Hammer spit blood out of his mouth.

The rest of the guys wanted to come forward to help, but they were terrified when they saw this scene.

This is a monk who knows magic tricks!

Xiahou was losing ground in front of the Jin monk, and he was clumsy on the left and right.

After a while, he was knocked to the ground, vomiting blood and donating blood.

The dignified second in the world is so weak in front of spells.

With the support of Monk Jin, the master and the fast catchers trembled instantly.

Incredibly rampant.

Chu Kuai held a knife and captured Da Hu and other men.

Seeing that even Xiahou was knocked down, everyone suddenly lost the mind to resist.

Sad in my heart, the wine shop is over.

The innkeeper flattered: "Thank you, Master Qingtian, for taking back the inn for me."

"Can you give me North Jiangsu, he secretly learned my family's unique winemaking secret."

With that said, a man brought a box of silver ingots.

The county magistrate coughed lightly, and a catcher took over the box of silver ingots.

He coughed again.

The master took the eight-character step of Qi Zhang and said: "I'm afraid you have misremembered, the secret art of North Jiangsu is clearly given to your family by adults for safekeeping."

"It has been stolen from North Jiangsu now. It's just that the county magistrate didn't punish you for your fault, and the technique of brewing must also be withdrawn."

The innkeeper was dumbfounded, but after all, his arm could not twist his thigh.

It's good to be able to get back to the inn now.

If the trouble continues, not only the inn, but also the people may be gone.

Fu Ruan said: "The adults said yes."

In this way, the inn treasurer and the county magistrate reached a distribution of benefits.

Monk Jin turned his head to look at the magistrate: "Have they all been killed?"

The county magistrate said with pity: "After all, it's the second in the world, so it's a pity to kill it like this."

"I should follow the example of Marquis Zhuge and capture seven and release seven."

The master's face twitched, seeing Xiahou's shame and anger.

If he was able to move, he would definitely rush up to knock out the county magistrate's dog brain.

Just like that, do you still want to convince him?

The county magistrate did not forget the purpose of the beginning. He came to arrest North Jiangsu and forced him to find out the secret recipe for winemaking.

Seeing such a big movement in the restaurant, Subei never showed up, and he wondered: "Subei won't sneak away, right?"

"No, I feel the breath of a living person upstairs."

"Trouble the eminent monk to go up and have a look."

Hearing the words, Monk Jin nodded and stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

In the corner, a guy who was **** said angrily, "If you haven't shown up for so long, the surnamed Su must have left long ago!"

Instead, the older guy said happily, "I hope he's gone."

"Such a good person is rare in this troubled world. He has done his best for us mud-legged people, and there is no place for us to be sorry."

Hearing the older guy's words, the rest of the guys were also silent.

Only Xiahou, who fell to the ground, sneered again and again.

He was convinced that Subei was a god.

Although Subei didn't admit it, Xiahou insisted on calling him Big Brother Subei with a shy face.

Taking the horses in northern Jiangsu as the first and foremost, they act as cows and horses every day.

How to get along with feelings.

Could it be that North Jiangsu will die! ?

Thinking of Subei's bad temper, Xiahou's heart sank.

It is really possible that Subei will sit on the sidelines and watch a good show.

Xiahou: "…"

He suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to pin his hopes on Subei.

Accompanied by a crunch.

Monk Jin pushed open the door on the second floor.

The county magistrate instructed his subordinates to fetch all kinds of fine wines in the store and taste them one by one.

Shocked in my heart, this wine is rare in the world.

If the brewing method is mastered by him...

Greed breeds.

Secretly ruthless, the secret recipe for brewing must not be leaked out, and everyone present has to deal with it.

However, the next moment, the wall shattered.

Monk Jin was thrown by Juli.

Everyone looked up and was shocked.

Why does the holy monk (demon monk) seem to be beaten up? !

A figure walked out.

The golden centipede is entwined, hissing and roaring.

The golden light covers the body, and the majesty is lingering.

The fangs are long and slender, the eye sockets are cracked, and traces of black gas emerge.

Like a **** and like a devil.

Buddhas have the ability to protect the way and cut off human beings, and gods have the ability to send thunder and remove demons.

Subei walked out expressionlessly: "You dare to beat my dog?!"

Xiahou burst into tears.

On second thought, the brother who can't become a fairy, it seems that it is not bad to be a dog?

When one person gains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven!

Just when Xiahou hesitated to be a dog.

As if struck by thunder, Monk Jin murmured as he looked at Subei and was speechless.

A huge hole was punched out in his chest, and a trace of green blood flowed out.

Subei Jie said with a wicked smile: "You can't practice your golden body at home, you can't even block a punch from this seat."

As he spoke, he straightened the deformed arm and stuffed the pale arm bone back.

Just after breaking the golden body of Monk Jin, Subei's arm was bent and deformed under the tremendous force.

For ordinary people, this is a serious injury that cannot be cured.

For North Jiangsu, it's just the degree of sprinkling.

And he didn't say a word during the whole process, and his face didn't change.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes jumped.

Do you want to be so cruel? !

Subei has always believed in taking advantage of your illness to kill you.