I Can Brush Attributes

The red-clothed female ghost covered her face that was beaten, and stared at Wang Ping in a daze.

What is gay? ? ?

Not daring to think about it, the red-clothed ghost suddenly jumped away, keeping a certain distance from Wang Ping.

"you……"

The red-clothed female ghost's voice was as cold as ice, and her face was solemn.

It was no joke that she attacked Wang Ping just now. She used all her strength, and the speed was too fast to react.

However, Wang Ping hit her in the face accurately and faster than her.

The two looked at each other, neither of them moved, they were deadlocked there.

The long hair danced like a tide, surging, and Andrewke, who was in an obsession, was pumped and smashed against the wall.

Wang Ping glanced at Andrewke and them subconsciously.

With just such a glance, the red-clothed female ghost seized the momentary neutral and shot out like a flying arrow.

Snapped!

The red-clothed female ghost with long hair fluttering like a demon was stunned again, her bloodshot eyes staring at the boss, unable to believe the scene in front of her.

She was shot again.

This time, it was still hit on the left cheek, and two deep handprints were placed on the pale cheek.

"you……"

Snapped!

Wang Ping slapped him.

Ding! The female ghost in red is extremely confused, why the host can hit her, and why she just hit the left cheek, attribute +1

When she regained her senses, the red-clothed female ghost spoke up again.

"you……"

She would love to ask who you are.

However, as soon as the word "you" sounded, Wang Ping slapped him again, still on the left side of the face.

Snapped!

A crisp and loud slap echoed.

At this moment, the casino was silent, the red-clothed female ghost was sluggish, and even the face with unwillingness, resentment, and hatred on the long hair was sluggish.

After a long while, feeling the burning pain from the left cheek, the red-clothed female ghost covered her left cheek and said angrily.

"you……"

This time, she covered her left cheek and asked aloud, thinking that she was covering her face, I see how you hit, at least not on the left cheek.

Ideas are beautiful, reality is skinny.

The moment her word "you" sounded, Wang Ping quickly reached out with one hand and pressed the hand of the red-clothed female ghost covering her left face, while the other hand quickly fanned out.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded from the left face of the red-clothed female ghost.

Ding! The female ghost in red is completely stunned, attribute +1

Ding! The female ghost in red is about to cry, her left face is swollen to become the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, attribute +1

"what!!"

The red-clothed female ghost screamed madly, roaring up to the sky, her long hair fluttering like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Can't you let me finish my sentence, don't you lose face? Can you respect the ghost!

It seems that he heard the voice of the female ghost in red.

The snap sounded again, and when the female ghost was screaming wildly, Wang Ping slapped her again.

The slaps came out, and the screams of the female ghost in red stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at Wang Ping like a sculptural baby.

Ding! The female ghost in red was beaten and forced to give up thinking, attribute +1

At the same time, the Andrews and the others who hit the wall suddenly woke up with their obsessed eyes.

"I am..."

Andrew covered his head with one hand, showing a painful expression.

It seems that pieces of memory are reorganizing, and the memories of being lost by ghosts are emerging.

You know, although they were bewitched by ghosts, they were always watching. Now that they are awake, they remembered everything that happened just now.

In retrospect, Andrewke and the others broke out in a cold sweat.

The female ghost in red is too scary, just one look makes them lose their minds, there is no way to resist, they even turn a blind eye to the death of their companions.

With such terrifying strength, killing them is like squeezing ants.

"It was that Chinese man who saved us." Andrewk said suddenly.

Suddenly, Andrewke's expression froze in recollection, as did the others.

He remembered what happened when he and others were fascinated by ghosts. At that time, he saw Wang Ping rushing in, and then Wang Ping started chatting with the ghost in red...

That's right, it's just chatting, chatting about sultry love words and stories.

Recalling what happened, Andrewke and the others seemed to have seen God's eyes one by one.

That Chinese people are not afraid of the confusion of ghosts? ! and many more! I remember he seemed to be playing a ghost just now...

Thinking of this, Andrewke and a few people just remembered, now is not the time to think about things, the ghost in red is still there.

They quickly looked up and glanced at the casino.

In an instant, everyone was stunned, and some people rubbed their eyes hard.

What are we seeing?

Is this really the scene of exorcism?

Not far away, Wang Ping stood by the gaming table, holding the collar of the red-clothed female ghost with one hand, and fanning the left face of the red-clothed ghost with the other.

"Come and read the core values ​​of socialism with me, read it!"

"democracy."

Snapped!

"Rich and strong."

Snapped!

"equality."

Snapped!

"harmonious."

Snapped!

"Stop hitting, please don't hit me, I..."

Snapped!

Wang Ping put his ear beside the mouth of the red-clothed female ghost, raised his head suddenly, and his face changed drastically.

"What?! You said that family planning was in full swing back then, and one more child would be ruined, and now you want to encourage the birth of a second child. Do you think we ordinary people are shameless? Shut up! How can you say that!"

Snapped!

Wang Ping slapped him down, chanting the core values ​​of socialism as he slapped.

"Democracy, prosperity, equality..."

Ding! The female ghost in red wailed in her heart, I didn't say anything, don't spit blood! Attribute +1

Ding! The female ghost in red feels more wronged than Dou E, attribute +1

As Wang Ping slapped slap after slap, expounding the twenty-four-character "mantra" in his mouth, Andrewke was stunned.

Andrew kept his face blank, turned his head mechanically, and asked the ghost exorcist beside him.

"Can Huaxia's core values ​​drive out ghosts?"

The ghost exorcist next to him heard the words and looked at the palm of Wang Ping.

Every time Wang Ping recites the twenty-four-character "mantra", the palm of his hand will shine brightly, swaying with a mighty righteousness, as if it is about to sweep the land of Huaxia, with a majestic and majestic momentum.

Involuntarily, Ghost Exorcist Shimuna nodded.

"It should be able to exorcise ghosts. Look at Mr. Wang Ping, every time he shouts it out, it's like a spirit possessed, and his momentum is rising. I guess that after reciting the twenty-four-character mantra, it will be like the legendary Buddhist six-character mantra. The same, the wind is blowing."

Hearing what he said, Andrew found that the other ghost exorcists were all nodding, agreeing with this ghost exorcist's idea very much.

Because the current picture is too impactful.

Every time Wang Ping uttered the mantra, the palm fell, and the light burst out, becoming stronger and stronger each time.

Until half of the twenty-four-character mantra was recited, his whole person was like a god standing side by side with him, shining brightly on the world, shrouding the rumble of holy light, and rendering him like a god.

In this situation, everyone has to guess that the core values ​​have the powerful effect of mantras, such as the magic spell.

For a time, Andrew shuddered.

The Huaxia Kingdom is as mysterious as it is, a magical country, and it has quietly implemented the mantra of exorcising ghosts into the hands of the people of the whole country, so that the people of the whole country will remember it.

Snapped!

In the end, the twenty-four-character mantra was not finished, only two-thirds of it was recited, and the red-clothed female ghost was wiped out under Wang Ping's savage aura and Bai Ze's power.

Seeing this, Andrew Ke felt a deep regret in his life, and he felt a pity for not being able to witness the ultimate power of the twenty-four-character mantra.

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