I Make Games To Restore Chinese Civilization

Lao Ma didn't know whether to appease Tuanzi first, or rush to see Lao Zhao first.

I saw the swallow on the stage turned around again with a sabre.

The originally white and tender face turned into a fox face with rolling eyes.

The withered and yellow skin is covered with dense creases.

"Ahhh!" Tuanzi screamed in fright.

The old horse grabbed the dumpling and said: "Oops, we have been tricked, they are not the real Yanzi and Lao Zhao!"

He pulled the dumpling and ran out, and the fake swallow chased after him, waving a knife wildly.

Both master and apprentice ran for their lives, howling all the way.

Tuanzi ran wildly with the old horse, not daring to turn his head.

"What should I do, Master!"

The old horse held her wrist tightly while running and said: "It's okay, apprentice, I know the real way, you run with me!"

The two stumbled and dodged countless times of big knives.

I have never had such a large amount of exercise in my life, and Tuanzi's legs have begun to weaken, and I can't breathe.

The old horse's pliers-like hands clasped her wrist tightly, and she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.

Tuanzi felt that his eyes had begun to turn black, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

At the last moment, the old horse finally dragged her into a room and closed the door with a "bang".

Tuanzi was paralyzed on the ground panting heavily, and was finally saved.

She said tremblingly, "Master, Master, your physical strength is too good. If I don't get hacked to death, I will run to my death."

The audience in the live broadcast room were overjoyed, and their happiness should be based on the anchor's embarrassing escape.

"Teacher Ma is a good athlete!"

"Cow, you can run so fast while dragging a pig!"

The audience happily scrolled through the barrage, completely caring about the life and death of the two people on the screen.

The old horse felt that his lungs were about to explode, so he managed to catch his breath and began to observe the door.

Seeing the surroundings clearly, he said excitedly: "Look at apprentice! There is no fog in this room, this is the real Mr. Huang's room! It is the door of life!"

He helped up the half-dead dumpling who was slumped on the ground, and laughed happily "hehehe".

Tuanzi hurriedly grabbed the dancing old horse, put his hand to his mouth to silence, and the novelist said, "Master, isn't that old monster chasing us?"

The old horse calmed down for a while, and immediately regretted that he had made too much noise just now, and it would be bad to attract that old yellow-skinned spirit.

The two of them lay on the crack of the door and looked out. Fortunately, the yard was quiet.

The water friend was amused by the silly appearance of the two people lying on the door, and laughed wildly again.

Suddenly, the water friends found that the perspective had changed, and their perspective automatically switched to that of the anchor.

Everyone looked blankly at the empty yard, and before they had time to react, they met the face of the weasel spirit with withered and yellow hair.

"ah!!!"

The screams sounded both inside and outside the screen at the same time, and it was so exciting to suddenly paste this terrifying face!

The old horse and the dumpling were so frightened that they wailed and pressed against the door.

The old horse pushed the dumpling away and said anxiously: "Apprentice, I will hold it up, you go and move something to block the door."

Tuanzi nodded in a panic, looked around and ran towards the desk.

As soon as she raised the desk, she slammed it against the door. Tuanzi now likes this character so much, not only because of his background, but also because he is very flexible.

She pushed all the tables, chairs, and flower stands against the door at once.

She didn't stop until she emptied the room, and the monster outside the door kept banging on the door.

She glanced at the old horse struggling against the door, turned around and rushed into the barracks, trying to find something bigger to hold the door.

Huang Pizi outside the door was surprisingly energetic. Seeing that he couldn't break through the wooden door for a while, he swung his big knife and began to chop.

He cut a big hole in the door within a few strokes.

Seeing this door, he couldn't hold it any longer, so the old horse could only take a few steps back, looking at the yellow skinned man who had already controlled his face.

Tuanzi suddenly shouted loudly: "々`Master! Come quickly, I found a coffin!"

The old horse ran into the inner room and saw Tuanzi pushing the coffin lid with all his might.

"Master! Come in quickly! I'll go out and help you!"

Before the old horse could react, he was staggered by the tuanzi and almost fell into the coffin.

He stabilized his body and suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked at Tuanzi in disbelief.

Tuanzi still pushed him nervously into the coffin.

"Master, go in and hide, the space here is too small for the two of us to lie down! Leave me alone!"

Tuanzi looked nervously at the door as he spoke.

"Not good master! That yellow-skinned spirit has already crawled halfway in!"

The old horse (mo Qian's) pushed the dumpling away and said, "Okay, my good apprentice, I'll go in first, and you can support yourself."

Lao Ma said while Tuanzi was not paying attention, he pushed her down in the pool next to the coffin.

He took out a dagger from his waist and pressed it firmly against her neck.

The audience in front of the screen was confused by this sudden reversal.

"Fuck! The old horse is crazy! Bewitched by monsters!"

"Ahh! The old horse is going crazy and wants to kill his apprentice!"

"Who is the monster who changed this? Is there a God's perspective? How can even the audience be deceived!"

The old horse stared at the dumpling firmly, and said coldly: "Stop pretending! You are not my apprentice! You are that yellow skinned man!"

The water friends in the live broadcast room are completely confused about the situation. .