Late Night Bookstore

Lao Dao never considers himself a hero, and, in many cases, he even forgets that he is a Taoist,

After all, he is sometimes the master of "Amitabha" who even reads "Infinite Heavenly Venerable".

He has self-knowledge, he knows that he is a small person, the small person has his own way of living, he understands and understands.

It's okay to be a laugh, adjust life,

It is also a consciousness to force yourself to make a laugh without a laugh.

He knew he was useless, and he was useless except for family rune paper.

Even the dead servant in the bookstore, who is now responsible for being a cleaner, is similar to the sweeping monk in the Buddhist scriptures of Shaolin Temple in Lao Dao's eyes. Pulling it out can also beat his master.

Small people also have the advantages of small people. You can slip when you are slipping. When someone encounters something, others don’t expect you to withstand it. You don’t have to go to the top, keep a useful body, and don’t have to be a hero. Get long.

This is the old way of survival,

The world laughed at him, slandered him, satirized him,

But these seventy years of age, he has long been transparent about life, life and work, those who laugh at him, in fact, no one can understand him, nor live a real life.

The little monkey was still carrying the little schoolbag behind him, with tears in his eyes.

The old road propped the pole with one hand, barely supporting himself while standing, already scarred on his body.

Knee, shoulders, calves, etc., some wounds can even see the bones inside.

Even if it was Cao Ding's upper body last time, the old man did not suffer such a serious injury.

Ordinary people, small characters, seriously injured, it is really an unbearable thing, don’t look at boss Zhou before opening Wushuang often coma for half a month, the skin is unsightly, but boss Zhou’s physique is different, after waking up Cultivation for a while is still alive and kicking.

Lao Dao does not have this treatment,

But he continued to stand still, standing in front of the little monkey.

I don’t know whether it’s because Black Shadow deliberately wants to slowly torment him, or because the old man puts the rune paper on his forehead to make the other party have some fear,

In short,

The black shadow didn't just kill him,

Instead, he fell into this kind of jigsaw, which hurt him every time.

And the old way,

It can only be regarded as a passive bearer.

The shadow hits again,

Lao Dao was hit with a heavy punch in the chest. The whole figure looked like a kite with a broken line, flew out, and then hit the ground. The corner of his mouth began to overflow with blood, and he almost fainted.

"Damn... or directly... kill the poor... you... a little... come... interesting?

Keep going back and forth, in and out,

You are a poor man b! "

Even if it was beaten into this miserable look, but the old man still did not spare others, he was quite attentive in front of Zhou Ze, even made a mistake and would come out with a broom mop to contribute to "striving for a health city" ,

But this time, Lao Dao didn't take it seriously at all, and even seemed a bit muscular.

It was like a guy named Sun Xiaoqiang in Rongcheng who persuaded him not to subsidize the group of white-eyed wolf students in the mountain,

But the old ways are still the same,

People who seem to have no principle are nothing but encountering what they want to insist on.

"That's good... I am here to tell you... your job... is far worse than my boss..."

The little monkey squatted beside the old road, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks anxiously, and even dug a handful of mud from the flowerbed, intending to sneer at it.

It was only at this time that the little monkey couldn't urinate.

It began to bounce endlessly, but couldn't find a way to find it. If it was changed to the previous life, it would be a fierce look, but it could be a battle, but it was still too small in this life, and it seemed too helpless at this time. some.

Dark Shadow began to walk slowly, as if he had been watching whether Lao Dao would stand up. His behavior was indeed a bit abnormal. As Lao Dao speculated, he seemed to be really afraid of something.

Are you afraid of your own rune?

But is he not a self-righteous person?

My rune,

Does it work for him?

Lao Tao is also a little confused,

But when he was lost, he still had to stand up,

Since the little monkey is regarded as his own grandson, it is impossible to die behind him, but the old man still struggles to stand up.

The shadow is coming,

It seems that he also breathed a sigh of relief,

Then he raised his hand,

Hands are narrow,

Yes,

Very narrow,

Narrow as a piece of paper, but extremely sharp, as if it could easily tear up all obstacles.

Holding the Yin Yang Book, the little monkey fell **** the ground and even stomped hard with his feet.

Boss Zhou gave this thing to the little monkey for safekeeping,

Of course the little monkey knows that this must be a baby,

But this baby has no way to play a role at a critical moment,

It feels like when you are trapped in the desert, there are several boxes of rare treasures around you, but no drop of water.

But step on step on,

Suddenly there was a cat meow in the Yin Yang Book,

Immediately after,

Three beams of different colors flew out from inside and landed around.

Black is a black cat,

The cyan is a python,

The yellow one is a weasel,

Boss Zhou's "Animal World" finally appeared at this time.

It seems that the voice of teacher Zhao Zhongxiang came from the ear:

"In this forest, when summer comes, the weasel begins to come out to forage, the snakes also end their hibernation, and the hair of the hunter's family is lazy and unrelenting.

Here, you can see a lot of animals, they live here, live here, and create harmony and beauty that belong to nature.

Here, you can even see--fucky horse........."

Shadows paused for a moment.

"Squeak!!!"

The little monkey shouted desperately at the three figures, and he didn’t know what to shout, but between animals, oh no, monsters should also have their own way of communication and language, so the little monkey’s "squeak", They should be understandable.

Now,

The black cat crawled towards the shadow, ready to attack.

After all, the Yin Yang Book has long been recognized by Zhou Ze. Although Zhou Ze is still not a master, the black cat knows what he should do as an instrument.

But Bagu milk and Huang Asan showed an indifferent look. They even took a step back, saying that it had nothing to do with me.

"Oh, at this time, I really want to ask my grandma to rescue you?

Why did my grandma save you?

You all die,

All the people in the bookstore are dead! "

"Hoohoo.........huhoo........."

Huang Asan continued to fall asleep, although it was moving, but the snoring still showed a gesture of nothing to do with himself.

The monkey seemed very angry, and continued to squeak. Based on his experience of following the old scumbags, talking about talking and reasoning, he must have stood out among the monsters.

But Bagu milk and Huang Asan were still unmoved.

Bagu milk even sneered twice, and said to the shadow:

"Daoyou, you do your business, and my grandma promises not to interfere."

This is to make clear the meaning of watching the fire from the other side, and even cheer.

Black Shadow turned his head slightly, glanced at the two monsters trying to break away from the battle circle, and there was a weird laugh in his throat, saying:

"Monster, you must die!"

next moment,

The flute sounded,

The black cat prostrate on the ground in pain, and the tail that had been lifted up was languishing.

Huang Asan and Bagu's milk were the same, and they fell to the ground very painfully.

"You...you don't make sense..." Bagu shouted angrily.

Simultaneously,

Bagu milk is also very wronged,

This time I came out of the mountain to solve the junior's business,

Why didn't you just feel so bad?

First, the bookstore owner inexplicably imitated the plot of King Gold Horn and Silver Horn in The Journey to the West, but now he came out and came across a righteous person who could not see the sand in his eyes.

"Monster, you must die!"

"puff!"

A crack appeared on the black cat's body, which was a wound, which meant that his soul body was torn open, but the black cat rushed into the next moment, turned into a black photoelectricity, and directly penetrated the black shadow.

But the flute didn’t stop,

Shadows reappeared in the other direction.

"Go! No choice, he locked our gas machine, and he didn't plan to let us escape!"

Huang Asan, who had been in the "Dream" for a long time, said a low voice, and then rushed to the shadows. The eight aunts did not hesitate anymore, and rushed to kill.

When you have no choice,

I really have no choice,

You have to fight if you don’t desperately!

The three monsters and souls strangled the shadows, and the scene was once very chaotic.

But every time the black shadow is torn and broken down, it can always reappear quickly~www.wuxiaspot.com~

He has a lot of skin, which means he has many avatars.

His body must be nearby, but he never showed up,

And from the beginning to the present, he has manipulated several human skins, and shot and killed several people at the same time.

This is a kind of courage,

It is also a kind of indifferent confidence.

He taught Xu Qinglang this method,

But Lao Xu was only content to practice until he pinned his parents’ death souls to accompany himself,

Later, he became a cook.

The sound of flute suddenly increased,

Shadow quality seems to be better than before,

The black cat was swept away, the soul was almost transparent,

The milks of Huang Asan and Bagu also collapsed.

If they can escape, they have already escaped, but the other party doesn't mean to let them go. This feeling makes them very aggrieved.

"What about the ghost? Where did he die!"

Bagu milk shouted suddenly.

Ridiculous,

at this time,

Bagu's milk actually called Zhou Ze, the guy she wanted to eat raw and peeled.

"Buzz!"

Shadows hit again,

The three weak monster figures had to grind their teeth to welcome them again.

And on the side,

Lao Dao kept coughing blood in his mouth,

The little monkey was wiping the old way with his meat claws,

At the same time, the other paw was holding the phone and kept calling Zhou Ze, but I didn't know the reason,

The voice on the phone has been:

"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected temporarily, please try again later.

sorry! thenotbe, p1easeredia11ater..."

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