The Rebirth of the Ghosts Return

Cao Tianhua was in his early thirties, his face was yellow and his body was slightly fat.

Like all upstarts, this guy wears gold and silver, black sunglasses, a fancy plaid shirt, and a big back of an official.

At this moment, he is sitting under a parasol, and he is not only famous for his foreign wines, but also a lavish wine.

Looking at the villagers under the black pressure and dare to speak, Cao Tianhua showed two golden front teeth and smiled proudly.

He enjoys this emperor-like feeling. He likes to see the fearful eyes of the villagers, which will make him feel very existent.

"Beard, let them dig faster, Xu boss is urging over there, and must be dug up today!"

Cao Tianhua played with the beading on his hand and told the men around him.

"Yes, Cao Ye!"

Next to a moustache, holding a tweeter in his hand, he coughed twice: "The horse is a bar, Cao has a command, and his mother is doing it quickly!"

The excavator speeds up the process and will soon dig into the ancestral grave of Ding.

"Last name Cao, you give me a hand!"

With a vigorous drink, a feather arrow hit the glass of the bulldozer, and the scared driver quickly stopped.

"Who is so bold and dare to break Cao's good things?"

The beard opened the thug in front of him, and twirled with a horn.

"Which one is going to break my ancestral grave, don't blame Laozi's arrow for not looking long!"

Ding Laojiao opened the crowd, holding bows and arrows, and the iron noodles shouted.

"It's Ding Ye! Let's the best hunter in Huangqiao Town!"

"There is only Ding Ye who dares to make a come."

"That's the same, I heard that the last time Ding was injured by the martial arts master of Cao Tianhua, and then he was afraid that he could not keep his life."

"Then let's not join in the fun, honestly watch the show, hehe!"

Villagers like the dead water have talked about it.

Ding Laotou’s head was covered with white cloth, his waist wrapped around hemp rope, his eyebrows glared, and he was holding a mortal heart.

"Old Dingtou, a dead man's grave. You really want to die and be right with Laozi?"

Cao Tianhua, a big back that swayed the water, played with the beading on his hand, shook his shoulders, kicked the bright leather shoes, and came over, sneered.

"Cao Tianhua, you are bad for my Dingjia grave. I want to bury a few tons of chemical waste in Huangshiling. You are going to harm the whole town. Are your consciences eaten by dogs?"

Ding Laojiao patted the chest and screamed.

"Conscience value is a few cents? Buried a few piles of garbage, and you can't die. Your old man will do it again, believe it or not, and I buried you."

Cao Tianhua pointed to Ding Laojiao, carrying a big golden tooth, and swearing.

"Citizens, chemical waste is buried, the water and soil in our village are all broken, our scorpion will get sick after eating!"

"Citizens, let's make a rope, for the ancestors and the scorpions, fight with his surname Cao."

Ding Laojiao shouted and wanted to launch angry folks.

However, no one is in the first place, they are too afraid of Cao’s family.

"Haha, these kinds of cockroaches, I buried them, they didn't dare to put a fart."

"Who dares to move Laozi, your old child is not interested in finding death, understand?"

Cao Tianhua glanced at the audience and laughed.

The hybrids on the side also followed the high machete and shouted in unison: "Long live Cao, long live Cao!"

"I killed you a devil!"

On the surface of Ding Laojiao, under the wrath, Cao Tianhua pulled the arrow.

"cut!"

"Master Xing, look at you."

Cao Tianhua was too lazy to move, and the scornful cold snorted.

"A hunter in the district, dare to offer ugly in front of Laozi?"

The cold voice, like a knife, is cold.

In the crowd, a black robe geek was thrown out, and **** were extended, and the arrow was easily caught.

The black robes fingered one another, pinched the arrow, and slowly turned around, showing a positive.

But see this person with long hair shawl, thick eyebrows, burly, full of fierceness, at first glance is the **** monks.

Especially the hand of his arrow is black and ink, it is the master of cultivation of evil spirits.

"It's you!"

Ding Laojun, like a ghost, screamed.

"The last time I didn't kill you this old dog, I dare to die, I will take your dog's life today."

The criminal master is cold and cold.

"It turned out that your hair was hurting my grandfather, I killed you!"

Ding Yong and the barbarian glanced at each other and rushed over with the hoe.

Both of them have a bit of crops, and their strengths are several hundred pounds, one **** and one fork.

It’s all a life-saving play.

The surrounding fellows, all of them mentioned the eyes of the blind man. If this is true, I am afraid that I will see the prince on the spot.

A good master of Xing, do not shy away!

When the **** and the shovel came to the front, the iron palm waved, and Ding Yong and the barbarian were struck by lightning, and the blood spit out.

what!

The two were injured by the sinister internal force, screaming to the ground, and even turned over a dozen rolls, the pain of the straight roll, where to climb.

"The courage, the barbaric!"

The old man was afraid that Master Xing would die, and he was quickly guarded in front of the two.

"Master Xing, just start, kill the old man when the garbage is buried." Cao Tianhua bloodthirsty licked his lips, do not care about sneer.

It seems that this is not three people, but three old dogs.

"Old dog, do you think that you can stop me? I will send you my grandson to Huang Quan."

The rise of Master Xing’s murder is unreasonable. www.wuxiaspot.com~ Come on, and you will hit Ding Daddy.

Ding Laojiao looked at the black palm and fell, where to hide.

He is just an old hunter, and the master of Xing is a true master of martial arts.

In the face of crops, the martial arts master is a fairy-like existence, not that he can resist it.

Hey!

God, are you blind?

The wicked are in the way, where are the lives of our people?

I am not willing to die!

Ding Laojiao closed his eyes and only stayed in Huangquan.

At this moment, the original murderous Master Xing changed his face and screamed and flew out like a cannonball.

Ouch!

Master Xing was planted in a grave, and the sharp bones of the dead were just tied to his mouth, stabbing a **** hole.

Master Xing, who was originally arrogant, was full of mud, full of blood, and he was not awkward.

"I bother!"

Master Xing ate a big loss, spit a **** flower, and jumped into the grave. Ma Li took a powder from his pocket and blocked the wound. The screaming screaming screamed.

"Who? Who is living impatient, dare to attack Laozi!"

Master Xing was holding a pair of bronze bells and staring at him.

"Do you see your eyes?"

A sneer sneer came out.

Everyone looked at the tall, thin young man in a long gown and a thousand base shoes.

He is like a sharp silver gun, stand out, white, delicate cheeks, exudes compelling arrogance.

However, the folks do not understand the martial arts. From the point of view of the individual, the Qin dynasty is a young scholar who has no strength in the hands of the chicken. It is not a wise move.

This is not typical, jump out and die?

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