At this point, the water demon mother three people seem to be going to enter Toyota Village through this fragrant road
However, the water demon who walked in front of the village suddenly found something and stretched out his hand to stop a pair of children behind him and move on.
With his back to Pei Wende, he couldn’t see the water demon’s expression from this angle.
Pei Wende can only see that after the water demon stretched out his hand to stop it, Ping Ming and Bi Xing showed their vigilance.
Especially the chubby BiXing this moment faded his simple and honest disguise, ferocious and fierce glare at the front.
You can also vaguely see a black dragon tattoo, Bi Xing, wandering around and emitting a violent atmosphere that makes Pei Wende feel familiar.
[That’s … I really yuan? 】
Quite shocked, Pei Wende never imagined that Bi Xingshen still had his own strength.
Because that dragon is like a snake, not a snake’s claw, which is a manifestation of Mohoroga’s strength.
Chapter 9 You can just call me Xiong Da!
Zhang Zhiqiang is a villager in Toyota Village who has never left the village since childhood.
For Zhang Zhiqiang, this acre of land in Toyota Village is his own department, and he never thought of leaving here for the outside world.
After all, there are exorbitant taxes, levies, soldiers, disasters and chaos in the outside world. How can we live peacefully in the village?
Even Zhang Zhiqiang knows that peace in the village is not without cost.
In addition to offering sacrifices to the mountain gods every once in a while, the villagers must be busy with their fields every day to ensure a bumper harvest next year.
Although the mountain god is kind and generous, he never keeps lazy people.
Pay is rewarded. Pay is rewarded. This is the mountain god in Zhang Zhiqiang’s eyes.
However, just today, the decades-long quiet life in Zhang Zhiqiang has been broken
While it was still light, Zhang Zhiqiang went to his field after feeding the chickens and ducks and cutting enough firewood as usual.
This field was left to him by Zhang Zhiqiang’s father.
After several generations of reclamation, the fertility of this field has long exceeded that of others in the same village, and they can reap a bumper harvest by planting it casually.
The only drawback of this field is that it is a little far from the village.
Zhang Zhiqiang walked for a long time and saw his field at the junction of the village and the outside world.
However, when Zhang Zhiqiang came here, he first noticed that it was not his own field but three figures at the village entrance.
There is no doubt that those are three outsiders.
Zhang Zhiqiang, an outsider who occasionally comes to Toyota Village, is no stranger.
It is not surprising that there are three or five people who have strayed into Toyota Village in a year.
The problem is that most of the outsiders are ordinary farmers and tourists.
These three gas fields, like the eyes, are not ordinary people at first glance. It’s the first time that Zhang Zhiqiang, an outsider, has seen them.
The three heads are a big and strong man.
He is more than two meters tall and ugly, but his arm muscles are thicker than ordinary people’s thighs.
The key is that the big strong man is a simple village entrance, and there is a gas field that is not angry and arrogant.
And behind that strong man is a little monk with a thin figure and a haggard face.
Judging from his appearance alone, the little novice monk seems to be an underage boy, but his appearance seems a little mature.
Little novice monk’s appearance and body form a fresh contrast, which is a string of huge beads around his neck.
Each rosary in this string of beads is the size of an ordinary fist.
The glossy and slippery surface means that the holder cherishes and makes it
Zhang Zhiqiang once went to the nearby mountain to pray for blessings, but he was sure that even the temple host Chang Fozhu was absolutely not as delicate and precious as this string of beads.
When Zhang Zhiqiang looked beyond the strong man and the little novice monk, the last figure that caught his eye was a young man who was not very impressive.
Judging from his dress, the young man is also a monk.
A blue-gray robe is simple and old, and you can tell that it is wearing regular clothes all the year round.
Although you can’t see the specific material of the mord in your hand, it is obviously impossible for you to be so easily danced by young people by pure steel forging.
Zhang Zhiqiang’s shallow understanding of the mord should probably have adopted some carving techniques
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