Hundreds of ghosts are walking at night, and the innocent villagers are about to fall into a place of eternal destruction.
Yang Lianzhou, the gifted Taoist priest of the Shangqing Sect and the "Jiahao" among gifted monsters, stood at the entrance of the village, pouring wine into his mouth and smiling scornfully.
In the rain of blood, he performed a drunken fist fight!
In the strong wind, he walked quickly!
The Taoist priests who were busy putting up talismans and forming formations to subdue the evil spirits said: ... This man is really pretending.
After whipping the last evil ghost, Yang Lianzhou walked towards the young man with only a broken body left in the corner: "Hey, kid, are you hanging out with me?"
A classmate kindly reminded him: "Junior Brother Yang, this kid has an evil spirit in him, and he can't be fed anymore. It's better to give him a ride."
"How can it be so evil? It's just a child." Yang Lianzhou didn't take it seriously and took him back to the sect.
Some years later.
Yang Lianzhou was carried to bed by Yang Xingyu, who had brought her up.
Yang Xingyu had a red slap mark on his face and his eyes were dark: "Brother Lianzhou, if you don't let me see the erotic pictures, won't you let me use you?"
The arms and legs he lacked when he was young had been replaced by Yang Lianzhou with prosthetic limbs made from immortal weapons.
The scratched back and mechanical legs kept shaking, shining with an icy sheen in the moonlight.
Yang Lianzhou cried and regretted at the same time. She should have listened to her colleagues and sent Yang Xingyu away!
Note: (The story may be changed)
Intention: Optimistic
