Abandoned concubine auspicious

Chapter 216
The man rolled twice in front, stood up again, continued to run forward, and said while running: "Shenhou, you are not good at martial arts!"

He turned back and made a face at him, and went on.

Mu Qingcheng could see clearly that the human skin mask on his face had been torn off, revealing Wang Ziqin's face... What's going on, is it Wang Zhi'er?She knows martial arts?Or a hidden martial arts master?
The two brothers and sisters joined forces to frame him?

He saw Wang Ziqin just now, and now he saw that the face of the false god was Wang Ziqin's again, and he was 100% sure in his heart that these two brothers and sisters were playing with him!

It's not enough to play once, but to play a second time!

Seeing the face that made him hate it to the bone, Mu Qingcheng lost her mind and chased him madly!
At this time, the sky was windy and the clouds were thick.

The two came to the Julu Terrace like lightning and thunder. The man seemed to have no way to escape. He turned around, looked at Mu Qingcheng, and begged from the bottom of his eyes, "God, why do you want to kill them all?"

Mu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, "Say, who are you?"

He had never hated this face so much!

He had never wanted to tear this face apart so much, he looked him up and down, saw his chest was bulging, and his suspicion deepened, this person is really that bitch Wang Zhier?When did she have such high martial arts?He had contact with her a few times before, although she has some fists and kicks, but it is not so high in lightness kung fu!

Mu Qingcheng watched him vigilantly!
Hua Zixu stretched out his hands and raised his swollen chest, swept away the sad look just now, turned his waist and approached Mu Qingcheng with a smile, and imitated Wang Zhier's voice in a forced voice, "Shenhou, tell me, who am I? ?”

Mu Qingcheng was puzzled, "No, you are not Wang Zhi'er."

Huazi Xulanhua raised her finger and pointed at him, "Why am I not Wang Zhi'er?"

As they got closer, Mu Qingcheng could clearly see the wrinkling of the thin layer of skin on his face, and sneered, "Today Benhou will tear off your skin."

With a flash of his figure, he came to Hua Zixu, raised his hand and struck at Hua Zixu's face. When he saw it, he tore off the layer of skin on his face, revealing the picture of Hua Zixu who was beaten by Hong Hong. The bruised face confirmed my guess, and Mu Qingcheng's face became more serious, with a killing intent in his heart, "Say, who are you!"

No matter who it is, it is related to Wang Zhier, and he cannot be allowed to walk out of here alive today!

Wang Zhi'er actually has such a master of qinggong to help!

Hua Zixu clapped his hands and smiled, "Shenhou, look up."

At this time, the strong wind had started, and there was a loud noise on the Julu Terrace, and dark clouds floated over from a distance.

Mu Qingcheng didn't look up, but looked at his chest, thinking in his heart, his chest was swollen just now, why did it become flat in the blink of an eye?

Just as he was thinking, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck straight down from the sky. He felt a pain all over his body, as if being torn apart from top to bottom, and there was a scorching smell coming from his body. The brain is also buzzing.

Everyone in the audience saw clearly that Mu Qingcheng was standing on the Julu stage, suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and a bolt of lightning struck straight down, splitting Mu Qingcheng into a black mass of coke.

Someone said loudly: "It's true, the god is a fake! God is angry, punish this fake god..."

The voice became louder and louder, and someone took the lead and said, "Go, sue the emperor and expose this fake god!"

Seeing this situation in their hearts, the guards guarding the Julu Terrace were also in shock, as no one would stop them.

Slowly, everyone gathered in front of Julu Terrace.

Mu Qingcheng woke up from the severe pain, raised her hands, and saw those black, charred hands clearly, how could they still be as white and jade as before?The false god Hou on the opposite side was slipping away quietly down the stage.

Hearing the drumming from the audience, he knew that his career as a god might be over!
He shouted loudly at the top of his lungs, "Wang Zhi'er, this Marquis will not let you go!"

He vomited blood and fell on the Julu stage.

, Hua Zixu pursed his lips, didn't even look at Mu Qingcheng, he habitually held up his chest, and found that it was flat, and there was a gap... Turning around, he disappeared under the Julu stage.

Sitting in the carriage playing the role of servant, Wang Zhi'er shuddered when she heard the roar from the Julu stage, stroked the chicken skin on the back of her hand and hummed twice, "It's up to you whether to let me go or not? "

Wang Ziqin was on the sidelines, wondering, "Sister, let's go quickly, it's hard to guarantee that Mu Qingcheng won't go crazy!"

While speaking, Hua Zixu lifted the curtain and rushed onto the sedan chair, patting the carriage, "Go, go."

The driver was Hong Hong, who swung a whip, almost breaking his hand that he couldn't take back in time.

Honghong murmured, with disdain in her eyes, "Hmph, don't think that if you pretend to be a god, you will become a god, my old lady will still beat you with a whip!"

Huazi hurriedly said: "Grandma, it's okay if I call you grandma, hurry up, hurry up, that Mu Qingcheng is too scary, even a thunderbolt can't kill him!"

Hong Hong snorted, "If lightning can kill him, he is no longer a god."

Wang Ziqin looked up at Hua Zixu's chest, and said, "Just those two balls, can they really attract lightning?"

Hua Zixu supported his empty chest with his hands, and said, "If I didn't hang the ropes of these two balloons on Mu's body, how could it attract lightning?"

He had an expression of praise me, praise me, and the corner of his eyes swept Hong Hong who was driving the car outside the curtain, which made Wang Zhier laugh.

Wang Ziqin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and asked Wang Zhi'er suspiciously, "Sister, you will come up with such a way at first, put burning gas in a very thin leather bag, and the balloon will rise to the sky, and the unterminated Put a rope on Mu Qingcheng's body, and it will attract lightning, almost roasting him?"

Wang Zhi'er said: "My brother used to be away from the mansion, and my aunt and sisters ignored me, so I had to find some idle books to read. I saw this method from a book of wild history. Do you remember that Kongming lanterns are also used to burn The gas held up the lamp and let the lamp fly into the air, and I thought, similarly, if I put the gas into the thin skin, it will definitely work!"

Wang Ziqin sighed: "Sister, if you go to praise the imperial examination, you will definitely win the first prize. I have never heard of such a method of inferring other cases from one instance. Also, the name is also good. Balloon, how appropriate!"

Huazi said listlessly: "And I, I risked my life to stuff those two balloons on my chest and hang them on Mu Qingcheng's body. I have no credit but hard work, okay?"

Hong Hong flicked her whip outside the car, "Flower picker, you deserve credit this time!"

Hua Zixu's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he straightened his waist and said, "I don't even look at who did it! This task is very demanding. If it wasn't for my high skill, how could he, Mu Qingcheng, check it out? I don't even feel it!"

(End of this chapter)