Butcher Zhang is a cold and rectal man.

Not as enthusiastic as Fang Zheng.

So Fang Zheng was destined to be with Butcher Zhang and could not get any answers.

Fang Zheng, who couldn't eat the melon, had to leave the Nether Shop and turn to the fake bookstore next door. It was almost dawn and the old street was about to silence again. It was time for him to take his clothes away.

When leaving the underworld shop.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but look at the embroidered shoe that was thrown on the street by Mr. Fu.

Isn’t Mr. Fu worried that he would be picked up by ordinary passers-by?

Why is Mr. Fu so sure that the person who picked up the embroidered shoes was the one he was waiting for?

And is the person who is waiting for a woman?

With doubts in his heart, Fang Zheng walked towards Zuoqianhu Store next door.

"Brother Zuo, I wonder if you have heard a little story? I heard that there are pandas in the mountains of Bashu. Everyone doesn't ride a bicycle to go out, but they ride pandas on the street. If you make friends from Bashu, you can ask your friends from Bashu to send giant pandas..."

As soon as he entered the store, Fang Zheng smiled like a chrysanthemum and said with a harmless smile on his face.

Zuo Qianhu looked at the smile on Fang Zheng's face.

I always feel that Fang Zheng’s smile today is very terrible.

"What the hell are you going to say?" Zuo Qianhu was very alert.

Fang Zheng rubbed his hands and smiled: "Brother Zuo, it's been more than half a month since we parted this time, right?"

"It's like three autumns a day without seeing each other, not to mention that it's half a month, and there are at least twenty or three autumns apart! The old saying goes, it's a good idea to have friends coming from afar! I've been reunited this time after a long separation, and I've given you a gift from Brother Zuo. Should I return a gift from Brother Zuo? I'm not greedy. The killing god Baiqi wood carving magic weapon that last time I went to Yin, Brother Zuo, please give me one more."

Fang Zheng smiled honestly.

But in the eyes of Zuo Qianhu and Chuanpuyang, Xiao Hei was shameless and was subjected to a contemptuous look.

Fangzheng has been wandering around for so long, but the purpose of coming is actually very simple.

I wanted to borrow wood carving magic tools from Zuo Qianhu, and then I would kill the dead-headed woman when I went to the dark next time.

Even if it is not used to kill a woman with a dead head, it is good to keep it for self-defense just in case.

Only then will you encounter a greater crisis if you are forcibly pulled into the spiritual world of the dead next time, and you will be forced into the spiritual world of the dead?

There is a saying that is prepared for any trouble.

Zuo Qianhu was a little confused when he heard it: "What did you give me?"

"That family bucket!"

"Zuo Qianhu had eaten it just now. Could it be that a big man like Zuo Qianhu would forget it if he turned around?"

Fang Zheng became sadder the more he spoke.

But before Zuo Qianhu could speak, Chuanpu Sheep, who was licking the wool beside him, had already broken up, laughed and said, "Your head is filled with melons, it's all melon balls. The whole family bucket is obviously the money earned by the little niece's clothes and clothes to buy it to honor our uncles and uncles."

Zuo Qianhu: "..."

Fang Zheng was not embarrassed at all after being exposed in person, and actually said calmly: "Chuanpuyang, Brother Xiang asked me to dream last night and said that it missed you."

threaten!

This is a naked threat!

Chuanpuyang was immediately scared and autistic.

Zuo Qianhu: "Why did you suddenly mention this?"

Zuo Qianhu was a little curious.

Why did Fang Zheng suddenly mention the wood carving he wanted to carve?

Usually, Fang Zheng is a person who knows the importance of the matter, and is definitely not a greedy person.

Fang Zheng sighed and began to talk about himself in a desperate manner. Since he was entangled with ancient resentment, he has been so miserable.

Drink water to plug your hair, boil water and pour water to get hair.

Drink hair in drinks, soy milk, and wash your face and hair.

Fang Zheng went from the coffin of a living person, was pulled into the dungeon inexplicably, and then to the ancient resentment he was entangled in reality, and said it one by one.

After hearing this, Zuo Qianhu actually laughed gloatingly: "Brother Zhiqiu, it seems that you are quite a woman."

God is so lucky to be a woman.

Am I here to talk about women today?

"Brother Zuo, stop making trouble." Fang Zheng sighed.

"Brother Zuo, you see, I'm so miserable. Why don't Brother Zuo lend me the 'Killing God Bai Qi' as your own defense..."

Zuo Qianhu changed his face seriously this time: "This matter is indeed a big trouble."

"That's right." Fang Zheng nodded, thinking that Zuo Qianhu had finally agreed.

But Zuo Qianhu changed the subject: "I asked Mr. Fu to take action in this matter. If Mr. Fu takes action, there will be a result soon."

"I didn't expect that so many things happened in Zhou City just after I left for more than twenty days."

Fang Zheng immediately stopped Mr. Fu when he heard that he wanted to take action.

He found a rich well with rare oil.

It all depends on it to get rich.

If Mr. Fu takes action, how can he have something to do?

"Brother Zuo, I thought about it carefully and thought it was also a good opportunity to train. Don't bother Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu is busy with clothes recently. The more critical the moment, we should not make things difficult for Mr. Fu."

There was no advantage in Zuo Qianhu, so Fangzheng moved his position and went to find Yan Chixia in the jade shop, but he ended up in vain.

Finally, Fang Zheng left the old street before dawn came with some depressed mood.

But as soon as he returned to his hometown, Fang Zheng immediately resurrected in full blood.

Because he remembered something!

"Since I can't walk on the road of others, it seems that I can only rely on myself. Fortunately, I have a master of the same lineage as Zuo Qianhu. It doesn't matter if my clothes and clothes are not as skilled as Zuo Qianhu. After all, I still have the art of creation, a human skin scripture."

"The more infinite a person's imagination is, the more powerful the creation of the scriptures in the human skin."

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that this method was very feasible.

When Fang Zheng looked at him with a kind and kind look, the little guy was shocked at that time.

The eye sockets seemed to have become embarrassing.

Do you want her to do her homework as soon as she got home?

Then, under Fang Zheng's gaze, the little guy took out his math book very consciously, lay in front of the coffee table in the living room, worriedly calculating addition, subtraction, multiplication and division with his fingers, and started writing today's math homework.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Why did Yiyi take the initiative to do math homework as soon as she got home today?

What this little guy hates most is math homework, and he will procrastinate if he can procrastinate.

Then Fang Zheng looked relieved.

Yiyi finally grew up and finally understood his good intentions.

If this world grasps mathematics, it is equivalent to grasping the whole world who wants to call you dad.

Next, Fang Zheng began to think seriously.

If you want to make weapons in the spiritual world, where can you find this material?

The first material that Fang Zheng thought of was the coffin board.

This coffin board must be a coffin board that needs to be in the extreme yin land, and the yin energy must be heavy.

But he didn't know where Zuo Qianhu snatched the scraps of coffin board last time?

However, this is not a problem!

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.

He thought of the seventy-two gates of hell where the gravekeeper's nest is located.
Chapter completed!