The Tang bandit was not convinced, nothing could escape the hands and eyes of those who hated him.

So, he searched inside the cave for a while.

There was really nothing left.

"Is there a god as poor as you?" Tang Bandit said with a look of disdain: "Don't call me the fierce god from now on, call me the poor god."

"Eh..." The Tang bandits discovered the New World.

He discovered that the poor god...

The clothes on the fierce god were rotten, but the black cloak he wore was intact.

Tang Bandit reached out and touched it. The fabric was soft, neither silk nor silk. He didn't know what kind of fabric it was.

So the Tang bandit took off his cloak.

He wanted to tie the cloak around Little Fatty's neck, but Little Fatty refused. He was so frightened that Fatty's face turned pale and said: "Brother, these are the clothes of a dead man... I dare not wear them."

When he thought of the huge head he had just seen and the confused aura of death all over his body, he worried that he would have nightmares.

If you want this cloak, what if the evil god comes to you at night?

"What a bastard." Tang Bandit said angrily: "Such a good thing... don't forget about it."

He put the cloak on himself. There was no mirror, but he had already imagined in his mind how cool and handsome he looked at this moment.

Well, this fierce god cloak is really good...

Tang Bandit said to Xiaopang: "Xiaopang, hit me with a hammer."

"Brother..." Xiaopang was shocked, looked at Tang Bandit with wide eyes, and said, "You...what's wrong with you?"

He found that his eldest brother became a little abnormal once he was exposed to the evil spirit's things.

"Forget it, I'm just talking casually." Tang Bandit waved his hand and said: "I want to try if this cloak has any magical effects... I'd better take it off and try again. Just in case.

No, wasn’t I beaten to death by you?”

"Yes." Xiaopang nodded repeatedly and said, "You will be smashed to death by me."

Thinking that he might kill his eldest brother with his own hands, Xiaopang felt extremely uncomfortable.

The bandit of Tang Dynasty is beautiful, but his fierce spirit is completely gone.

A fierce god of a generation fell into such a state of decline that his precious weapons were taken away, and even the only piece of clothing on his body was stripped off...

Those who hear it feel sad, and those who see it cry.

Tang Bandit felt that there was really nothing to gain, so he said to Xiaopang, "Let's go back."

After thinking for a while, he turned around and bowed three times to the Fierce God, and said with a pious face: "Thank you, Lord Fierce God, for sending me clothes and medicines. I can't repay you for your kindness. I, Lu Yu, will work as a horse for you in the next life."

"Brother, why did you call your godfather's name?" Xiaopang asked doubtfully.

"Crack!"

Tang Bandit slapped the little fat man on the head and said angrily: "Keep your voice down, don't let the evil god hear you."

"..."

Bandit Tang and Xiaopang returned home with a full load, and they politely closed the door to the accomplice God.

The red light scattered inside the cave began to gather high in the sky, and then turned into a pair of blood-red eyes.

A huge head was looming, and the eyes that were rippling with blood were staring at the naked body on the stone platform of the cave...

"roar......"
Chapter completed!