Cui Ziyu glanced at the few people with contempt and sighed softly.

"You mortals are afraid of gods and ghosts. I don't understand what you are afraid of? Where people belong, high-quality is God, low-quality is ghosts, and ignorance is terrible. I feel deeply saddened to see your declining appearance. Oh, why do I say this? How do these mortals understand my sorrow? You will never experience the pain of being a god." He looked at Bao Xiaohong with a focused look: "You, an ordinary woman, are not worthy of being a friend of me, and not worthy of being my girlfriend. My friend is either a god or an immortal, the second most, a ghost immortal."

After hearing this, Bao Xiaohong looked sad and said to Zuo Fei: "Look at him, he is crazy, is there any treatment?"

Zuo Fei felt like an ant crawling around his back. He was worried about the bell in Cui Ziyu's mouth. Before he recovered from the fear he had just now, he heard Bao Xiaohong's question and replied casually: "I think it's OK."

"What do you need to prepare?"

"If you are convenient, wait for us outside and I will do a psychological test for him."

"Then I'll go cook."

Cui Ziyu was extremely disdainful: "A mortal dared to show off his power in front of me. Do you look down on the gods?"

Bao Xiaohong glanced at Zuo Fei helplessly and left quickly.

Zuo Fei pulled a chair and sat opposite Cui Ziyu: "I know, you are not sick."

"Why, how do you know that I am not sick? Most people don't think so."

"Do you think I look like an ordinary person?"

"It's not a question of whether it looks like it or not, it's just an ordinary person."

Zuo Fei looked dark and he had practiced magical powers at least. Although he was only in the physical condition of the body tempering realm, he was not worthless, right? He looked at Cui Ziyu and said solemnly: "Look carefully."

"Can I still see if the flowers are coming?"

"Tell you the truth, I am a monk."

He lowered his voice. Of course, Oli gave this nerve, even if he heard it, he would not understand it, but he was always wary of others.

Cui Ziyu showed a surprise on her face: "Really?"

"Well, can't you see the fairy aura emitted from my body?"

"I can't see it. I don't have any divine power now, only my spiritual eyes are still there, and I can see the Yin people."

"Is the bell still on my back?"

"Not here."

Zuo Fei felt relieved.

But Cui Ziyu said, "She is sitting on your shoulder and touching your ears with her little hands."

Goosebumps flew on the left, no wonder the right shoulder was cold and the ears were chilly. This was the invasion of the yin energy.

"Mr. Cui, you have to help me talk and let her move a little."

"Haha, this kid is naughty, she doesn't listen to me."

"I am a monk. You'd better keep her away, otherwise I'll be angry and release the true fire of Samadhi and she will be wiped out."

"Then you can do whatever you want, I can't control it anyway. A little ghost is a lonely ghost anyway. Even if he is scattered, it's not a bad thing. I've already overcome the tribulation, who else can I count on?"

"Don't force me, I can fight ghosts with hardcore."

"Then you hurry up, I'll take the opportunity to learn a few tricks."

Zuo Fei glanced at Oli and said, "Go to the artifact."

"Wo Kick?"

"Sticky rice!"

He came prepared.

"Brother Fat, how to get on?"

"Brother Fei!"

"Brother Gray, how do you get on?"

"Brother Fei!"

"Brother Hei, how do you get on?"

Zuo Fei looked so angry that he had no hope for his pronunciation. He completely gave up and waved his hand: "Surface my shoulders and hit me!"

Oli nodded with a heavy emphasis: "I understand!"

He swung the small bag containing glutinous rice and slammed it hard on Zuo Fei's shoulder

Zuo Fei fell down from the chair and said angrily: "Oli, are you a fool? Just sprinkle the glutinous rice."

"How can I know if you don't say it?"

He shrank his neck, grabbed the glutinous rice, and hit Zuo Fei in the face.

Zuo Fei's shoulder made a hissing sound, and a wisp of white smoke emerged. A lot of glutinous rice that fell to the ground was muddy on the spot.

"Now, you should be killed away."

Zuo Fei took off the glutinous rice from his clothes and sat back on the chair.

Cui Ziyu shook her head: "It's over, you've angered her. Do you feel cold on the back of your head now?"

"Damn it, it's true!"

Zuo Fei looked at Cui Ziyu: "Mr. Cui Fujun, if you don't want to be mentally ill, hurry up and drive away this little ghost."

"How do you speak? Is this an attitude towards the gods?"

"You really think you are a god?"

"Real price!"

"You are fat, but you are still breathing. Tell you that the successful cat is more masturbating than the tiger, and the phoenix is ​​worse than the chicken!"

"Can you speak? Do you dare to say I'm a chicken?"

"Haha, you can exorcise ghosts."

"Where am I not?"

"Have you ever heard of the iron rule?"

"What is that?"

"Any mentally ill person who is imprisoned in a madhouse usually has to be baked on an iron plate."

Zuo Fei said it was amazing, as if it was real. A newcomer had three fires on the board, his skin was full of flesh and blood, and he had nowhere to hide. He was covered in iron guts. After one stick of incense, he changed his face. Don’t be crazy if you are a god. I am the strongest in my territory.

Cui Ziyu swallowed: "This iron rule is too cruel, no less than the fire tree knife punishment in the eighteenth level of hell."

Zuo Fei smiled and said, "If you sprinkle sesame oil on the iron plate and roll it up twice, you will be golden and crisp."

Cui Ziyu was so scared that her face turned blue and white, and she murmured: "You mortals are still cruel."

"What do you mean?"

"Driving, I'll drive now."

Cui Ziyu jumped up from the bed, chanted a spell and pointed at Zuo Fei: "Linger, how dare you keep your soul from dispersing, entangling this little gentleman who is kind-hearted and loves flowers and blooms when she sees flowers. It is really a great sin. He deserves death and cannot be punished. But I think you are young and ignorant, and I will give you a way out of the life, haha, the Lord of Jiuyou Mansion is as urgent as the law, and the order!" He pointed out the window, and then breathed: "Okay, this poor eight-year-old little ghost has been sent to the other side of the earth by me. Let her harm the foreigners."

General Zuo Fei was skeptical: "Is this statement false?"

"How dare you pretend? You are a monk and you are a mysterious person in front of you. That's not, you are seeking death."

"Well, you guy, have a lot of promise."

"Oh, I've been awarded more than you. If you really go to the asylum and have to go to the iron plate, please show your mercy and use low heat. The heat must not be high, just like an electric blanket."

"You're asking for a lot."

"I dare not, I dare not, isn't this relying on your might?"

Zuo Fei was very satisfied with his transformation. To deal with such a special 'patient', he had to add a stick. He said seriously: "Actually, I have not come into contact with a god like you, but I have not come into contact with 10,000, and your immediate boss is still in our Shambara Asylum."

"My boss? That, Ksitigarbha or King Yama?"

"You will know naturally when you go, okay, now, you have to do what I said. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life with Bao Xiaohong, you have to listen to me."

"This dead woman is almost annoyed me. If she hadn't been willing to do laundry, cooking and serving me, I would have been out of reach. It's just that I'm not familiar with the place and have no magic power, so I haven't acted. By the way, do you care about food and accommodation?"

"Tube!"

"It's all, then I'll listen to you."
Chapter completed!