My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou just pretended to turn a deaf ear, there was no expression on his jade-like face, it was faint, and he didn't even bother to arouse the spring-like smile in the past.

Wen Changlang originally wanted to raise his head to the sky and scream, but the situation did not allow it. The bang bang dangdang sound was beyond the reach of the naked eye. Climbing up, Wen Changlang jumped reflexively, and hit the desk beside him. Before he could cry out in pain, the desk flew up by itself and hit Shang Yanzhou.

Shang Yanzhou threw forward vigorously, narrowly dodging the heavy blow, and the desk hit the ground, bang!There was a loud, muffled sound, and the floor under his feet shook three times.

The cracked wooden board of the desk flew up, and with the scattered force, it hit Shang Yanzhou's chest. Shang Yanzhou let out a muffled groan, but managed to hold back the sharp pain in his chest, and quickly turned over and dodged to the door of the room. .

"Comrade Shang!"

Wen Changlang also dodges to the door, anxiously trying to tear off the clothes on his chest.

Shang Yanzhou patted his paw away in great resistance, frowning tightly:

"what are you doing!"

"The wooden plank has such a strong momentum, you must be injured, let me see! Don't do anything wrong, I can't explain it to the old man!"

"You...! That also counts for time and occasion!"

After Shang Yanzhou finished speaking, he threw out the soul-suppressing talisman that he had been holding in his hand in a half-elegant way, and then opened the door, half-dragging Wen Changlang and ran down the stairs. When we reached the hall, the ghost followed up lingeringly.

Wen Changlang stopped suddenly, looked down at his ankles, and thought something was wrong in his heart. The next moment, he was flipped upwards by a strong force, and Wen Changlang was thrown aside, knocking over the decorative potted plants, and it fell with a bang. ground, with a crisp sound.

And after Wen Changlang was thrown aside, the ghost went directly towards Shang Yanzhou. At the beginning, he couldn't get close to Shang Yanzhou. Once he got close, he would be bounced back, but he would use many foreign objects to smash at Shang Yanzhou. Shang Yanzhou.

Shang Yanzhou couldn't dodge it, so he could only endure it forcefully. Then, he seemed to lose his patience, and began to hit the golden light on Shang Yanzhou's body continuously, and the golden light also began to slowly change under the constant impact. light.

Wen Changlang's buttocks jerked, stood up from the ground, rubbed his buttocks, looked at the controlled objects floating in the air everywhere with erratic eyes, and threw them back at Shang Yanzhou.

Damn it!If this goes on like this, no matter how much merit Shang Yanzhou possesses, he will not be able to withstand it.

Wen Changlang didn't hesitate any longer, stretched out his arm directly, rolled up the sleeves of the gown, and then quickly ran to the table to get a fruit knife. Finally, ruthless, he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and forcefully He cut a knife on his arm.

"Hiss! Wen Changlang, Wen Changlang! When did you become so great?"

Wen Changlang complained, but quickly turned over, rolled over, and shouted at Shang Yanzhou:

"Stand still!"

Hearing Wen Changlang's serious and earnest words, Shang Yanzhou paused, and seeing him stop, the ghost rushed over.

Exactly this time!

With a flick of the arm, a column of blood poured down the somewhat transparent back. As soon as the blood was attached, the ghost screamed sharply, in extreme pain, and hoarsely screamed like a wild animal.

With Wen Changlang's flick, not only was the ghost and resentful soul stained with a large amount of blood, but even Shang Yanzhou's face was thrown because he was facing Wen Changlang. The breath splashed into Shang Yanzhou's eyes.