Chapter 119

"Taoist priest, the seven star sword in this array."

For fear that they would be kicked out by one piece, the ghosts translated the words of hanging ghosts.

Seven star sword?

The seven star sword is the most precious treasure of Taoism. Yan Tao once looked for it many times in her world and gave up without results. Unexpectedly, she met here by chance.

"Is it true?"

The ghosts nodded wildly, "Lord Tao is true. We don't dare to get close."

Longquan was strong and domineering. They wanted to get together curiously. They were hurt by the pure Yang Gang Qi of Longquan sword. Later, they didn't dare to approach again.

The ghosts pulled a little chubby ghost out to show Yantao. The kid had only his left arm and the right was empty.

"You see, Taoist priest, this is the seven star sword wound. A sword burst out. Xiaopang didn't avoid it. He was almost scared."

The little fat ghost was afraid of Yantao. He held the ghosts and didn't dare to come forward. Yantao raised his eyebrows and hooked him with plain white fingers, "come on, come here."

WOW!

This man is terrible!

With a sad face, the little fat ghost reluctantly walked to Yantao. His expression and big eyes wanted to cry, as if they would cry at any time.

He squatted at Yantao's feet with his little belly and said in a fine voice like mosquitoes and flies, "Lord Tao, you kick gently..."

It's heavy. It's bound to hurt when it hits the ground.

Yantao pulled down the corner of her mouth. Does she look cruel?

The ferocity that even children kick?

The foot kicked the little fat ghost. Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes provoked a clear arc and ordered him to stretch out his arm.

"No, no!"

The little fat guy was really crying. He collapsed and wiped his tears. He shrank and stretched out one arm. The other was empty and had nothing. "I don't want to become a disabled person without arms. I also want to eat cakes, sugar gourd and..."

Little seven raised his head silently: the kid ate a lot.

Yan Tao's plain white fingertips burst out a little golden light. She looked down and shook her fingers. The golden light turned black. Her thumb flicked against the black light, and suddenly Yin Qi surged wildly, all of which rushed into the little fat ghost's right shoulder.

In a moment, he gave birth to a fleshy arm again.

White and fat, like lotus root.

The little fat ghost looked at his lost arm in shock. Tears were still hanging on his face. While burping, he thanked Yantao, "thank you, Taoist ~"

"I have a request to help you."

Yantao coldly fell on the hanged ghost who climbed back. "This array is too annoying. Go and get all the rats in the mountain here, dig pits and holes, dig out the dragon spring when you can go."

Ghosts???!

I was shocked to hear that.

EXCUSEME？！

Taoist priest, are you kidding?

They haven't lived on this mountain for a day or two. Many people want to break through.

Yantao is definitely the first one who wants to dig a hole with a mouse.

Hanging Ghost: "why am I going?"

Yan Tao smiled, "otherwise you want me to go?"

The hanged ghost trembled: "don't bother me, Taoist priest. Let me go. I love to work. I'm the best at driving mice."

Yan Tao leaned against the tree and glanced at the ghosts. "What about you?"

"We love it too! Especially!"

The ghosts raised their hands together and said, "I promise to do things for you cleanly!"

Young master Yan's good-looking eyebrows and eyes stretched out, with a gentle smile on his face and nodded, "that's good. Let's do it now."

She loosened the rope, and the ghosts immediately whizzed away and fled in all directions!