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What game do you play?
Zheng Feiyue's transmission symbols are almost out of the water.
This Kowloon fire hood has its own space, which is specially suitable for all space mobile means.
Nezha jumped close to Zheng Feiyue, showing a childlike smile, but his eyes were full of malice: "what game are you playing?"
After a moment of silence, Zheng Feiyue said, "stone, scissors and paper."
Nezha's vicious eyes stagnated for a moment.
The prince is the great God of the three altar sea society. He has been worshipped for thousands of years. Will he play this with you?
You really treat me as a three-year-old!
Hoo!
The flame swept up and turned into a fire dragon to surround Zheng Feiyue. You can choose people to bite at any time.
"Wait, this game is not for nothing. There are colorful heads and colorful heads!" Zheng Feiyue raised his hand and shouted.
The fire dragon dissipates.
Nezha stared at Zheng Feiyue and said in a deep voice, "what color head? If I'm not satisfied, I'll burn you to ashes."
"If you burn me, where can you find someone to play games with you?" Zheng Feiyue smiled, and then said in a positive tone: "the colorful head is a slap in the face. The winner slaps the other party in the face."
"Slap in the face?"
Nezha frowned and said to himself, "what's the status of this immortal? How can he play such a low fun game?"?
But when the words came to his mouth, he jumped up excitedly, made a vicious voice and said, "OK, this game is fun, just play stone, scissors and cloth!"
Zheng Feiyue has been paying close attention to Nezha's facial expression.
This guy's spirit does have problems. Whether it's language or look, it's often self contradictory. It's a bit like schizophrenia in psychology, but there are differences in nuances.
"Come on."
Nezha waved his hand, and samadhi's true fire rose up in a big circle, enveloping the two people in the middle, which virtually caused great pressure on Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue scolded shamelessly and said with a smile, "come on."
Finish.
The two spiritual forces collided fiercely.
For monks, stone scissors cloth is not a casual game. It requires a lot of calculation to analyze the opponent's psychology and other mental states.
And because the game is simple, it is nothing more than stone, scissors and cloth. There are countless changes in one breath, which further tests the divine knowledge.
In just one second, their divine consciousness clashed countless times.
Finally, Nezha, as an immortal, was superior and broke Zheng Feiyue's scissors with a fleshy fist.
The fleshy fist opened instantly and set off a crazy fan on Zheng Feiyue's face.
Pop!
Zheng Feiyue flew out in the air and spun his body in the air for several times. Finally, he fell in front of the fire with a "puff", and five blood marks appeared on his face.
A strong sense of killing flashed in his eyes. When he stood up, he recovered his smiling face with a little annoyance: "Damn, I almost won."
"Hahaha, it's fun. Come again."
Nezha clapped his hands and shouted.
Zheng Feiyue walked over and said, "don't be proud. I must win this time!"
Divine sense confrontation.
Rock-paper-scissors.
A second later, Zheng Feiyue was pulled out again.
Zheng Feiyue got up from the ground, clenched his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. Do you dare to give out cloth?"
"Why don't you dare?" Nezha said with high Qi.
Rock-paper-scissors.
Zheng Feiyue did not give a fist, but a pair of scissors.
Nezha did not give out cloth, but gave out his fist, and then excitedly pumped Zheng Feiyue away.
No matter what tricks you play, you still have to fall on the confrontation of divine consciousness in the end.
Zheng Feiyue undoubtedly fell to the disadvantage.
It took Zheng Feiyue a long time to get up this time.
It hurts when the immortal hits people. This is still the case when Nezha keeps his hand. Otherwise, Zheng Feiyue doubts whether he can hold up a slap?
But he didn't give up.
After he got up, he walked to Nezha with a firm look and a cruel tone: "come again, I will beat you once."
"Hahaha, you can't win the crown prince."
Red boy won several times in a row, jumping and jumping with excitement. Hi.
The next time.
Two voices echoed in the hall.
"Stone scissors cloth!"
"Pa!"
"Stone scissors cloth!"
"Pa!"
"Boo Boo!"
"Pa Pa Pa!"
On such an afternoon, Zheng Feiyue's face was swollen like a pig's head. The killing intention in his eyes was more and more obvious, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was the same as in the past.
Nezha was still very interested.
Even he didn't notice that with the continuous use of mental power, his disordered spirit gradually evolved in a strange direction.
Another stone, scissors and paper.
Nezha won again. He was about to smoke, but somehow his raised hand couldn't fall down.
"Sorry."
This sentence came from Nezha's mouth.
As he said, Nezha's face changed greatly, and then he showed a cruel color and forced to fan it.
"Stop!"
This came from Nezha again.
Nezha was furious, but he raised his hand and slapped it on his face.
Pop!
Nezha slapped himself, and then said, "I'm sorry."
Zheng Feiyue looked at Nezha coldly.
His method worked. To deal with this suspected schizophrenic patient, we must try to make him more confused and divided, so that we can have a chance.
"Sorry."
Nezha kept saying sorry, as if he could return all the money owed to Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue was not moved at all and looked at Nezha struggling indifferently.
"Enough!"
Nezha looked very painful. With a loud roar, he waved and summoned a real fire and rushed to himself.
It seemed that he was going to burn himself.
When the fire came, Nezha curled up painfully. Even the immortal body could not resist the burning of samadhi real fire, and his face gradually blurred.
Hoo Hoo.
Samadhi fire continued to burn, and finally really destroyed Nezha's body.
The flames dispersed.
Nezha's body disappeared, replaced by a white aura, still emitting auspicious.
A gentle spirit came.
"Thank you for letting me cut off my evil thoughts. Although I lost my flesh, it's all worth it... I'm going back to work in heaven."
Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "I guessed that the third prince is a great God in the immortal class. He must be affected by evil spirits. My little game just suits the case. What else can I help you?"
"There's one thing. You must have guessed that this palace is the Jiulong Lihuo mask. Now I have lost my body, and my mind has been damaged in the samadhi real fire. It's a little hard to drive the divine fire mask, and I need the help of Taoist friends." Nezha said.
Zheng Feiyue asked, "how can I help you?"
"It's very simple. Let me open my mind and let me borrow some of your spiritual power to drive the divine fire mask. In return, I will give you the heart of the world here."
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What game do you play?
Zheng Feiyue's transmission symbols are almost out of the water.
This Kowloon fire hood has its own space, which is specially suitable for all space mobile means.
Nezha jumped close to Zheng Feiyue, showing a childlike smile, but his eyes were full of malice: "what game are you playing?"
After a moment of silence, Zheng Feiyue said, "stone, scissors and paper."
Nezha's vicious eyes stagnated for a moment.
The prince is the great God of the three altar sea society. He has been worshipped for thousands of years. Will he play this with you?
You really treat me as a three-year-old!
Hoo!
The flame swept up and turned into a fire dragon to surround Zheng Feiyue. You can choose people to bite at any time.
"Wait, this game is not for nothing. There are colorful heads and colorful heads!" Zheng Feiyue raised his hand and shouted.
The fire dragon dissipates.
Nezha stared at Zheng Feiyue and said in a deep voice, "what color head? If I'm not satisfied, I'll burn you to ashes."
"If you burn me, where can you find someone to play games with you?" Zheng Feiyue smiled, and then said in a positive tone: "the colorful head is a slap in the face. The winner slaps the other party in the face."
"Slap in the face?"
Nezha frowned and said to himself, "what's the status of this immortal? How can he play such a low fun game?"?
But when the words came to his mouth, he jumped up excitedly, made a vicious voice and said, "OK, this game is fun, just play stone, scissors and cloth!"
Zheng Feiyue has been paying close attention to Nezha's facial expression.
This guy's spirit does have problems. Whether it's language or look, it's often self contradictory. It's a bit like schizophrenia in psychology, but there are differences in nuances.
"Come on."
Nezha waved his hand, and samadhi's true fire rose up in a big circle, enveloping the two people in the middle, which virtually caused great pressure on Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue scolded shamelessly and said with a smile, "come on."
Finish.
The two spiritual forces collided fiercely.
For monks, stone scissors cloth is not a casual game. It requires a lot of calculation to analyze the opponent's psychology and other mental states.
And because the game is simple, it is nothing more than stone, scissors and cloth. There are countless changes in one breath, which further tests the divine knowledge.
In just one second, their divine consciousness clashed countless times.
Finally, Nezha, as an immortal, was superior and broke Zheng Feiyue's scissors with a fleshy fist.
The fleshy fist opened instantly and set off a crazy fan on Zheng Feiyue's face.
Pop!
Zheng Feiyue flew out in the air and spun his body in the air for several times. Finally, he fell in front of the fire with a "puff", and five blood marks appeared on his face.
A strong sense of killing flashed in his eyes. When he stood up, he recovered his smiling face with a little annoyance: "Damn, I almost won."
"Hahaha, it's fun. Come again."
Nezha clapped his hands and shouted.
Zheng Feiyue walked over and said, "don't be proud. I must win this time!"
Divine sense confrontation.
Rock-paper-scissors.
A second later, Zheng Feiyue was pulled out again.
Zheng Feiyue got up from the ground, clenched his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. Do you dare to give out cloth?"
"Why don't you dare?" Nezha said with high Qi.
Rock-paper-scissors.
Zheng Feiyue did not give a fist, but a pair of scissors.
Nezha did not give out cloth, but gave out his fist, and then excitedly pumped Zheng Feiyue away.
No matter what tricks you play, you still have to fall on the confrontation of divine consciousness in the end.
Zheng Feiyue undoubtedly fell to the disadvantage.
It took Zheng Feiyue a long time to get up this time.
It hurts when the immortal hits people. This is still the case when Nezha keeps his hand. Otherwise, Zheng Feiyue doubts whether he can hold up a slap?
But he didn't give up.
After he got up, he walked to Nezha with a firm look and a cruel tone: "come again, I will beat you once."
"Hahaha, you can't win the crown prince."
Red boy won several times in a row, jumping and jumping with excitement. Hi.
The next time.
Two voices echoed in the hall.
"Stone scissors cloth!"
"Pa!"
"Stone scissors cloth!"
"Pa!"
"Boo Boo!"
"Pa Pa Pa!"
On such an afternoon, Zheng Feiyue's face was swollen like a pig's head. The killing intention in his eyes was more and more obvious, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was the same as in the past.
Nezha was still very interested.
Even he didn't notice that with the continuous use of mental power, his disordered spirit gradually evolved in a strange direction.
Another stone, scissors and paper.
Nezha won again. He was about to smoke, but somehow his raised hand couldn't fall down.
"Sorry."
This sentence came from Nezha's mouth.
As he said, Nezha's face changed greatly, and then he showed a cruel color and forced to fan it.
"Stop!"
This came from Nezha again.
Nezha was furious, but he raised his hand and slapped it on his face.
Pop!
Nezha slapped himself, and then said, "I'm sorry."
Zheng Feiyue looked at Nezha coldly.
His method worked. To deal with this suspected schizophrenic patient, we must try to make him more confused and divided, so that we can have a chance.
"Sorry."
Nezha kept saying sorry, as if he could return all the money owed to Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue was not moved at all and looked at Nezha struggling indifferently.
"Enough!"
Nezha looked very painful. With a loud roar, he waved and summoned a real fire and rushed to himself.
It seemed that he was going to burn himself.
When the fire came, Nezha curled up painfully. Even the immortal body could not resist the burning of samadhi real fire, and his face gradually blurred.
Hoo Hoo.
Samadhi fire continued to burn, and finally really destroyed Nezha's body.
The flames dispersed.
Nezha's body disappeared, replaced by a white aura, still emitting auspicious.
A gentle spirit came.
"Thank you for letting me cut off my evil thoughts. Although I lost my flesh, it's all worth it... I'm going back to work in heaven."
Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "I guessed that the third prince is a great God in the immortal class. He must be affected by evil spirits. My little game just suits the case. What else can I help you?"
"There's one thing. You must have guessed that this palace is the Jiulong Lihuo mask. Now I have lost my body, and my mind has been damaged in the samadhi real fire. It's a little hard to drive the divine fire mask, and I need the help of Taoist friends." Nezha said.
Zheng Feiyue asked, "how can I help you?"
"It's very simple. Let me open my mind and let me borrow some of your spiritual power to drive the divine fire mask. In return, I will give you the heart of the world here."
What game do you play?Zheng Feiyue's transmission symbols are almost out of the water.This Kowloon fire hood has its own space, which is specially suitable for all space mobile means.Nezha jumped close to Zheng Feiyue, showing a childlike smile, but his eyes were full of malice: "what game are you playing?"After a moment of silence, Zheng Feiyue said, "stone, scissors and paper."Nezha's vicious eyes stagnated for a moment.The prince is the great God of the three altar sea society. He has been worshipped for thousands of years. Will he play this with you?You really treat me as a three-year-old!Hoo!The flame swept up and turned into a fire dragon to surround Zheng Feiyue. You can choose people to bite at any time."Wait, this game is not for nothing. There are colorful heads and colorful heads!" Zheng Feiyue raised his hand and shouted.The fire dragon dissipates.Nezha stared at Zheng Feiyue and said in a deep voice, "what color head? If I'm not satisfied, I'll burn you to ashes.""If you burn me, where can you find someone to play games with you?" Zheng Feiyue smiled, and then said in a positive tone: "the colorful head is a slap in the face. The winner slaps the other party in the face.""Slap in the face?"Nezha frowned and said to himself, "what's the status of this immortal? How can he play such a low fun game?"?But when the words came to his mouth, he jumped up excitedly, made a vicious voice and said, "OK, this game is fun, just play stone, scissors and cloth!"Zheng Feiyue has been paying close attention to Nezha's facial expression.This guy's spirit does have problems. Whether it's language or look, it's often self contradictory. It's a bit like schizophrenia in psychology, but there are differences in nuances."Come on."Nezha waved his hand, and samadhi's true fire rose up in a big circle, enveloping the two people in the middle, which virtually caused great pressure on Zheng Feiyue.Zheng Feiyue scolded shamelessly and said with a smile, "come on."Finish.The two spiritual forces collided fiercely.For monks, stone scissors cloth is not a casual game. It requires a lot of calculation to analyze the opponent's psychology and other mental states.And because the game is simple, it is nothing more than stone, scissors and cloth. There are countless changes in one breath, which further tests the divine knowledge.In just one second, their divine consciousness clashed countless times.Finally, Nezha, as an immortal, was superior and broke Zheng Feiyue's scissors with a fleshy fist.The fleshy fist opened instantly and set off a crazy fan on Zheng Feiyue's face.Pop!Zheng Feiyue flew out in the air and spun his body in the air for several times. Finally, he fell in front of the fire with a "puff", and five blood marks appeared on his face.A strong sense of killing flashed in his eyes. When he stood up, he recovered his smiling face with a little annoyance: "Damn, I almost won.""Hahaha, it's fun. Come again."Nezha clapped his hands and shouted.Zheng Feiyue walked over and said, "don't be proud. I must win this time!"Divine sense confrontation.Rock-paper-scissors.A second later, Zheng Feiyue was pulled out again.Zheng Feiyue got up from the ground, clenched his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. Do you dare to give out cloth?""Why don't you dare?" Nezha said with high Qi.Rock-paper-scissors.Zheng Feiyue did not give a fist, but a pair of scissors.Nezha did not give out cloth, but gave out his fist, and then excitedly pumped Zheng Feiyue away.No matter what tricks you play, you still have to fall on the confrontation of divine consciousness in the end.Zheng Feiyue undoubtedly fell to the disadvantage.It took Zheng Feiyue a long time to get up this time.It hurts when the immortal hits people. This is still the case when Nezha keeps his hand. Otherwise, Zheng Feiyue doubts whether he can hold up a slap?But he didn't give up.After he got up, he walked to Nezha with a firm look and a cruel tone: "come again, I will beat you once.""Hahaha, you can't win the crown prince."Red boy won several times in a row, jumping and jumping with excitement. Hi.The next time.Two voices echoed in the hall."Stone scissors cloth!""Pa!""Stone scissors cloth!""Pa!""Boo Boo!""Pa Pa Pa!"On such an afternoon, Zheng Feiyue's face was swollen like a pig's head. The killing intention in his eyes was more and more obvious, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was the same as in the past.Nezha was still very interested.Even he didn't notice that with the continuous use of mental power, his disordered spirit gradually evolved in a strange direction.Another stone, scissors and paper.Nezha won again. He was about to smoke, but somehow his raised hand couldn't fall down."Sorry."This sentence came from Nezha's mouth.As he said, Nezha's face changed greatly, and then he showed a cruel color and forced to fan it."Stop!"This came from Nezha again.Nezha was furious, but he raised his hand and slapped it on his face.Pop!Nezha slapped himself, and then said, "I'm sorry."Zheng Feiyue looked at Nezha coldly.His method worked. To deal with this suspected schizophrenic patient, we must try to make him more confused and divided, so that we can have a chance."Sorry."Nezha kept saying sorry, as if he could return all the money owed to Zheng Feiyue.Zheng Feiyue was not moved at all and looked at Nezha struggling indifferently."Enough!"Nezha looked very painful. With a loud roar, he waved and summoned a real fire and rushed to himself.It seemed that he was going to burn himself.When the fire came, Nezha curled up painfully. Even the immortal body could not resist the burning of samadhi real fire, and his face gradually blurred.Hoo Hoo.Samadhi fire continued to burn, and finally really destroyed Nezha's body.The flames dispersed.Nezha's body disappeared, replaced by a white aura, still emitting auspicious.A gentle spirit came."Thank you for letting me cut off my evil thoughts. Although I lost my flesh, it's all worth it... I'm going back to work in heaven."Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "I guessed that the third prince is a great God in the immortal class. He must be affected by evil spirits. My little game just suits the case. What else can I help you?""There's one thing. You must have guessed that this palace is the Jiulong Lihuo mask. Now I have lost my body, and my mind has been damaged in the samadhi real fire. It's a little hard to drive the divine fire mask, and I need the help of Taoist friends." Nezha said.Zheng Feiyue asked, "how can I help you?""It's very simple. Let me open my mind and let me borrow some of your spiritual power to drive the divine fire mask. In return, I will give you the heart of the world here."
