The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Chapter 98: Blessing

Huh.

The sheets of yellow talisman paper were rolled into the air, circling and dancing in the wind, they were gradually connected together, it turned out to be like a flying dragon tumbling in the clouds.

"Captain, what is this?" Xiang Qiang held the book in front of his eyes to prevent the wind and sand from blowing into his eyes. He rubbed against Zhao Zhicheng and looked at the yellow dragon flying in the air. Dreaming?"

Zhao Zhicheng didn't think about him now, but just looked at Qi Yan blankly, with uncontrollable ecstasy in his expression.

"Please all gods, bless this person is safe." Qi Yan held a piece of red paper in his hand with Cen Baihe's name and birth date written on it. He looked at the flying yellow dragon, gritted his teeth, and took this piece of paper. The red paper was thrown out.

The red paper is constantly floating in the air, like a rootless duckweed, not falling into place.

"Respect the gods from all directions, bless this person in peace and peace!" Qi Yan twitched deeply, the red paper swayed in the air, but it still floated like a headless fly.

"Qi Yan, the head of the twenty-third generation of Tianyimen, sacrifices his blood and purple energy, and respects the gods from all directions, and bless this person to be safe!" Qi Yan bit his index finger and flicked his finger, mixing his merits. The blood drops with purple gas fell on the floating red paper.

Suddenly, the vague roar sounded like a dragon and a phoenix. The yellow dragon hovering in the air bowed his head and swallowed the red paper into his mouth. In an instant, the yellow dragon burned into a fire dragon, and the burning ashes was caught high in the sky, and then disappeared. not see.

The wind stopped suddenly, and all the visions of the roof disappeared without a trace.

Qi Yan was clutching his chest. At this moment, his heart was burning like a fire and like entering an ice cave. These two kinds of constant alternating pain had made him forget the pain of being bitten by his index finger.

He still remembers that when he was twelve years old, he opened up a dilapidated and incomplete book in the master's room. It was about various methods of praying to God.

Master said: Although they are practitioners, they are human after all. Being a man only pays attention to three things, and ask God to do the same.

He still remembers that at that time, the master still said in a sad tone: "Now, who else can really ask God?"

"Puff!" Qi Yan spit out a few big mouthfuls of blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, with a smile on his face.

Old man, what you can't do, I did it.

On the plane, everyone was still nervously searching for traces of the bombs, but they were too busy to find anything. The captain, who was tied to the seat by them, saw their expressions go from nervous to desperate, and the smiles on their faces grew bigger and bigger, as if a person who had been hungry for a long time was about to wait for the long-awaited meal, he was so excited. All twisted.

"Don't you dying to struggle anymore. We are so close to the sky now. After we die, we will definitely be able to go to heaven, away from the noise and sin of the mortal world. What a beautiful thing?" He grinned and said, "It's not until recently. It will take at least an hour and a half to land at the airport, you are too late."

He looked at these angry people triumphantly, "Be angry, cry, and then greet your death."

"Shut up!" A woman in high heels was too lazy to listen to nonsense, raised her leg and kicked under his belly. The captain wailed, looked at the woman who kicked him with an expression of pain and excitement, and laughed wildly.