Chen Jiu, with a clear eyebrow and harmless people and animals, has just finished the joyous road. The image of the hot-handed flower-hastening has not yet been reflected by the public, but has come to the front of the disaster road.

"What do you do? You can rest assured, you old Taoist look, I have no interest in doing you!" Chen Jiu-chi laughed and said nothing more. He opened his hand.

`Pop...' With heavy palms and loud voices, Rao Shi, the disaster host, was rough and fleshy. He was quickly pushed into a pig's head, which had no image at all and was miserable.

"Oh, Chen Jiu, I want you...