MTL - Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding-Chapter 18 I come!

  Chapter 18 Here I come!

  The blood-red house, with raised corners on the eaves, like a pair of weird ears.

  Old monk Lingyu, Chen Zhu, and Wang Hua were **** under the eaves at this moment.

  They were seriously injured, and their acupoints were pierced by a few strange black needles, and they couldn't even move a trace of true energy.

  The three of them had the illusion that they were like three pieces of bacon being dried.

  Chen Zhu's face was ashes, and he said with emotion: "Thinking that I, the whitest and most handsome existence among the three generations of disciples of Chen Zhu's Artifact Sect, was plotted against by a shameless villain, and he will soon die."

  Wang Hua said pitifully: "Brother, I don't want to die yet."

  The old monk Lingyu murmured: "Amitabha, I'm afraid Ji Shaoxia will not escape this catastrophe. It's the old man who killed him."

  Hearing this, the three of them sighed together.

  At this time, the purple-robed woman came out from inside, and couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.

  Old monk Lingyu, who originally had high hopes for Ji Que, has now accepted his fate.

  He thinks that Ji Que can wrestle with the envoy Finger, provided that Ji Que is prepared and able to confront Finger in an open and honest manner.

   It's a pity that this finger is not only powerful, but also very good at playing dirty.

  Wang Hua failed to escape, and Zhitou even pretended to be her. They could basically predict Ji Que's ending.

   It's just an extra piece of "bacon" on the side.

  The reason why they are still alive is because the wild **** wants to eat alive, and it is not yet time to sacrifice.

  For a while, the three of them were a little disheartened.

  Of course, more of aggrieved.

  Especially Chen Zhu and Wang Hua, the two brothers and sisters, were terribly aggrieved.

  Being murdered to death without even using your real skills is more uncomfortable than being forcibly fed shit.

  At this moment, the purple-robed woman had already walked over.

  Wang Hua and Chen Zhu became tense all of a sudden, their bodies couldn't help shaking.

  One side of the purple-robed girl's face was extremely beautiful, while the other half had terrible rotten sores. Flies would hover around her rotten face from time to time, making her look quite terrifying.

  The reason why Wang Hua and Chen Zhu trembled was because this woman's heart was not much better than her rotten face.

   She enjoys torturing people.

  Chen Zhu saw the other party walking towards his junior sister, and couldn't help but said: "There is something coming at me, why do women make things difficult for women."

  Wang Hua hurriedly said: "My brother is right, you torture him, don't make things difficult for me."

  Monk Lingyu said: "If you come to an old monk for something, it's not a skill to have the same knowledge as a child."

   "I'll come." Chen Zhu said hurriedly.

   "I'll come." Monk Lingyu said.

  For a while, the two were scrambling to be the first, and those who didn't know thought they were being rewarded.

  The next moment, the woman in purple grasped a black needle on Chen Zhu's chest, twisted it, and Chen Zhu's face twisted in pain.

   "You are so active, do you like this taste?" The woman in purple said like a cat playing with a mouse.

  Chen Zhu was tied there, and suddenly felt that his whole body was being cut into pieces, his nose and tears flowed down, and his throat was hoarse: "No, you should go and get the master, I can't do it."

  The old monk Lingyu sighed and said: "Xiao Chen can't take it anymore, let the old monk come."

  The girl in purple laughed, showing her white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, we can go together."

   As she spoke, she pressed her right hand on a black needle on the old monk's shoulder, and twisted together.

  The old monk's face turned red all of a sudden, as if about to bleed, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

   On the other hand, Chen Zhu really couldn't stand it.

  Wang Hua saw this and shouted: "Let go of my brother, come to me!"

   "Don't worry, it's the same for you."

  At this time, the purple-clothed woman stretched out her feet, clamped a black needle on Wang Hua's towering chest with her toes, and twisted.

   This time, Wang Hua burst into tears in pain.

  Seeing the painful expressions on the faces of the three, the purple-clothed woman couldn't help showing a happy smile.

  A few flies buzzed over and landed on her rotten face.

  She ignored her, and her expression became more and more cheerful.

  It seems that there is nothing more pleasant than this in the world.

  Chen Zhu's entire face was distorted in pain. He really wanted to faint, but he couldn't.

  His bottom line is not to be pulled in the crotch in pain.

  Men, face is still important.

  But he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.

   "I'm really happy to see you like this." The woman in purple mocked.

  As a result, at this moment, the wild grass in the distance suddenly moved, and a spherical object flew towards it suddenly, making a mournful sound of breaking through the air.

  The purple-clothed woman who was enjoying herself turned her head, and her pupils shrank into two pitch-black dots in an instant.

   There was a bang, as if a thunderbolt had landed on the ground.

  The spherical object roared and hit the purple-clothed woman's legs, bringing out a very clear sound of bone and flesh shattering.

  The change came so abruptly that Monk Lingyu and the three of them opened their mouths wide open, and their saliva flowed down like silk.

  In their sight, the purple-clothed woman was suddenly attacked, her legs were broken, bent, and shattered visibly to the naked eye, making extremely unpleasant noises.

   Then she spun violently in the air like a stinky skin raft, and fell to the ground with a bang.

  The purple-clothed woman's legs were completely broken, and she fell to the ground. While vomiting blood and screaming in pain, she showed a terrified expression.

   It wasn't until this moment that she realized what it was that hit her.

  That is a person, but it is hard to call it a person.

  The man's neck and waist should have been broken, his head was stuck in his crotch, his hands and feet were mixed together, and he looked like a cuju made of meat.

   Seeing the head stuck in the crotch, the face of the purple-clothed woman couldn't help shaking violently, and the flies all escaped from her face.

  She recognizes that face, God made you have three faces, and that is the most vicious side.

  But now the most vicious envoy of God, who was made into a meat kick, flew towards her and severely injured her?

  Master God Envoy's powerful vitality became a burden at this time, because even so, he hadn't completely died yet, with a painful and desperate expression on his face.

  The woman in purple almost stopped breathing.

  Since she was a child, she has done many things to stop children from crying, such as cutting off the hands and feet of her parents and brother who abandoned her, cutting them into sticks, and throwing them at home to starve to death.

   But this time, it was she who was afraid.

  At this time, a figure dressed in a scholar's robe appeared in sight.

  Even at a distance, you can still see that kind of handsomeness that makes you feel like a spring breeze.

  The girl in purple felt great fear, but the three monks, Lingyu and Monk, were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

   "Master, are you okay?"

  Ji Que looked at the old monk hanging there like a piece of old bacon, and asked.

   "Amitabha, the old monk is fine."

   "My mother, Ji Quexia has killed himself, and he is so handsome!" Wang Hua said with eyes shining and drooling at the corners of her mouth.

  Chen Zhu's face turned green, and said: "Junior Sister, although this is your true feelings, you may have to show it in front of me, it makes me very uncomfortable."

   Immediately, he was drooling, looked at Ji Que, and said excitedly: "Ji Que Xia, I like you!"

   At this time, Ji Que had already walked over, and replied: "Sorry brother, I don't like men very much for now."

   "Master, what should I do?"

   "Young man, just pull out the black needles on us."

  At this time, the girl in purple had no fighting spirit, she grabbed the ground with her hands, dragged her limp legs, and walked like flying, trying to escape.

  Chen Zhu and the three of them had their black needles pulled out and they were released.

  Wang Hua excitedly said: "Ji Que Xia, that woman wants to escape!"

  Ji Que was about to step up to chase after him, but Chen Zhu jumped out all of a sudden, and said excitedly, "Young man, let me do this kind of trivial matter!"

   As he spoke, he staggered into the house and rushed out stepping on a coffin board.

  So while everyone was watching, the girl in purple, who was walking like flying hands, was hit by a flying coffin board in an instant, and flew into the grass screaming.

   "Dead motherfucker, take your life!"

  Chen Zhu jumped down, like a ferocious tiger, and rushed in.

  The grass swelled for a while, and the weeds fell, and then there was Chen Zhu's cry for help—"Ah! Junior sister help me, she bit my toe!".

  Ji Que: "."

   Monk Lingyu: "."

  Wang Hua clutched her chest, angrily said: "Brother, can you stop being so ashamed!"

   As she spoke, she also stepped on a "coffin board" and rushed over.

  Ji Que watched this scene, and couldn't help asking: "Master, are your two friends selling coffins?"

  (end of this chapter)