MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple-Chapter 102
In the gloomy night, wild cats swiftly swept through the wall, leaving a vaguely obscured afterimage, and separated from the other side of the fire tree silver flower. This cockroach looked very quiet, only occasionally heard the subtle sound of the tiles loose.
Light and darkness are distinct. People know nothing about what happened in the dark, immersed in the illusory peace, and they are not aware of the ominous approach.
The sweetness of Fang Cai is really an appetizing dish before the event. Luo Shitu silently stands under the tree, looking lonely in the distance - Hong Yi has no shadow after a while, he has not had time to hit the iron.
{哎呦 Not bad, the male lord added a little more (^w^). }
{I thank you for your mercy...} Luo Dutu's face pumping / licking a bit, Qian Qiu said a little, that is really a point, contributing a pure love kiss in exchange for a good feeling plus one hint, really nothing So proud to fall!
However, although the increase is small, but the frequency of the hints in the past few days is quite high. If it was not the previous good feelings accumulated to 65, he just did not dare to rashly explore the Hongjun in the atmosphere, but the results are as expected. It’s a little too excited to win the Master’s advice.
Hongjun will leave him alone, which shows that the safety here is guaranteed. Luo Shitu is not in a hurry and stays in the same place to watch the fireworks.
However, I didn’t have time to spare, and the noise came. Far from the shouts of Duan Li, the screaming, Luo Shutu’s eye was aimed at it. I didn’t intend to pay attention to it, but with the closeness of the distance, he felt keenly The horror in the voice of the other party, the heart immediately raised some vigilance, look back.
The young man under the tree still did not move, and looked at him stupidly, and he gave up a bit of blood. He was injured recently. Now he is more anxious. He is going to catch up with the ghosts. He will catch up with the ghost repairs behind him. He will take a strong breath and take care of the consequences. He will endure the pain and raise the real yuan again. , roared: "Not running yet -"
Where are you going? Luo Shitu shook his head and once again refreshed the IQ value of Duan Li in his heart.
At the end of such a strong temperament, the disciples can breathe and escape to this place. The chasing after the chasing is more than the drunkenness. It is really not the effort to fight, even if it can run, it is the end of the blink of an eye.
Not a few interest, Duan Li has been standing beside him, like a little beast of food, roaring and forming four ghosts surrounded by the situation, two of them are suddenly appearing, I want to come early Prepared, it is that Duan Li did not run here, Luo Shitu is also difficult to get out.
"Tell you why you don't run! I want to be mad..."
"Shut up!" Luo Shitu whispered, quickly calculated the messy utensils in the storage bag, and at the same time condensed an ice sword in his hand, chilling, full of real power surged inside, momentum Hey.
Duan Li did not speak, wrinkled his face and clenched his sword, leaning against him.
The head of the ghost repair sees the two people back to the back, but it is not afraid of danger, and sometimes feels a little taste, they kill not only for cultivation, but also to satisfy the desire of **** and killing. a channel for venting. Although the task at the moment is important, the two lower-ranking disciples are destined to fail to make waves. He may be able to enjoy it - especially the fierce boy who looks at him. .
Ghost repairs are cold and cold, and the wind blows with the coolness of the monks. Although I don’t know how many ghosts have made up their minds, since they gave him the opportunity to preemptively, Luo Shitu will never let go, and immediately Send, raise the sword and read;
"Oh..." The attacked ghost repaired a weird laughter, easily escaped the sword, and the body was a strangely slippery, blinking to the side of Luo Shitu, shot as fast as lightning, firmly grasping / Lived his ice sword.
The black mist spread from the sword and quickly climbed to the arm. Luo was amazed by the way, but did not immediately let go, and the backhand was handed over. The ghost repair did not expect him to be so bold, and he was scratched by the robes. A shallow **** mouth was exposed, and the sword he was holding turned into water, and the black mist was scattered in the air, hitting several ice thorns.
With the strength of building the foundation, it is really good to do this. Ghost repairs are on the move, and the ice thorns fall to the ground. The black fog that rushes out of the sleeves constantly gathers together, and the faintly distorted faces are visible. Gas is sensational.
"Ghost servant!" Duan Li was restrained by the other three, only to have a cry, the next moment will faint, the skin is red, the veins are arrogant, is the sign of the real explosion.
As the name suggests, ghost servants are the usual means of repairing ghosts. They are tempered by the soul. Most of them are tortured and died before their death. They are extremely sinister. Luo Shutu tightly licks his lips, but his feet are not stopping. It seems that he is looking for vitality in the encirclement because of the end of the road. The enemy is strong and weak. It is impossible to escape. These ghosts are sadistic. * Unabashed, although not reconciled, but he only has to delay the road to go.
"Hey..." On the back, a cold, entangled ghost servant to the yin, even affected the action when approaching, Luo Shutu snorted / snorted, swallowed the blood in his throat, turned his hand to open the black fog, the point of the toe, Jump to the other side.
The yin gas enters the body, and the speed of dodging inevitably slows down. Several ghost repairs seem to think of the taste of the prey to enjoy after the hand, and the smile on the face reveals a kinky/evil smile, but only for a moment, it is changed into a horror. The ghost servant who attacked the profit also became slow, allowing Luo Shitu to breathe and avoid the side, and sacrificed only the three pure fire symbols in the storage bag.
When he walked around, he actually went to the battle. He had to die hard and he had to die. He had to take the opportunity to take advantage of it. Hongyu sent his jade bell to help him a lot. It could also disturb the gods and he was alive, at least enough for him to be a servant.
Under the circumstance, it was taken by Luo Shutu, and the ghost repair after waking up to God quickly smashed this painless harassment. When the ghost servant was hurt by the pure fire of pure yang, he became more and more eager to learn the other. The hand turned and turned, and the ghost servant who showed a few points of scatter was immediately condensed and repaired, and headed for Luo Shitu.
Previously, there was still the meaning of teasing. At this moment, it was too lazy to cover up. Without a moment, the ghost servant would wrap the people.
The strong grievances eroded Qingming, and Luo Shitu was stiff and stiff. When the ghosts and servants were exposed, their entire faces were pale, and there was a faint stagnation of death. Only consciousness was sober.
The power of several ghosts can rival the Golden Dan monk. He can stay with him until now, but for the sake of killing, the sight of the first person is on his body. If the snake snakes over the skin, it will be disgusting.
A few black sprays were used as fine edges, and they were attached to his bare/exposed skin. They were ground at a slow speed and cut into the flesh. It was not sharp. It was because of rust and bluntness, and it became torture. Soon, the teenager was broken. The clothes are soaked with sweat, the wounds of the limbs are bloody, and the dripping blood seeps the ground there.
The thin body hangs slightly, the slender waist/limbs are folded out of the painful curvature, and the feet under the robe are nowhere to be struck, silently stretched into a crescent moon, reflecting the red rope bell, miserable and beautiful.
A ghost was repaired, and the cold hand held his ankle and slowly lifted up. This is an insulting posture. He stared excitedly at the eyes of Luo Shitu, trying to find the other person’s fear and retreat, but he did not like it. The tortured man still bites his lips, and his light is bright, like a wolf, who only remembers his hatred. It seems that he will bite back in the next moment.
It is too boiling, so delicious!
The night wind conveyed the message of change, and the action of crushing the juvenile leg bones suddenly stopped. The head of the ghost repaired the ear, and the voice hoarsely said: "I am afraid that I will not wait for someone to save you." Then I issued another order. The creepy laughter, "Hey, don't worry, I can't bear to let you die like that..."
Luo Shitu was caught by his neck, and the blood flowing down his head was in front of his eyes, making the sights difficult. The pain in the body made him spare no attention to other people. Hearing this sentence, he discovered that the fireworks in the distance did not know. When it stopped, the next thing was also blasted in the night sky, and he subconsciously prevented himself from thinking about what it was.
The thick **** suffocation flooded the ear and nose, and the deprived air became more and more accentuated. In the mind, there was an illusion of eccentricity. He struggled hard and his limbs were tied, making him actually nothing. The helper moved a few times, and it was not much different from a dead fish.
Looking at his painful expression, the ghost repaired and laughed happily, and suddenly the look was tight, and he slammed to the side, screaming through the broken sword, the sword on the sword, the ghost that was too late to flash. The servant was penetrated into the body, and when he was smashing, he ignited the fire and screamed.
When the black mist collapsed, Luo Shitu tried to use his strength to twist, and the real ice, the sharp ice thorns greeted the returning ghosts, and took the opportunity to roll aside.
"Oh..." The impact of falling heavily on the ground caused the internal organs to fry again. He gasped and gasped, his fingers twitching/pulling nervously, and his eyes were looking toward the figure not far away.
It’s Hongjun, he is relieved, and he has a mood to hang out a satisfying smile.
Jin Dan cleaned up the building base minutes, and it was a second of seconds to fit together. Although the ghost repair is different from the monk, it is quite tricky, but in the face of absolute strength, any intrigue is a paper tiger.
Feeling that the body was moved, Luo Shitu obediently relied on the past, tiredly shrunk in the arms of Hong Yu and said, "Chu Yi, you come back slowly..."
His throat was injured, his internal injuries were also serious, and he was out of the mouth/blood foam, lining the purple scars on the neck and the large and small wounds on his body. It was even more shocking.
Hongjun cautiously hugged him, wanted to say something, but was blocked, a word can not spit out, only feel burning heart. This is a well-designed bureau. He first made a plan. If he doesn't come back, maybe the city will not fall into a situation of ghost repair, but he is willing to take the second measure. He is back, knowing the consequences of the chaos in the human world. Still coming back - for the sake of selfish desires, this is something he never expected to have.
Even if there was a hurricane in the city, he did not regret it.
"Chu Yi," Luo Shutu coughed a few times, seeing Hong Hao reaching out to touch / his face, taking the initiative to lean his head, "Chu Yi, sore..." The words behind it became extremely light, like It is an unconscious mutter.
"Acacia, Acacia..." Hongjun's fingertips trembled, his face was faint, but his eyes were like a young child. "Not afraid, no pain, take you back for the teacher."
The medicinal herbs are all top grades, but they have not been able to cure yin. Because of the throat injury, a bottle of Linglu that was immediately fed by Hongjun has flowed out along the corner of the mouth. Luo Shitu’s phalanx is sixty-seven. Milled, softly collapsed on the ground, seeing Hongjun with a sullen eye, he smiled, the chest burst into a shock, and spit out some blood.
"Chu Yi, I like you the most," he gasped. "If you don't like me, let me die here."
The hand on his face shook, and it didn't take long for him to fall a little cold on his forehead, and then the other person hugged him: "Mo Ren."
{叮——The male host feels 12, the current good feeling: 78. }
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