If he knew that his sleep made the monk so anxious, Leng Junling was afraid that he would laugh, this half of the Soul Locking Pill was not fed to the dog, it seemed that he was sleeping in the gourd, but Leng Junling had temporarily returned to the system space, and at this time he was happily eating the watermelon, and the egg was just by his side, and from time to time he handed over the grapes that had been washed and peeled, and waited for the aunt to be busy and cheerful.

After eating and drinking, Leng Junling lay on the small couch covered with thick fur in his small building and rubbed his belly, it is impossible for this soul body to be full, but Leng Junling's soul body is special now, and now the soul body exudes a faint silver light, as if it has an entity.

Dancai was not surprised by this, lying beside Leng Junling and talking about the precious spiritual plants existing in this small world, he didn't forget to ask Leng Junling to make a profit.

Leng Junling was sleepy when he heard this: "Let's not talk about these spirit plants, just this monk, how can I get it?"

"I wanted to complete the task at the beginning, but this monk seems to be affectionate but the most ruthless, and there is not necessarily any progress in such a toss, I am afraid that it is really on the day of the catastrophe, and it is not realistic for him to block Siniang from a catastrophe. ”

Originally, Siniang couldn't let go, lost his eyes, even if he did it again, the result was still the same, and the task would not be a failure after ten years, who made that Siniang really want the heart of a monk, but this one is not long-hearted. ”

"No matter, let me take a few days off first, it's very annoying to follow the monk around in that small world. ”

Finally, the suppression of the system in this small world has been reduced, and Leng Junling has to take this opportunity to be lazy, no matter how important the task is, now it has made her feel a little less urgent, which is probably the sequelae of living too long.

Leng Junling is so lazy, but Dancai doesn't urge her, she knows the task in her heart, and it is good to let the monk be in a hurry, Dancai is always a little bored when she looks at these mission goals.

Passing by Peiyang, the monk searched for the soul seeking grass all the way and collapsed, as if something was going to go against him, and the things that he once didn't care about became an important thing related to his life one day, but at this time, the tsundere was more rare than ascending to the sky, that is, he couldn't find it, this cliff made the monk touch it all over, and there were many insects and ants in the dark places, and the monk didn't know how many wounds and blisters he had bitten out of the poison.

It's nothing to suffer like this, but what is more tormenting to the monk is the mental pressure, Siniang doesn't wake up for a day, he is more and more anxious, as if he owes Siniang not to say, there are a few more emotions that shouldn't be there, since when, this is just a ghost servant signed on a whim, and it has become so heavy?

The monk can't tell his heart, it seems to be evading, and irritable, only when his practice is not enough to mess up his mind, and the Tao is caused by Siniang's injury and sleep, at this time, if there is not a long eye to bump into, I am afraid that it will become the monk's punching bag, this flower monk who has been through the intestines of wine and meat, I am afraid that he is the only one who can restrain him, and he is the only one.

Dancai saw the monk frustrated and gloating in the system space, he decided not to wake up Leng Junling first, let the monk suffer for a few more days, and did not find the spirit plant, how could this "Siniang" wake up?

At this time, Leng Junling, who was lazy in sleep, didn't know it, and outside the system space, the monk finally encountered a disaster.

This wilderness is buried in the bones, how much yin and selfishness are not clear, the monk runs in these most dangerous areas, this cliff is just halfway down, I feel that someone above is cutting his own rope, the monk was stunned, and then stepped on it, the body shape is like a floating leaf easily floating, stepping on the cliff to borrow strength, a few times is easy to return to the top of the cliff.

A monk descended from the sky, and when he looked closely, his face was not ordinarily handsome, and the big man who was cutting the rope was stunned, why did he just want to kill his mouth, and he still ran into a monk?

You are a monk with fine skin and tender meat, why don't you practice in the temple and go to the wilderness to do something?

still looks like this, shouldn't it be some kind of flower thief?

There are two questions in the big head of the big man, and he feels that he is normal here, but this monk is abnormal, and the monk climbed back from the cliff half up and down a few times, and he felt that this might be a hard stubble, and before the monk opened his mouth to question, he decided to start first, and the knife in his hand that cut the rope slashed towards the monk head-on.

The monk's eyebrows stood up, and he instinctively fought back at the moment, what kind of monk's compassion is not, and it is even more impossible to let the other party split himself with a knife and then divide right and wrong, the robe exploded like a butterfly wearing flowers, and the mouth said "Amitabha", secretly the strength has been beaten, stirring up a thousand layers of qi around the body, and the blade thrown by the big man was shattered before it touched the monk. 、

In fact, you don't have to be so ruthless to deal with a reckless man, but the monk is depressed at this time, and he can't control his temper when he encounters it with a short eye, and the big man was hit by the monk's qi wave, almost faster than the blade he thrown, and the monk didn't ask about the cause and effect, and he didn't know why the other party wanted to cut his rope before he took a look, so he let the other party be hit by the qi wave, and the real sense was broken into thousands of pieces.

The forest was panicked, a layer of blood-red things were sprayed, and the fluffy grass under his feet became a tomato-red carpet, and the monk walked indifferently without touching the corners of his clothes, and he didn't pay attention to this big man from beginning to end.

If a fellow disciple sees this scene, I am afraid that they will be able to tell the reason why this monk has been running around for several years, and now there is no acquaintance, let alone an audience, but it is just an inconsequential violent drama.

Another ghost has been added to the barren mountains and mountains, but the monk's heart is still troubled by the soul-seeking grass.

At this time, the monk didn't know that the conflict just now had been seen by others, and when the monk left, a small boy rolled out of the grass not far away, his hands and feet were trapped together, and there were traces of undried blood and fear on his face, looking at the direction of the monk's departure, but he didn't dare to breathe.

That monk is so strong!

I don't know whether to say that I am lucky or unlucky, this was tied to this mountain by someone who doesn't know the details, and I escaped with my life, but I also saw a unilateral extermination, not to mention the urgency to become stronger that emerged from the bottom of my heart after fear, but the most important thing in front of me is to leave this Shura land first.

Fortunately, the blood stains on his face were from the big man who had been killed just now, not that he himself was injured, and he found a sharp stone to grind the rope on his hand, and it was already more than half an hour later, and when he untied the hemp rope on his ankle, the leg was numb and did not look like his own, but like a wood that had been dead for several years, and after a while, the young man staggered away and went down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is only a small village of more than a dozen families, the young man staggered home, entered the house and poured cold water by the well, and poured it down, an orphan, no one cared, ran into the house and lay on the wooden bed with a hungry stomach, remembered the scene on the top of the cliff before and felt cold, it was the fear of the time, but heard someone outside the door said "Amitabha", immediately a carp jumped up from the bed.

Outside the ruined earthen wall, the monk was looking at the courtyard, this place was too poor, I was afraid that there was nothing to fill his stomach.