Scratch a few wounds on the monster that made a mistake, and finally drip "itchy" sap on the wounds......

Once the toxicity occurs, it will hurt if you scratch it, and it will itch if you don't scratch. And that kind of itch seems to go deep into the bone marrow and drill into the heart, so you can't ignore it at all, so you have to endure the pain to scratch it.

According to the records of the Flying Feather Clan, the final result is often that the punished demon beast scratches off all the flesh at the wound, and the wounds all over the body are bloody and erosive. What's more, even the bones are scratched with a few marks, which is very painful. It's like an addiction that can't be stopped.

And this kind of fun lies in the fact that the person being punished can torture himself to death without having to do it with the hands of others. For those in power, they prefer this elegant but more powerful gore to rude beatings.

After the two went back, they meditated and rested for a while, and for the first time, no one felt sleepy at all. The rest of the time was spent snuggling up to each other.

On the second day, something big happened to the Void Gate.

The owner of the Void Gate was attacked by thieves, injured and stolen treasures. Now the whole void door is smashed up and down to arrest this thief.

Obviously, this statement is glorified many times over. Out of Mo Jiuxiao and Luo An'an, very few people know the truth. Or maybe there are still a lot of people who originally knew the truth, but they were all killed.

In this regard, Luo An'an's attitude was only a slight smile. I don't know if there is a demon cultivator in this void gate that can detoxify, otherwise even if Niu Quan's chrysanthemum is rotten, it won't be enough for him.

At this moment, Luo An'an turned back into a fox body, lying in the arms of the shovel officer.

But it felt wrong when he followed it, and as soon as the fox turned his head, he saw the shovel officer unconsciously pulling his tail hair.

An Baobao blew up, and almost didn't pull out Mo Jiuxiao's hair.

Mo Jiuxiao smiled and begged for forgiveness, and shamelessly shirked: "Luo Luo, in fact, it wasn't me who plucked your hair just now, it was my brother." ”

A certain fierce fried hair: "Dare to say, how can you have a brother!"

"Yes, it was my eldest brother Mo Yixiao who just furrowed you. Uncle Mo hugged the fox and pinched his claws.

Luo Anan was stunned by Mo Jiuxiao's shamelessness: "............"

"What, don't you believe it?" Mo Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Okay, it may not be Mo Yixiao, maybe it is Mo Erxiao, Mo Sanxiao......"

A certain gritted his teeth: "In short, it's not you Mo Jiuxiao, right?"

"Uh-huh!" Uncle Mo nodded smugly.

"You're talking nonsense!" a certain dragon's eighteen claws slapped on the head of the shoveler, very, very trying to catch him.

"Okay, okay, it's me talking nonsense. After Mo Jiuxiao finished laughing, he was not serious again, and blew into the fox's ear: "Does Luo Luo know why my name is Mo Jiuxiao, not one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight Xiao?"

An Baobao stared at him with round fox eyes, as if he was mentally retarded: "Because this baby has only heard of the highest nine heavens." ”

Whose parents are idle and have nothing to do to name their children "Qixiao" and "Baxiao", doesn't this obviously mean that they are not as good as the children called "Jiuxiao"?

"Wrong," Mo Jiuxiao smiled lowly, and looked at his little thing narrowly: "The reason why my name is Mo Jiuxiao...... It's because I can ...... nine times a night."

“……！！！”

"Huh. An Baobao laughed indifferently twice, and then rose up to beat the dog head of the shovel officer.

"I'll let you brag! I'll let you brag nine times a night! You've got the ability to show me now once! You're really going to put gold on your face!" said a certain "vicious" one.