Li Chuyi didn't want to die, although he never wanted to live forever, he never wanted to die young.

He has only lived for more than ten years, and there are still a lot of flowers in the world that he has not traveled, if he dies so early, it will be a great loss! Besides, if the Taoist priest knows about it, with the temper of the Taoist priest, he will definitely laugh half to death before avenging him!

Li Chuyi didn't want to become the laughing stock of his unscrupulous master, it was worse than death!

Therefore, he didn't want to die early, he racked his brains to think of ways to disturb the lark, and even told a few meat jokes that he didn't quite understand himself, which were all told to him by Taoist priests as children's stories to coax him to sleep.

As a result, this lark didn't know if it was because of its limited intelligence and the sense of humor of the human race, or if it saw through Li Chuyi's tricks, and after several mood fluctuations at the beginning, no matter how hard Li Chuyi tried to speak, it was unmoved, and walked slowly and firmly towards this side.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Li Chuyi muttered silently in his heart.

Naturally, he didn't want the lark to hurry up, but to make himself recover faster.

After this short period of pranayama, under the combined effect of the second scripture of the "Taoist Codex" and the healing elixir, the injuries in his body have improved a lot, and the damaged meridians have quickly recovered, and even some broken parts have been reconnected, and they have regained their vitality under the warmth of the medicinal power and the breath of the "Taoist Codex".

Feeling the feeling of his body gradually being re-controlled, Li Chuyi looked at the skylark that was getting closer and closer, and his heart was full of anxiety.

I can move, but I still feel weak. He tried to move his arm slightly, and the sharp pain in his heart instantly replaced the feeling of fatigue, making him take a sharp breath of cool air.

Fortunately, with the breath of the "Taoist Codex" and the healing pill together, the severe pain only lasted for a short moment, and after he didn't move, he was warmed by a cool breath. If there were no such healing wonders, Li Chuyi estimated that this severe pain alone would have caused him to die of misfortune.

Step ~~~~ step on ~~~~~~

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when the distance between the two sides was shortened to just a few feet, the tall figure of the lark made the two people who were slumped on the ground only look up.

Looking at the two hairy thieves in his shadow, the big eyes of the lark showed a hint of ridicule and pleasure. Especially the short and fat one among the two thieves, who had been babbling for a long time before, made him angry, thinking that he could finally slash this person at this time, the body of the lark that had been tortured by the chains for a long time still couldn't stop surging a trace of refreshing pleasure, so that its painful body gained a trace of relaxation for a while.

Raising the bird's head slightly, the lark looked down at the two of them condescendingly, like a king examining his own sinners. And the two "sinners" were also very cooperative, both faces were white, but Li Chuyi was anxious, and Li Sinian was frightened.

"Grandpa, if you have any backhand, use it quickly, if you don't need the two of us, you will really die!"

Li Sinian's voice was full of crying, anyway, now that they are both exposed, it doesn't matter if the voice is transmitted or not. Besides, he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if the big guy in front of him didn't like his voice, he would eat himself again. Although it seems that everything is dead now, but it will be a while to die a little later, right?

Li Chuyi was also anxious, he didn't expect this stupid bird's wisdom to be so high, scolding and scolding it didn't react, similar to people can control their own emotions, which is completely inconsistent with his original plan!

Now that the injuries in his body have been recovering rapidly, Li Chuyi estimates that as long as he is given another ten breaths, he will have the power to take action as long as he has ten breaths. Although he can move now, he can't resist the sharp pain when he moves, even if he can't pinch it.

However, the reality is cruel, there is nothing to "support the orphan", "optimistic" is just that, and now he is not even angry, this distance is one step away from the big bird in front of him. It didn't even take a single step, it lowered its head and pushed forward enough, and it was able to catch them.

Enduring the severe pain, Li Chu put his hand on the gourd on his waist, and prayed silently in his heart while touching this precious rotten gourd that had saved him several times.

"Hulu, gourd, you are the treasure of the Taoist priest, you definitely won't sleep all the time, right? I am the precious apprentice of the Taoist priest, and I am about to die young, you have to save me because of reason, right?"

As expected, the rotten gourd didn't react, just shook gently as he fumbled.

Sighing, Li Chuyi did not give up.

"Hulu, gourd, you won't be happy if I die! Think about it, in this situation, this stupid bird in front of me will definitely eat me. You see that his wings are bald and his legs are tied, and it must be even more inconvenient to have no hands, and when he eats me, he must swallow it directly without peeling the skin, at most tearing it into several pieces and swallowing it. I was swallowed by him, and you have to follow in, and when the time comes, I will be digested, and your treasure gourd, which can't even be wiped out of the void, will definitely not be digested, and then it will be pulled out and buried in bird droppings.

The rotten gourd didn't know if he was really asleep or too lazy to pay attention to him, but he still didn't react, and no matter how he shook, it was silent.

Li Chuyi was very helpless, but there was no way, and this was all in his expectation.

When the rotten gourd kept him from escaping from the void, he used up his stored mana and has been in a deep sleep. This is also this magical rotten gourd, if it is replaced by other magic weapons, if the mana is squeezed dry at one time, even if it is not destroyed, it will be extremely difficult to recover from spiritual failure, like the rotten gourd and know that it is sleeping on its own, it is a very high-grade treasure, and it is hard to find.

Although Li Chuyi didn't know the grade and use of magic weapons, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that excessive loss of a magic weapon would definitely cause great harm to him. It's the same as people, it's okay to work hard and get tired on weekdays, but when you are tired, you are likely to be tired to death.

He was also helpless to ask for help from the rotten gourd, this stupid bird was so intelligent that he was not stimulated by his radical method, and now that the soldiers were in the city, Li Chuyi also felt a little exhausted and sick and rushed to the doctor. He just had the idea of giving it a try, wanting to see if this rotten gourd would create another miracle for him.

As it turned out, miracles do exist, but definitely not cabbage.

Li Chuyi, who was helpless, looked up at the big head of the lark, and glanced down from its head, carefully observing every scar on its body, and wondering how to make a move.

When it comes to the end, even if it hurts him to death, he has to fight, if he can drag such a big guy to die together, then he is worth it.

At least when the Taoist priest knows about it in the future, his unscrupulous master will not laugh at him.

Seeing the nasty guy on the ground staring at him, the lark's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately understood what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, this annoying thief was dying and still thinking about how to hurt himself, and the lark couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance, and at the same time a sense of humiliation.

If it wasn't injured before, this kind of guy could be shattered with a casual scream, how could it be like now, and when the other party was seriously injured, he had to drag his injured body over to understand them with his own hands. And after he was injured, he was not only sealed by the chains on his feet, but his own coercion also decreased with the deterioration of the injury, and now he is so weak that even this scum-like existence in its eyes in the past dares to have different intentions towards it, and even wants to kill it, which makes the arrogant lark not be angry.

The fluctuation of his mood caused the demon power to tremble, and the chains on his feet once again took the opportunity to make trouble, trying to suck the lark dry in one fell swoop. The demonic power flowed to resist the devouring of the chains, and felt the sudden tightening of the auxiliary chains on the wings and body, and the pain in the eyes of the Skylark flashed and turned into fierceness.

This time, it turned all the physical pain into hatred for Li Chuyi, and it changed its mind when it wanted to tear it to pieces.

It wanted to swallow Li Chuyi in one gulp, seal it in its own body and slowly refine it. It will use its demonic power to gnaw at this nasty dregs little by little, making him feel the pain in his body. How deep the pain the chain gives it, how deep it will make Li Chuyi's pain. It wants him to be with him, to feel the painful feeling of tormenting it all the time, making it worse than dead.

Thinking of this, a pair of big eyes stared at Li Chuyi, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he pecked Li Chuyi on the head with a lark beak.

"I'll go to your Taoist priest's, Lao Tzu won't make bird droppings when he dies!"

Looking at the bird's beak that fell sharply overhead, Li Chuyi's face changed greatly because of the faint smell of the fishy wind. He gritted his teeth and raised his palms together, and was about to forcibly urge a decisive resistance, but suddenly felt a slight tremor behind him, followed by a crisp hula sound. Before he could react, he saw the rapidly falling bird's beak paused slightly, as if it was blocked by something. At the same time, a hint of pain flashed in the eyes of the lark, and the bird's head quickly bounced up after a slight pause, and a puddle of blood spilled with it.

Chirp~~~~!

There was a cry of pain, and the voice of the lark changed. Li Chuyi looked at it, and saw that there was an opening on both sides of its beak, and the symmetrical openings on the left and right seemed to have been cut by something. Blood flowed uncontrollably from the wound, and the amount of blood was far greater than the wound should have been. When he looked down, Li Chuyi's face was suddenly full of understanding.

No wonder there is so much blood, and the soft and alive little piece of the earth* is not the little tongue that pierces the lark!

Scratching his head, feeling that Fang Cai's blow was a little familiar, the little fat man turned his head to look back, and sure enough, as he expected, it was the portrait that robbed him of the spirit stone!

I saw that the portrait at this time had been unfolded at this time, standing out of thin air three feet above his head. Fang Cai's blow to the mouth was exactly the kind of dark energy that portraits are used to.

At the beginning, even Li Chuyi, who had the help of Yin and Yang Dao eyes, felt that he couldn't guard against it, and such a close distance was such a big target, and it was normal for this lark to suffer a loss.

He reached out and wanted to touch the portrait, but the portrait floated around and refused to let him touch it. Li Chuyi was not annoyed, he just looked at it and giggled.

"Hey, hey, I almost forgot about you, but you're actually afraid of turning into bird droppings, right?"