Almost everyone's eyes turned a miserable green, what is the dragon soul fruit, they are like thunder, just listening to rumors among the monks can grind their ears out of cocoons - condensed dragon blood essence, absorbing pure aura to grow the heavenly treasure, can be encountered but not sought for divine objects! As long as you can swallow a green skin of the ten-year fire dragon soul fruit, you can get a chance to wash the marrow and cut the marrow, and at the same time, it can also increase the activity of the bone marrow, so that the speed of blood production becomes extremely fast, if you are injured, you don't have to worry about excessive blood loss and shaking the foundation, because the speed of blood production can almost overwhelm the speed of blood loss, as long as you have enough essence, there is no need to worry about the loss of qi and blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info More importantly, the Dragon Soul Fruit contains the breath of the Dragon Clan, if you swallow the Dragon Soul Fruit, you can resist the coercion of the Dragon Clan to a certain extent, the Dragon Clan is a natural divine thing, they have a natural restraint for other races!

"Dragon Soul Fruit...... How could there be such a god-defying artifact in the Valley of Fallen Souls!" Jackdaw looked at Unrepentant and Xunbo with a numb scalp, as if he wanted to see useful information from their faces.

Taking a sip of tea, the old knife slowly spoke: "Dragon Soul Fruit is something that every dragon slayer must swallow before cultivating the Dragon Slaying Technique, that is to say, no matter where there is a dragon slayer's family, there must be a Dragon Soul Fruit Tree growing there." Only the group of old madmen who devoured the dragon had the courage to capture and kill the dragon clan and use their essence blood to water and cultivate the dragon soul fruit tree, am I right?"

Xunbo nodded, revealing a shy smile: "The tree in Xunlong Valley directly attracted the seawater of the East China Sea Spirit Vein to irrigate, and the ancestor said that there were once two sons of the Dragon King of the East China Sea Dragon Clan who died under that tree, and there are ...... Sixteen dragons vassal of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, after their essence blood was emptied, they were nailed to the dragon pillar as a test to test the clansmen who were about to get out of the valley. In the eyes of the killer elites of Wumeng, this shy smile is a naked mockery of the East China Sea Dragon Clan!

Invariably took a breath of cool air, Rao did not regret that he had a certain understanding of the dragon slayer family in the Valley of Fallen Souls, and he did not expect that the hatred between them and the East China Sea Dragon Clan was so deep, and it was really crazy to use the essence blood of the vendetta to water the Dragon Soul Tree, and use the fruits on himself, it was really crazy, crazy to the extreme! This blatant provocation has deepened the hatred between the two clans, and it faintly has the taste of expanding into a war between the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas and the Ram Family!

After the shock, the green light in the eyes of the old and young people at the table became even stronger.

After coughing violently again, Blood Crow frowned, licked his lips, and asked, "I, I want to go to the Fallen Soul Valley to see what the Dragon Soul Tree looks like, the Dragon Soul Fruit, is it so magical." ”

"Second brother, who are you?" looked at the blood-stained handkerchief held by the blood crow in his hand, and his heart tightened without regret.

With a wave of his hand, he quietly put away the handkerchief, and the blood crow smiled: "Small injury, small injury, the Zenith League actually hides a damn dead old man with a deformed heart, and he was a little injured when he slaughtered him." ”

Jackdaw frowned, and shouted, "If it weren't for Old Eleven's Soul Shattering Technique to divide the god of that old thing, your little life would have been confessed there tonight!

Nonsense! Die to save face and suffer to be sinned!" The blood crow rolled his eyes and muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and then sat there dumbfounded, not saying a word.

"Tonight, it's the Blood Crow and the Dreadweed Raven who are going to the Zenith Alliance to stop and kill the masters, who are ready to go to make things difficult for you. Luo Hu lowered his voice and said in the ear of no regret, his body trembled, and he looked deeply at the blood crow, as well as the other brothers and the old knife like a Buddha, the faint cold blood in the air suddenly became warm, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth. This is also a group of guys who are as protective as the clouds and dust.

The long candle was bright and warm, a plate of exquisite dishes was served to the sandalwood table by them, a jar of old wine was slapped open and sealed on the table, a group of big men laughed wildly, with a slightly drunken smile talking about trivial matters, mixed with some meat words from time to time, Lan Mengyao, who was sitting next to him, blushed and smacked lightly from time to time, busy putting vegetables in the bowl of no regrets, and the wind in his eyes that exposed his chest because of the hot stomach became dazzling and dazzling.

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After a long, long time, the cups and plates were in disarray, and the guys with a little bit of alcohol were all poured under the table and fell asleep, and were taken out from under the table by the jackdaws and blood crows and carried them on their shoulders and went upstairs.

"Damn, can't you eat less, old seven, it's so heavy, climb the wall and walk after finishing your errands in the future!" The empty crow was already thin, and the wind crow was a whole head taller than him, and the muscles of his whole body were knotted, like a sturdy tiger, the half-illusory little body of the empty crow carried the wind crow and said angrily, and almost rolled down the stairs without checking for a while, so frightened that the empty crow monster screamed, and the soles of his feet changed his pace, and it was easy to stabilize his body, and he ran up to the second floor with a breath. A few people downstairs laughed maliciously, staggered to their feet, and went down the stairs back to their rooms.

The old knife looked at the lively and drunk boys, laughed and cursed, and with a flick of his fingers, all the candles that lit the first floor were extinguished, and the empty plates and splashed juice on the table were all wrapped in invisible power and flew into the back kitchen. Just as he was proud, a few sounds of porcelain breaking came from the back kitchen, the old knife's face stiffened, he cursed a few words in a low voice, shook his head and walked towards his room with his hands behind his back. "Old, old. The helpless sigh and a faint sense of satisfaction filled the emotion of these four words, and gradually disappeared in the small space.

"How do you feel?" Luo Hu sat on the roof of Wumeng's shop, holding a wine jug in his hand, looking up at the starry sky, the faint starlight fell on his body, which was very magically penetrating, nourishing and strengthening the spiritual power in his body, a pair of purple eyes stared at the starry sky, not knowing what he was thinking. He also grabbed a wine jug in his hand, turned over and jumped up gently, and landed beside Rahu, without making a sound, he took a sip of wine, and asked without regret.

Shaking his head, Rahu didn't speak, the emotions in his heart were very complicated, in order to kill the black crow, he left Zhongzhou and came to the territory of Wumeng, Dala State, and took over not killing the black crow but because of the old knife and the Dala blood feathers beating and educating, and the black crows became a relationship of not fighting and not knowing, it was originally a beautiful conversation, but after it was mixed with the old knife and the Dala blood feather, how did he think about it, how did he have a strange taste of being forced into a prostitute in it, every time he thought of this, he felt uncomfortable.

"Why don't you go on a rampage with me? Without regret, he shook the jug and listened to the sound of the liquor colliding and spinning in the jug.

"But I am from Hades. Rahu replied.

Drunk and unrepentant is a bastard, this guy's wine is really not very good. He grinned with malice: "But you have returned the Hades Order to the Hades, you are no longer the Hades of Hades, you are a single person, it is better to follow me to ensure that your kid has a splendid future!" Just kidding, you little kid three years younger than me dare to say such big things? What are you liaring about?! And that kind of under-beaten tone sounds really unpleasant!

"Heh, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?" Luo Hu sneered disdainfully, not expecting that the black crow that seemed to have no mortal emotions actually had ...... Is it the effect of alcohol or is it the nature of such a vulgar side? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

grinned without any scruples, without regret or fear of being thrown off the roof by Rahu, and didn't want to say directly: "If I can beat you once, I can beat you a second and third time, why don't you call big brother soon?!"

"Get out of here!" Rahu roared with a dark face, kicked the obviously drunk Wu Regret off the roof, and then smashed the empty wine jug in his hand hard, only to hear a muffled and twisted scream, Luo Hu, who was in a good mood, laughed and grabbed the wine jug that he didn't regret drinking much.

Pushed open his door, rubbed his aching waist without regretting his teeth, threw off his boots, threw aside the black clothes he had taken off, and climbed directly onto the bed to touch the pillow.

"Eh, did Meng Yao's girl change my pillow?" his left hand touched a soft protrusion, and his brain was burned by alcohol, and he muttered without regret, and plunged headlong, and he didn't hear a low mutter.

No, it doesn't feel right, even if you change the pillow, it shouldn't feel like this. The sound of rapid breathing exhaled hot air overhead, and he looked up hazy without regret, and through the lights on the street outside the window, he happened to see the bright eyes of Lan Mengyao, who was pressed under him and covered by the quilt.

"Girl, why did you come here to sleep, the old knife didn't prepare a room for you?" asked in a low voice, his limbs lost the strength to move because of alcohol, and he turned over with force, turned over from Lan Mengyao's body, and lay down on the other side of the bed, he really didn't have the extra strength to be frightened, shy, explain, and think, so he asked in a daze.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, he was also covered, and a soft and fiery body wearing ** hugged him, and the fragrance emanated from Lan Mengyao's body. The same slightly drunk answer, but with a certain ambiguous and shy taste, sounded in the ears of no regrets: "Daddy said...... We should have a room and a bed. ”

Stimulated by alcohol, there was a sudden wild heat roaring out from the deepest part of the body, and he instinctively wanted to control and push Lan Mengyao away, but he couldn't resist this primitive impulse, and between the wavering, Lan Mengyao ...... actually took off his **, and his unrepentant resistance collapsed like a small levee hit by a monstrous flood.

"You, little goblin!" A clear sound of clothes shattering sounded, and Lan Mengyao found that she had no regrets actually tearing up her underwear, and exclaimed, with some mysterious desire and excitement, she was pressed under her by the strong tiger without regret.

The tongues of the two men were entwined together, and a strange cry of pain rang out, and a pink breath permeated the room......

"Damn, the old man should have done a better job of soundproofing the room in the first place!" said the old knife angrily, burying his head with a pillow.

"Hey, boss, did you say this is the first time? Daddy has done a good thing. The Blood Raven Monster knocked on the wall with a smile, and on the other side of him lived the Boss Jackdaw, they were all monks with successful body cultivation, and their perception was a hundred times stronger than that of mortals?!

Jackdaw lay on the bed, about to answer, and the sound of gossip filled his mind, and the topic was inseparable from the strange cry of pain, and the unrepentant panting like a cow, and...... Something that goes deep into the marrow of the marrow.

"Shut up!" Old Dao's strange voice suddenly appeared in their ears, and the discussion stopped abruptly, but they couldn't help but chuckle.

After following Lao Dao for more than 20 years, they can naturally understand the meaning of Lao Dao - shut up! Listen carefully to ......;