The green robe is open and honest without a line of defense, and he will definitely not dare to be gullible if he is another person, but it is a pity that the other party is Qiao Mengchen, even if he advances another centimeter, it will be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and he will have to jump down when he is cornered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fangs are left by the fangs of the black spirit, which may contain the poison of the underworld dog that infringes on the body qi and erodes the bloodline, and can also keep the gas spots in the victim's body for a long time, and form a unique aura around itself with the breathing, like electromagnetic waves, constantly emitting the victim's geographical location outward, guiding other hellhounds to come and search.

The weird smiling face, maybe it's just a coincidence, the green-robed wing scripture explained.

Limited to the confinement of body size, perhaps the green-robed wing warp is easy to make people look down. But don't forget, the Tsubagu Tsubashi brothers are from the birthplace of ancient humans, the Mother Continent (now known as the Kujiri Continent). The so-called existence is reasonable, and these aliens, who are less than a quarter of the height of ordinary people, can survive in the troubled times of strife until now, and naturally have their own merits.

Speaking of which, the ancestors of the Wing Sutra are also famous.

Kujiri is out of the ghost, and there are immortals in Yan - this is a saying that was once widely spread on the Kujiri continent and made the Tsubasa family feel very honored.

In the past, the ghost was composed of three branches, one surnamed Mo Ji, one surnamed Xu, and one was the ancestor of the Tsubashi Sutra - the Oki Island Wing Clan of the Kujiri Continent. Among the three branches of the Secluded Ones, only the Oki Island Tsubasa clan lived adjacent to the Kujiri Continent, while the Moji Clan and the Xu Clan were scattered throughout the Litian Continent.

Since the orcs came from the underworld, not only have they followed the path of the world, but their cruel nature has driven them to use more violent means to slaughter cities and exterminate their clans, causing more tragedies than the demons of the underworld.

Half-orcs are a general term for creatures such as bull-headed human body, human head and fish body, snake body and human face, etc. On the Kujiri continent, which is larger than the total land of the earth, there are more than a dozen types of half-orcs such as Rongfu, Gongqu, Mud, and Maniel. Although there are slight differences in race and personality, there is a delicate balance between the orcs.

Mud?

Yes, you read that right, the mud that loves to kill different species and is difficult to train in animal nature, lives in the mud and feeds on the plankton in the mud, and the whole body is dirty and smelly, and it is an amphibian-like animal that has evolved slightly half a step forward than amphibians.

It's just that people have cultivated the Tao and have simple thoughts, and they are not willing to deal with mud all day long.

The true decline of the Wing Clan began in the last millennium. Let them decay the opponent, the mud is also. Not to mention their defeat to the mud, the whole clan was also poisoned by the hoop curse, and there is still no way to unravel it to this day.

The Black Lingjing is inextricably linked with the half-orcs such as Gongqu and Thin Mud, and the Winged Ancient Wing Sutra and the half-orcs once lived on the same ancient continent, so the Wing Sutra knows the number of ways of the Black Lingti.

Wing Jing frothed at the mouth and spoke dryly, and Wing Xiao farted and ran closer: "Uncle, the pit has been dug up, and it's time to bury this kid!"

Qiao Mengchen glared at Yi Xiaokai vigorously, and wanted to kick him a few miles away. Without waiting for him to make a move, he sent a shiny lump of flesh to the little ghost's head with a pestle: "Get out, uneducated little beast!

"Bad old man, why do you bully the small with the big!" Wing Xiaokai grinned in pain, and the following Wing Dakai stopped doing it: "You have the ability to rush at me, what kind of thing is it to clean up the children?"

Yijing was furious, and with a "bah", he shook his jade staff and prepared to step forward. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Qiao Mengchen lifted one in one hand and held it high, lest these angry villains pinch each other: "Forget it, give me a thin noodle ......"

In a fit of rage, the uncle and nephew each made some cloud balls and bullets in the air, and they swished and shot at each other, coming and going lively. Although these Xiaqiu bullets are small in size, they are not small. Some of them lost their heads and got on Qiao Mengchen's clothes, and they immediately burned like corrosive agents, causing the clothes to smoke and smoke.

Qiao Mengchen was startled, shook his hands sharply, and threw his uncle and nephew far away. Extremely deep memory, anyone will make this kind of subconscious move.

is always a generation older, not only the colors and styles of the cloud ball are colorful, but even the action of falling out is much better. Wing Jing hit a few somersaults in a row, and finally stabilized his body. But the wings were more than a notch away, his hands fluttered wildly and he screamed, and he saw that he had fallen on a big horse when he flew out more than a mile.

He spat out a mouthful of the grass that was full of gnawed grass, and shouted indistinctly in his mouth, wanting to come back and fight with Qiao Mengchen. Yi Xiaokai intercepted his father in the middle of the road, and persuaded him earnestly, "If I were you, I would definitely not ask for humiliation again." Wing Dakai pondered slightly, yes, heroes don't eat the losses in front of them.

Qiao Mengchen grinned, and followed the more reasonable wing meridian to the side of the dug "pit".

The so-called pit is nothing more than the four-colored clouds built into a coffin, and the coffin cover on the top is a layer of evenly spread clouds. Above the clouds, there were countless dense and buzzing bees! Seeing these many flying insects of different colors and shapes, Qiao Mengchen didn't understand what they were for, but he faintly felt bad. He is not afraid, but his heart is still very weak, in case one-third of the Wing Ancient Ancestor is bad, then ......

His eyes happened to meet with Yi Xiaokai, and the latter immediately grinned, and Qiao Mengchen's liver trembled even more with his smile.

The little people gathered around to see the strangeness, but they didn't see the girl's figure. Qiao Mengchen was a little melancholy, and when she looked from afar, she saw that the white clothes in the sleeping crystal were still like snow, and she thought that she was still waiting for Qiao Mengchen to greet her.

This Nier is really temperamental, and the shelves are relatively sufficient.

Thinking of this, I only felt that my feet were light, and my body had been lifted up by the variegated clouds. The Wing Gu Yijing finally reached an agreement: one person raised his feet with Chixia, and the other raised his elbow with Qingxia, and slowly sent Qiao Mengchen into the coffin.

Wing Dakai jumped into the coffin, and lifted the tattered sea beast clothes for Qiao Mengchen, revealing the wound behind his shoulder. Packed up, the wings shook the jade staff, and the clouds were slightly drunk, and the whole person slowly rose into the air, like a small beetle with a calm demeanor and very short wings.

He was the second of the four hills, and above the summit there were yellowish clouds. The green robe didn't enter the yellow glow for a long time, and then came back with a small jar of yellow nectar. The fragrance of nectar wafted for ten miles, causing the bees that originally sucked the coffin board to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. With a brisk hum, the bees flew over to greet the Wing Sutra.

Protected by the jade cane air shield, these bees entered without holes, and were so anxious that they kept rotating up and down around the wings, resembling a moving hornet's nest, surrounding a small person without a shadow. Yi Xiaokai was stubborn, grabbed a piece of gold nuggets and wanted to repeat the old trick, but fortunately, his father saw the opportunity quickly and slapped it away.

Relying on the protection of the air mask, Yi Jing smeared the fragrant nectar on the wound. While applying it, he instructed Qiao Mengchen to stay awake and hold back, otherwise the treatment effect would be greatly reduced.

Although he knew that this was for his own good, Qiao Mengchen was still very unhappy, and he was unwilling to let so many bees climb on his shoulders. Regardless of whether the treatment effect is good or bad, if a certain bee goes crazy and accidentally causes a group fight, it is he who is unlucky.

In fact, he should be sincerely happy for himself, glad that he didn't have a phobia of intensity......

It wasn't until the swarm of swarms flew to his shoulders, stacked layer by layer, and fell apart again and again, that he regretted how he could easily obey other people's commands, really...... As he was thinking about it, he felt like he had been injected with anesthetic to extract bone marrow, and his shoulders were cold and numb, as if his back was already covered with countless holes.

Qiao Mengchen was nervous, and despite the fact that his right hand was also stained with bees, he wanted to raise his hand to touch the wound. But people had already been prepared, but the soul transfer technique that became stronger and weaker at will made him dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to do anything else at all.

This was repeated three times, until the third jar of yellow nectar was sucked up, and Qiao Mengchen's dizziness and drowsiness were relieved.

The poisonous plague of sucking out the fangs of the Black Spirit Fang with a bee is a valuable experience accumulated by the Wing Clan in the long struggle against the Muddy and his henchmen. After leaving the Kujiri continent, due to the lack of nectar from the yellow glow, there were no patients available for testing. Therefore, today's treatment is completely according to the map, and not only has no one ever seen this way, but even the green-robed brothers are trying it for the first time.

It was a fluke.

These bees are the descendants of the descendants of the Yi clan who hid in the grass cloud stream and reintroduced wild bees. Due to the poor quality, although it can barely pollinate the herbs as a medium, its own antitoxicity is really not good. After the poison enters the body, he does not know how to protect himself, but is taken away by the gas poison, the bee nature, the body color fades, and he dies.

Looking at the dead bee corpses, all of which were jet black, Yi Xiaokai didn't know what to think, and wanted to grab a handful and send it to his mouth. The green-robed old man was shocked by a cold sweat, and the jade staff waved in a hurry. In the end, the soul transfer technique saved the nephew who was good at tricks from a more tragic death.

Qiao Mengchen opened his eyes, and he also felt that his whole body was weak and his mouth was dry. I think it must have been because the bees sucked too much, and even their own body fluids were brought out, and they were all taken as ordered. The green-robed queen brought red nectar, ready to get some for Qiao Mengchen to sip.

Stop! Yijing hurriedly stopped, saying that he could not add fuel to the fire. As soon as it encounters the blood qi, the poisonous gas of the black spirit is solidified into barbs like fine needles, firmly hooked in the body, and it is even more difficult to heal. In order to eradicate the residual toxins that have penetrated deep into the bone marrow, it is necessary to feed rootless water, so that the aqueous acupuncture can dissolve the residue and gradually excrete it with sweat and urine.

Water without roots? Isn't that rain?

The little people looked up in unison, well, the sun is very good, but they can't see the sky before the rain. Seeing that everyone was like this, Yijing couldn't help but sigh: It's really stupid......?

The wings soared twice, and slowly shook to the bottom of the light red clouds in the form of a small beetle. Like picking cotton, he picked up a large man-made cloud that faded red. Back on the ground, someone brought bundles of vanilla. The green robe gave another order, and several little women quickly weaved a straw mat like lightning.

The green straw mats are impermeable, and the clouds are all wrapped in them. Suddenly, the bottom of the straw mat, which was larger than the ordinary Eight Immortals Table, began to tick and drop droplets.