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It was an indiscriminate attack.

Everyone's eardrums were in terrible pain as if they were about to burst.

The clownfish who had been fighting with Zhen Yingjun for a long time were also full of panic and pain in their eyes, and the fish tail flicked like a tide and retreated into the tank in a hurry.

And Zhen Yingjun was already kneeling on one knee and covering his head and panting violently, and the blood-stained thick fan fell crookedly to the side.

Not... My head hurts a little, but most of the time I'm tired... Kill the fish and kill the tired.

And the puzzle is over there.

Except for the bewildered hime, only the man who took the lead in taking down the cherry white jade bottle was still standing firmly.

The rest of them were bleeding and fell to the ground and tossed and writhed.

Look, it's the organs that have been damaged.

But even if the two of them were standing, it was not comfortable.

Because both of them were very white and pale.

Especially the bewitching him, in the charming eyes, there is fear, fear, and even deeper doubt...

I don't seem to understand where the high priest's thunderous wrath came from...

But Ming Yujin is a different scene.

The yellow and green halos of light emitted from the top of Ming Yujin's head, firmly covering Ming Yujin like a golden bell jar, and even Ming Yuheng, who had been leaning on Ming Yujin, also benefited from this, and the high priest's sonic power did not even affect them.

The sound wave dissipated, and the halo disappeared.

Then I saw the two of them each holding a white jade bottle, and they were drinking like a demon...

Cross-legged, tilt your head, raise the bottle, and pour.

The posture of the cow drink is called a heroic.

Long Qianhao, who flew back, stood still, and only one word came to his heart: swallowing mountains and rivers.

Immediately, the tip of his nose seemed to smell something, and there was an inexplicable commotion in his heart...

His hand slowly reached for the white jade porcelain vase.

Zhen Yingjun, who came back rubbing his head, took a look at a few crooked white jade bottles and the two girls who were drinking with cows.

Only one thought... That capacity, to tell the truth, drink so much, do you really not hold it?

Then he leisurely leaned on Ming Yujin and sat cross-legged beside the two of them: Alas, if you are tired of the little master, take advantage of the opportunity of the third senior brother to take a rest.

There are three senior brothers, and no one dares to compete.

Even the injured Third Senior Brother was the same.

It's about being so confident.

Long Qianhao, who was holding a white jade bottle and drinking elegantly at some point, smiled flatteringly.

Then he found that the third senior brother he admired now only had two things in his eyes.

The bottle in the hand, the person opposite.

It's really heart-wrenching.

A piece of flattery has gone down the drain.

Pouting.

Then turn your head to look at the posture of the two little girls drinking water.

Well, I can see that the master is also thirsty.

The nose sniffed a few times, hey, it smelled good.

Seems good.

Also, can it be bad to be able to enter the mouths of those two girls?

Zhen Yingjun was about to pick up a bottle to taste fresh.

I was kicked in the ass.

Then as soon as he raised his head, he saw the rotten face that made him spit out yellow bile before.

The rotten face, the old and terrible eyes, were staring at him.

To be precise, it was staring at the white jade bottle in his hand.

Zhen Yingjun urged his heart to rise, lifted the white jade bottle and made a toast to the high priest who was eyeing him.

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he poured it into his mouth.

When the high priest of Qi Di ascended, he fell on his back, and his eyes were so gloomy that there was obvious hatred and distress.

Distressed?

Zhen Yingjun feels satisfied, just to make you feel distressed!

So he struck the iron and poured a few sips while it was hot.

However, after he finished drinking, he smashed his mouth, and his expression was quite disgusted: It's just water, nothing rare?

Turning his head to look at Ming Yujin and Ming Yuheng, who was snuggled up to the side and poured water and looked intoxicated.

I wondered in my heart.

After a breath, the road.

"It's really a person who I'm drunk and drunk, drunk and watching beautiful women in pairs~"

Then, I got another hard kick in the ass...

Time goes back to before a cup of tea.

When Ming Yujin opened the mouth of the white jade bottle.

A wisp of aroma escapes from the mouth of the bottle, and the fragrance is not rich, but extremely elegant, but with an irresistible temptation.

It's as if the soul is being pulled in.

The ghost phoenix butterfly, which was originally used as an intermediary line, was also like a snake that had been caught by the seven orifices, and as soon as its wings fluttered, it was about to fly out in panic.

Ming Yuheng was still prepared, and when the ghost phoenix butterfly was about to fly away, he simply threw out the divine wooden box and put it in.

Of course, there is a string tied to the sacred wooden box.

This is the precautionary measure that Ming Yujin secretly took when he discovered the abnormal movement of the ghost phoenix butterfly.

It was supposed to be just in case.

I didn't think about it, but I really used it.

But without the ghost phoenix butterfly, he can't confuse Ji and others.

Originally, the two were worried that they would take advantage of this situation, and the machine guns in their hands were all loaded and ready for battle.

But I didn't know that I was looking at them for a long time... and the white jade bottle in the hands of Ming Yujin.

No movement was seen.

Ming Yuheng put away the Shenmu box, and when he saw the expression of the puzzled concubine, a trace of weirdness and incomprehension vaguely surged up in his heart.

But all doubts were left behind in Ming Yujin's next actions.

Ming Yujin silently picked up the white jade bottle and began to drink wildly.

It's really binge drinking.

This...

Originally, according to their plan, Ming Yujin pretended to drink the water in the white jade bottle, but in fact, he smuggled the holy water of Nalaoshzi into the space by drinking water.

After all, Ming Yujin itself is a body that is invulnerable to poison, and she is not afraid of any toxins, if she drinks it, even if it is poisonous, there is no need to worry.

Naturally, this is Ming Yujin making up blindly when he was writing behind Ming Yuheng.

Otherwise, with Ming Yuheng's temperament, he would not just let Ming Yujin drink this water from an unknown source.

But after thousands of calculations, they didn't figure out that the original cherry blossom white jade bottle was to suppress the fragrance of holy water and the power to bewitch people's hearts.

If the fragrance when the lid is opened, it can make people feel bewitched.

The fragrance of the holy water after it came out of the white jade bottle could make people fall into the magic path in an instant, and even if they drowned in it, they would be as happy as food.

As soon as the holy water came out, Mingyu Jin was immediately like a demon.

The little mouth immediately came up and swallowed with a grunt.

I didn't have time to swallow the holy water that ran down the corners of my mouth.

But he also bewitched Ming Yuheng.

In a trance, she only felt that the smell was so familiar, so familiar that she could feel her soul trembling.

To drink, must drink...

The two of them sat on the ground, hugging bottles and drinking wildly.

After a while, three or four of the dozen porcelain vases were empty, and they were thrown on the ground at random.

But it was this scene that made the high priest feel terrified.

Angry and angry.

However, because of Long Qianhao's obstruction.

He couldn't get close at all.

And because of the high priest's anger, the damage that was affected took care of it, and it can be said that there is no combat power...

No one could snatch the white jade bottle.

The high priest stared behind Long Qianhao with scarlet eyes, and there were four words on his face with a capital letter: Five internal burns.

The palms of the green tendons burst out and loosened, loosened and clenched.

When I saw Ming Yujin holding up a white jade porcelain bottle and drinking wildly.

The man who had vomited all over him before also picked up the water bottle and poured it.

Endurance has finally reached its peak.

"Slut!"

Another harsh rebuke.

It's on your side.

Of course.

Is there that Long Qianhao, who is like an immortal, but is as martial as a killing god?

What could he do?

Can't do anything!

It's based on...

There was a snap.

The pale face but still the bewitching and peerless bewitching Ji was suddenly pulled heavily and fell to the ground.

It was the glaring man who pulled the man.

Then the man was slapped out.

What a power the High Priest is.

Not to mention in the midst of rage.

Even if that person tried his best to do his best, he was still directly shot out five or six feet away.

Not even a scream could be made.

Blood was splattered on the spot.

Confused Ji sat on the ground, seeing this scene, he was afraid to take a few steps back, and his charming eyes looked terrified.

Just... If it hadn't been stopped, she would have died?!

Why? Why is that?

Seeing this, the bloody men lay on their stomachs on the ground.

"Ask the high priest to spare the holy woman."

The voice was trembling.

When the words fell, he buried his head and didn't dare to move a single bit, and a deep and strong sense of fear immediately permeated the dilapidated hall.

The high priest's face was blue, black, and red, with green tendons floating on the face, and the half of the face that was rotten and visible bones was more like a Shura ghost, and it was eerie and terrifying.

After glancing gloomily at the pleading crowd, the vicious gaze returned to the pale face of the bewitched hime.

The sound was rough and harsh.

"Idiot, who told you to give them all the holy water? Who gave you such a right? Say! What are your intentions? ”

The high priest glared at the bewildered her, as if he was going to peel her skin and cramp her, and divide the five horses into corpses.

Confused Ji struggled to her feet, unable to understand why the High Priest had said this.

"Did you ask me to give them holy water? Did you tell hime? Why are you here to blame Ji now? ”

Puzzle Hime's eyes were full of confusion.

"Nonsense! When did I say that! ”

Hearing this, Ji was confused.

"It's obviously the voice you whispered in your ears, but she just did what you told me..."

The High Priest stared at the face of the Confused Hime.

I wanted to make out the traces of lying on her face.

But...

Not lying.

This woman has been with him for many years, and he can tell at a glance whether she is lying or not.

Not lying, indeed.

But how so?

He obviously didn't say it!

Who the hell is it?!

Who's going to kill him?!

But...

One way or another.

The holy water is gone, it is drunk, and it is almost drunk.

This holy water is made by gathering the essence blood of a woman of the confused tribe and the flower heart of the cherry blossoms on the other side of the millennium, and it will take sixty years to conceive with the holy relics before it can begin to bear fruit.

In the past few decades, because the power of the bloodline of the Confusing Family has become thinner and thinner, the holy water that can be refined has become less and less.

And his body must rely on the nourishment of holy water to maintain it for a long time.

A few days ago, because he had a wrong glimpse of the Mandate of Heaven, he caused the Heavenly Dao to backlash.

Half of his face is rotten.

I finally got the *** of the bewildered girl, thinking that I could recover it by using holy water to nourish it.

But now.

A new batch of holy water has not yet been born.

There are only thirteen bottles of holy water left from the previous pregnancy, but all of them were given to others by this stupid woman and into the hands of others!

His face, his body, what will he take care of in the future?

The High Priest had only monstrous anger in his eyes now, and could not think of anything else.

Staring at the bewildered hime fiercely.

It took a long time to calm down the anger in my heart.

No, not yet, this woman is still useful, she can't be killed yet!

But...

With a wave of his palm.

The men who had just knelt on the ground and pleaded for mercy turned into blood in an instant...

Ji Ji hurriedly took a few steps back, hugged her body and trembled, and did not dare to speak out again.

The High Priest snorted coldly.

Turned to look at Long Qianhao and the others.

Hmph, with so much holy water, could it be that you can drink it all?

However, a scene back to the beginning.

But it made him angry.

It's gone, it's all gone.

Each other has a bottle.

Just when he turned around to deal with Ji Ji and the others.

They each had a bottle in their hands and drank all the holy water...

He also heard the other person burp in satisfaction...

Bang.

A bolt from the blue.

The high priest saw darkness before him, and he fell to the ground in an uproar.

"Hey, what's wrong with that ugly bastard?"

After Ming Yujin hiccuped, he looked at the unfortunate high priest in great curiosity.

Zhen Yingjun spread his palms and said very irresponsibly, "I guess I can't see us drinking alone, I didn't call him, alas, it's just that people are ugly, why are they so small?" ”

"Oh, the heart is quite small," Ming Yujin glanced at the flesh and blood that carried the high priest, and wrinkled his nose and said, "Destroy all the people who send water bottles to slag." ”

"Huh?"

Zhen Yingjun was shocked.

What the hell, isn't that his own?

Turning my head and looking, hey, I'll go, it's really!

Stepping on a horse, this man is ferocious, you must stay away!

So he picked up Ming Yujin and wanted to run away.

Then he was kicked in the ass again.

Zhen Yingjun covered his buttocks, turned his head bitterly to Long Qianhao, who had a light and indifferent fairy demeanor, and said bitterly, "Third Senior Brother, can you use your mouth to speak, master, my ass doesn't have a brain, and I can't understand it with my ass every time!" ”

Immortal Dragon Qianhao glanced lightly at his hand holding Ming Yujin's arm...

Then Zhen Yingjun was like an electric shock, jumping three feet high, and after landing on the ground, he turned around and picked up Ming Yuheng.

Ming Yujin: "......"

Ming Yuheng: "......"

Both had a question in their minds.

Zhen Yingjun, you are so cowardly, does your mother know?

Well, Ming Yujin, who drank the holy water, felt that the whole body was comfortable, and even the breath was fragrant.

What is an idiom called?

Yes, exhale like an orchid.

Just like Ming Yuheng looked at each other, the two exhaled in tacit understanding.

Really...

Fragrant.

Ming Yujin said he was very satisfied.

Except that the mental power has not returned.

Everything is great.

It is...

"Ah Heng, do you think that this water is similar to the water you drank in the hall where you were imprisoned, that is, it is a little lighter, as if it has been mixed with water."

Ming Yuheng nodded, "Well, I also found out, I didn't know that you came late, along with the meal they sent, there was also a fragrance, I guess it should also be mixed with this water." ”

Well?

"It's so strange, just now that Ji Ji also asked you to drink water by name, although I don't know why I changed my mind later..."

Ming Yuheng also frowned and pondered, unable to figure out the key to this.

Suddenly.

There was a gust of wind in my ears.

Raise your eyes.

Then he saw a hand shaped like an eagle's claw grasping it head-on.

Ming Yuheng was shocked!

Immediately.

The High Priest's vicious wolf-like eyes.

It came into his eyes.

At this time.

His talons were clasped around the neck of a man.

Barb-like nails dig hard into the flesh...