The sun and the moon change, and a new day arrives again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Bao stretched out his little head from under the Heavenly Witch robe a little confused, and opened his eyes boredly.

Suddenly, he chirped happily, two red paws stretched out, shook his body and landed on Montenegro's shoulder, Montenegro had woken up and sat up, which meant that Dongfang Xiaoshu also woke up, which was also the reason why Xiaobao was happy.

Montenegro is closely related to the Oriental tree, the Oriental tree is dead, Montenegro must not live alone, this is the relationship between the master and the shadow, and the shadow will not exist alone.

In fact, Dongfang Xiaoshu had already woken up, and the situation was not particularly good, because there was still a shadow knife stuck in his abdomen that almost pierced it back and forth, and he gritted his teeth and was ruthless, but he still didn't have the courage to pull it out.

"Pull, the man leaves blood without tears, this little injury is very bad, he can't die anyway! Hesitant, or are men not? ”

"The turtle king eight mung beans, everywhere you chirp crookedly, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak!"

"What does the turtle king eight mung beans mean, I haven't heard of it after living for so long?"

"Say that you don't know anything, and you still don't admit it, but you have to say that you have forgotten how many years you have lived! How many years are in vain! ”

"Can you talk well, this is called shameless to ask if it's okay!"

"Fuck off, don't be ashamed to ask, do you have a face?"

"Are you going to pull it out?"

"The turtle king eight mung beans, I said you are not annoying! If you are verbose, I will use you as a burning stick! How good it is like before, without saying a word! ”

After being speechless for a while, the voice sounded again: "It's the turtle king eight mung beans again, what does it mean?" Let's talk about it, if you tell me, how about the deity teach you marksmanship? ”

"Don't tell! Master's sword can cut off your broken stick once, and it can cut it a second time, what do you have to do, it's all a trick to deceive! ”

"Nonsense, first of all, the deity is a gun, not a broken stick, and the deity is the most annoying thing for others to call the deity stick! And you let the broken sword cut me again, what happened while I was asleep is not a real skill, and the second is not counted! ”

"When did you count?"

With a soft snort, Dongfang Xiaoshu grinned and finally pulled out the shadow knife, with a painful face. A small amount of blood spilled from the wound on the abdomen, staining the tattered clothes. The Shadow Knife had no weight, and it actually disintegrated directly in his hand, turning into nothingness and sinking into the yellow sand.

"Does it hurt, can you shout?"

"Get out of here, I'll shout what's good, what's good I'll shout!"

"Snobbish! This thing is an authentic magic knife, specializing in breaking the Force, and it can be said to be the nemesis of immortal cultivators! ”

"I don't know if it's a nemesis, but at least I'm still alive, which proves that it's not bad, I'm an ant in the cultivation of immortals!"

"Under the saints, there are ants!"

"Isn't the saint also a little freer?"

"Seems right!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu and the real dragon lance have been chattering endlessly, and it seems that the real dragon spear at this time has completely lost all the arrogance and has become an authentic chatter.

Dongfang Xiaoshu no longer paid attention to the real dragon spear, raised his hand and took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and crushed it with his fingers, slowly applying it to the wound on his abdomen, as if every stroke would be a pain in his heart. At the same time, the Styx Heart Sutra was moved, and he began to heal his wounds with concentration.

The real dragon spear lying on the side finally stopped talking, but he was muttering secretly in his heart: "The turtle king eight mung beans, the turtle king eight knows, mung beans, what the hell is it, is it a healing medicine?" ”

When Dongfang Xiaoshu woke up again, the black mountain had already appeared, standing aside to block the enthusiastic sun, and Xiaobao was leisurely spinning around on the yellow sand, thinking quite strangely in his heart: "I have flown here at least twice, why didn't I find it, and how that broken stick has a nasty smell, the more I look at it, the more annoying it is, and I annoy Xiaobao to death!" ”

"This burning stick is really annoying!" Dongfang Xiaoshu, who woke up, picked up the conversation and said.

"Those who speak ill of people behind their backs are not good people!" The voice of dissatisfaction of the real dragon lance rang out.

"Xiaobao is a bird, and he doesn't want to be a good person, Xiaobao can say bad things about people casually, and Xiaobao hates you too!" A circle of blue feathers around Xiaobao's neck suddenly rose, and he said with small eyes.

"Turtle King Eight Mung Bean, I don't even bother to say you, are you human?" Dongfang Xiaoshu grabbed the real dragon spear, stood up a little shaky and said disdainfully.

When Chang, the real dragon spear that was grabbed by Dongfang Xiaoshu touched the hard object and made a crisp sound that caught his attention, and he slashed the tail of the gun in the yellow sand a few times, and a pitch-black spar and a half-zhang long shadow knife appeared.

"Isn't it going to collapse like a magic knife?" Dongfang Xiaoshu, who touched the tail of the gun twice, asked.

"It's really ignorant, this is a rare high-end product, even the three-eyed demon is red when he sees it! How can it be compared to that garbage! The real dragon spear said with disdain and dissatisfaction.

"Three-Eyed Demon?" Dongfang Xiaoshu was obviously stunned, the overwhelming shadow turned out to be called a demon, and after quickly putting away the spar and shadow knife, he pouted and continued: "It's really a mouth full of train goods, high-end goods are a fart, why don't they look red?" ”

"It's all red eyes" The real dragon lance was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

"A real dragon gun is a fart, it's just a burning stick!"

"The deity said that he hates sticks the most, and besides, the deity doesn't care about you!"

"Boss, I've been looking for two days, and I'm still looking for it?" The real dragon gun asked babblingly.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, all day long know that there is no nonsense, and said that there is no thing that you can't find with this burning stick, two days, this desert has almost been traveled, and even the shadow of the third son and the little monk Huizhi has not been found, you still have the face to say!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu said angrily, the real dragon spear was surprisingly not angry when he heard the three words of the burning stick, but chose to be silent.

"Don't look for it, each has a destiny, anyway, it's the master who can't die!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu looked at the hot sun, and then looked at Huang, who couldn't see the edge, and said a little dejectedly, although the injuries in the body had recovered in the past two days, he couldn't hide the loss in his heart.

After aiming in the direction, the little tree in the east walked towards the east without looking back.

Black Mountain followed closely, and Xiaobao squatted on the shoulders of Dongfang Xiaoshu with his eyes closed, a pair of red claws grabbed the barrel of the real dragon spear from time to time, sparks splashed, and he didn't know how the real dragon spear offended Xiaobao.

Xiang Dong has been walking for a day, and according to Dongfang Xiaoshu's estimate, he should have reached the Yumen Pass.

But there was still a yellow sand of the Gobi in front of me, with no flowers, no grass, no trees, not even a strong cactus, and not a single living creature in a day.