Dongfang Xiaoshu stood on the platform in front of the altar, and his scalp was numb for a while, and his heart was full of coldness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I forgot the bone sword that was split off the top of his head, if it weren't for Xiaobao throwing out a piece of red light and blocking the bone sword aside, I'm afraid he would also be split in half.

Nearly a thousand people hung in front of the black altar like food bound by cobwebs, densely packed.

But at the same time, they were split and smashed one by one in the blink of an eye, and finally they were really devoured by the black strange birds like food, and the scene was violent and bloody, full of an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

Looking at the empty altar, Dongfang Xiaoshu shuddered, and a sense of fear rose, both happy and sad.

Dongfang Xiaoshu was glad, glad that he was not slaughtered like food, and the Tu Tian blunt sword was not useless at all, at least it was no longer a problem to smash the bone chain;

Dongfang Xiaoshu was stunned, wondering if they were in the ranks of nearly a thousand people in the first year, and whether they had also suffered the fate of being split and broken.

Xiaobao's voice reminding rang out in Dongfang Xiaoshu's heart at the right time, and Dongfang Xiaoshu turned his head.

A pair of starry eyes were looking at him, a hint of joy and calmness in the emptiness and silence.

Dongfang Xiaoshu just wanted to say hello, but he felt a chill in his back, and his whole body was itchy like pins and needles, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"I said sister, when you meet a little lover, you can't just look at it, and don't come forward to give a hug to relieve the pain of lovesickness, if you don't come, I'll come!"

The voice of the water like a poisonous snake sounded, and the tone was full of both vicious and mocking ridicule.

Although the person was separated from Meng Feixue by three altars, his voice was as if he was beside him, and after he finished speaking, his cold gaze inadvertently swept over the white-clothed young man beside Meng Feixue, and it seemed to be warm and then cold.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, as soon as you hear the voice, you know that it is a woman with a heart like a poisonous scorpion!"

"I really thought that the master couldn't see your true face, don't be pretending, look at your bucket-thick waist, and your butt like a pig's belly!"

"Wrong, seriously misnomer, it should be the belly of a pregnant pig!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu corrected his speech mistakes seriously and continued:

"Hey, why are there two stones hanging on the chest, it's not too tired to grind its hands, although it doesn't fall at all, but two steamed buns are definitely better than stones!"

"Say where you are a goblin, the master is hugging the pig, and he doesn't want to hug you! Oops, you can't be a pig demon, right? ”

Dongfang Xiaoshu's words are yin and sharp, especially the exaggerated movements and real expressions, which give people a feeling of believing the truth.

The Xuantian Shenzi beside Shui Ruohan subconsciously took a step back, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he watched carefully;

Even the white-clothed young man beside Meng Feixue raised his chin, frowned and glanced at Shui Ruohan, then pretended to be arrogant and pretended to be nothing.

The reason why Shui Ruohan, who was covered with a green veil, spoke out was to achieve the purpose of provoking the relationship between Meng Feixue and the Holy Son of Daomen.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Xiaoshu's words were actually ten times sharper than her personal attack.

The words themselves are already unusually harsh, how can she, as a reincarnation saint, endure it.

Coupled with the subconscious observation of Xuantian Shenzi, the banter in Meng Feixue's starry sky-like eyes, and the most important thing is that the white-clothed young man's eyes swept away as if nothing happened, Shui Ruohan finally erupted, like the eruption of a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years, out of anger.

"The turtle king and the eight mung beans, they all say that they are loyal to their ears, I just said the facts, don't be so exaggerated, I froze to death!"

"And don't come here, I don't want you to hug me, it's better to die if you hug me, I'll jump by myself, don't stop me!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu behaved like a robbed groom, with a look and tone of unbearable humiliation, and still chose to jump off the ten-zhang high round stone pillar.

It was really jumped off without a hint of hesitation.

The silver teeth of the cold water creaked and creaked, although the green yarn covered his face, it was estimated that his face was not much better than the green yarn.

Seeing the Dongfang Xiaoshu jumping down, with a flick of his fingers, a chilling cold air shot down the falling Dongfang Xiaoshu like lightning, but unexpectedly, it was intercepted by a white light halfway and disappeared into nothingness.

"As the saying goes, the body is not afraid of crooked shadows! Through my sister's performance, it seems that my sister is really a pig demon! ”

"Others don't care, my sister really believes it!"

Meng Feixue's voice was ethereal, and she said without a trace of human fireworks, as if a bright red jade seal was printed on the prepared holy decree, which had an unchangeable effect, and was more formal but spicy than Dongfang Xiaoshu's words.

Because the official news is always more formal than hearsay gossip, and it has supreme authority.

"You ......"

Shui Ruohan was like a blast of air, his finger pointed at Meng Feixue, and his delicate body trembled, but he couldn't say a word, only a cold.

"Sister Shui, don't listen to their nonsense, I, Wu Hao, absolutely don't believe it!"

Seeing Shui Ruohan's delicate body trembling for a while, Wu Hao narrowed his peach blossom eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and expressed his thoughts diligently, and stood in line at the right time.

Because in addition to the righteousness of Xuantian Palace and the Reincarnation Sect, Wu Hao understood that Shui Ruohan could not be touched no matter what, so he could only hit the idea on the Daomen Holy Maiden, after all, Shui Ruohan was inferior to the Daomen Holy Maiden.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, this is too high, it's better to stand on it, there is a dream flying snow, I may really be fine!"

"Xiaobao, you are a dead chicken, you will lie to me, what is fine, it will be a dead person, but I am still a virgin, I knew that this is not as good as a beast!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu was in the air, lamenting regret in his heart, and after scolding Xiaobao, he let out a penetrating scream from his mouth, and his body fell down involuntarily.

And Xiaobao surprisingly didn't make any sound, just raised his furry wings and covered his eyes.

The penetrating scream of the Dongfang Xiaoshu attracted the attention of several people on the altar, and Shui Ruohan's trembling delicate body suddenly loosened, and actually returned to normal, but the cold aura was thicker, and he said lightly:

"Oh, don't fall to your death, some people will feel distressed if they fall to death, isn't it, sister?"

Shui Ruohan gloated at Meng Feixue, and deliberately patted her **** with both hands after speaking, looking scared.

"You can't just fall to death, it's better to fall into eight petals, and save a breath, so that Sister Shui can kill this person full of nonsense with her own hands!"

Wu Hao had peach blossom eyes, touched the falcon on his shoulder, and added that for some reason the falcon suddenly flew up tremblingly and landed on his other shoulder, and a few feathers fell from the air.

And the white-clothed young man standing next to Meng Feixue raised his chin, frowned, and said in an inaudible voice: "Don't measure yourself!" Then he said no more.

The corner of his eye drifted to Meng Feixue, whose face was blurred, but he couldn't observe a single reason.