"Stop, don't be unconvinced if you don't have long brains, if you can believe the words of the bald donkey, you will still be trapped in the floating slaughter? Didn't you hear that sentence, there is no hair on the brain, and you can't do things well! ”

"The words of the bald donkey are like shit and fart, when you can't bear it, you will be given the most urgently needed promise at the moment, and after he is happy, the promise has already been left in the pit like a shit fart, and he will never mention it until the next time he is anxious and can't bear it!"

"So the donkey just wants you to act as his free thugs, free? I have given you freedom, isn't the floating bald donkey looking for his own discomfort! ”

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"Hmph, human, the old man admits that you are the most special one in a hundred years, but don't want to talk nonsense to deceive me and wait, what are you waiting for, kill!"

The huge voice snorted coldly and said urgically.

"Ah Da, how many times have you said it, don't speak so loudly! I finally fell asleep, and I was dreaming that an elbow as big as a hill fell from the sky, and I was suddenly awakened by Ado, so I didn't eat! It's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Without warning, the childish voice sounded in the floating slaughter, and he said with a pity on his mouth, and there was even a sound of wiping saliva.

Delayed by the sound of immaturity, the demon shadow that surrounded Yaoli didn't make a move.

"It's not easy to eat meat, I have a lot of it!"

I can't guess why the demons still haven't used the medicine, and said nonchalantly, still empty-handed.

The dense fog in the trapped demon floating slaughter stirred for a while, and it gradually dispersed, finally revealing its true face.

The two big characters of trapped demons still exist, but the difference is that the monsters that are chained are scattered around the floating slaughter, and there are hundreds of them, making the space look a little narrow.

"You have meat?" A bony little wolf, which could faintly see the white wolf from its fur, closed the book with a snap, raised its head, stared at Yaoli with blazing eyes, and asked in a mouthful of words.

Compared with other monsters like behemoths, it is too thin and even inferior to a soil dog in Tangjia Village, and its body is extremely dirty, the only difference from other monsters is that it has no bound chains.

"Of course!" The medicine is off the road.

"Can you give me a piece to eat, of course, you human beings are all profit-oriented goods, and you won't give it to me for no reason, although you can eat meat if you kill you, but I still hope that you will voluntarily give it to me, and I can't seem to help you!"

The little wolf remained lying on the ground, not standing up, and after finishing speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously, and Yaoli could clearly see the ribs on both sides of it sliding under the skin.

"What's so hard about that?"

Yaoli replied without thinking, took out a piece of jerky from the bone ring, walked a few steps forward, and when he reached a place a foot away from the little wolf, a furry paw appeared and blocked his way.

However, after the little wolf shook his head, the furry paws were unwillingly put away, and Yao Li walked in front of the little wolf, stretched out his hand, and handed the jerky to the little wolf.

Qinglong Avenue four zhang place, the floating Buddha monk sat on the ground, his hands were folded, the scriptures were recited, the faint Buddha light lit up around his body, it was extremely sacred, a three-layer floating Buddha with a foot high circulated in the Buddha's light, like a dream.

"You're still here?" The Futu monk suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"I don't want you to die so early, although you are innocent!" The old immortal monk suddenly appeared beside the old monk with the wine jar, wiped his mouth after taking a sip of wine, and handed the wine jar to the Futu monk.

"Amitabha, although the poor monk kills, he does not touch the wine!" The Futu monk did not take the wine altar and said indifferently.

"Futu, you have crossed that line, I don't want you to die at the hands of your benefactor, stop it!" The old immortal retracted the wine jar and said with a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, they all said that he was alive, but the poor monk thought he was dead, otherwise he would not have appeared here, but if the half of the holy tree Bodhisattva was offered to the poor monk for a year of enlightenment, Futu would immediately release it!"

The Futu monk stared at the old immortal monk and said lightly.

"The monks don't speak, if you believe that the benefactor is still alive, why do you always suppress the mana in the holy realm, and if you want to participate in the holy tree, you are not qualified enough, for the sake of the love of some incense, don't toast and don't eat and drink, force me to shoot!"

The old immortal monk's tone was unusually tough, and there was no smell of bohemian red dust at all.

There was no reaction on the face of the Futu monk Kujing Wubo, and after being silent for a while, he said: "Even if you enter the Futu, how can you retreat with your whole body?" Perhaps, if he can escape from the floating slaughter within an hour, the poor monk will immediately leave and never trouble him again! ”

"Fart, what you suppress in your broken thing is either a big demon or a big demon, although the Tao Xing is tortured by you, but the good tiger can't stand the wolves, do you really want to fight, without leaving a trace of incense?"

The old immortal monk showed his arms and sleeves and had a big fight posture, and said threateningly.

"Bitter Sea, the poor monk has not crossed the line now, even if that one comes, he will not make a move on me!"

After Futu said it lightly, he ignored the pretending monk of the bitter sea, and closed his eyes, only the three-layer Futu in the Buddha's light was circulating.

The old immortal monk is the legendary monk of the bitter sea.

The bitter sea monk stretched out his hand and pointed, and the three-layer floating slaughter bathed in the Buddha's light fell on the Qinglong Avenue, and the Buddha's light was still circulating.

Seeing the three-story floating slaughter falling on the Qinglong Avenue, the bitter sea monk was also silent and drank alone.

After swallowing a mouthful of meat, the little wolf began to cough violently, and its skinny body began to tremble, but its body remained lying on its stomach and remained motionless.

"Water, is there water?" The little wolf looked up and asked, coughing, weak.

"Good things can be done, but there's no reason to keep doing them!" Yao Li said lightly, and he didn't seem to be afraid of these big demons suddenly going berserk.

"Human, aren't you afraid that I will tear you apart?" With the sound of chains, the black giant wolf that was also a foot tall while squatting on the ground roared, and a huge claw had reached in front of Yao Li.

"At your peak, I may not be an opponent, but now your Taoism is one or two, and you don't have the confidence to say this!"

Yao Li straightened his sword-like waist, glanced at the black giant wolf, and the breath of Nirvana was released, in fact, he said domineeringly.

"Woo, you" the black giant wolf roared, as if insulted by Yaoli's words, but chose to shut up as the little wolf shook his head.

The little wolf tried his best to calm down the heat in his throat, and the trembling in his body said: "Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world, human beings are still as cunning as ever, I have read countless books on human beings for a hundred years, and I think I know human beings very well, but in fact, they are still fur!" ”

"Human, you are very strong, but you are not as strong as so many demon people!"