Chapter 31: Shoot Your Mouth!

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I saw that under the moonlight, a small beast walked out majestically, and the flames behind it seemed to be even more vigorous when it saw Fusheng. Fu Sheng's heart was cold, thinking that his ass would inevitably suffer.

Little Qiqi didn't see her touching her buttocks, and it swaggered up to Fu Sheng's shoulder, using her as a mount.

As long as Fusheng went the wrong way, it used its spikes to pierce Fusheng, and she walked hard for so long, and then slowly walked back.

She walked for a whole day, and under the strict guidance of Xiao Qiqi, it only took a stick of incense to walk back, looking at the steaming hot spring, Fusheng really wanted to plunge into it.

She was like she was falling apart, she didn't know where her legs and feet were, and she was holding her calves but she was content, as if she was asleep.

I saw Xiao Qiqi shake the thorns on his body, and flew down from her with his little wings.

At this time, the red light flashed, and Xiao Qiqi turned into a boy in red, his hair was also fiery, there were two small horns on his head, and two red eyes stared at Fusheng.

He looked at her rather proudly, his hands on his waist, "Woman! Lao Tzu saved you! "The voice was a little high-pitched, a little bit like a woman's voice.

Fusheng looked into his eyes, and the pupils of his eyes were diamond-shaped. The length of his face was decent, and this voice really made Fu Sheng laugh out loud.

"Hah!" Fu Sheng smiled at first, and then said unappreciatively: "Who wants you to save you!" ā€

If it weren't for themselves, this would have been so bad! Now it's time to pretend to be a good person, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.

Besides, I thought he was just a demon beast, so I never thought about how much I had to deal with him, but seeing him become a human, Fu Sheng was angry, since he could cultivate as an adult, it means that he has a brain, and when he thought that he often pierced his ass with a spike, Fu Sheng became angry.

"Woman! I'm talking to you! Dare to stare at me! Beware of Lao Tzu gouging out your eyeballs. ā€

In fact, it didn't look like it was talking at all, and Fu Sheng looked at him like a child, so he said angrily: "Hmph! Shorty! What are you capable of! will bully me! ā€

Shorty!

Hearing these three words, the horns on Qiqi's head grew a little longer, and his eyes widened, as if they were about to burst into flames.

Both of them make your eyes widen and refuse to admit defeat.

"Woman! I hate it when people say I'm short! I'm going to eat you today! "Qi Qi hates it when others say it's short, so he doesn't really become a human body.

Hearing Fu Sheng dare to say this, his face suddenly pulled down.

As he spoke, Qi Qi tied up Fu Sheng, who looked small and had amazing strength, and hung Fu Sheng on the trunk of a thick peach tree, and a fire was lit underneath.

"You! What do you want to do?" Fu Sheng raised his feet with great effort, his body swayed left and right, trying his best to avoid the flames on the ground, but the flames rose higher and higher, and the temperature became hotter and hotter, and the beads of sweat on Fu Sheng's face flowed down like beans.

"You little bastard! Bastard! Let me go! "Fusheng is like a fish in a frying pan, writhing back and forth.

Poor Qi stood not far away, holding a sharp tree thorn in his hand, and shot at her.

"It hurts! Pain! Pain! Fu Sheng shouted, "Little bastard! Shorty! Shorty! ā€

The more Fu Sheng called him a dwarf, the more angry Qi became.

I saw that the sharp tree thorns slid from Fu Sheng's side and did not turn into the leaves and clothes made for her, and a bloody mark appeared, and the spikes pierced deeply into the trunk of the tree behind her.

Buhua, who was on the side, saw Fusheng hanging on a tree, went to find a large leaf, and fanned it against the volcano below.

I saw that the fire was more intense, and it was burned and pushed a step forward.

Fusheng changed color: "Hey, hey, hey!" Don't fan it! ā€

Qi Qi threw a few more spikes out, each time cutting through Fu Sheng's skin and digging deep into the peach tree behind him. "You...... Don't mess around! Fu Sheng felt the pain coming from his skin.

"Shorty!!" Fu Sheng shouted desperately.

"Huh! I'm going to shoot in your mouth this time!! His voice was high-pitched, like a vicious old witch.

Fusheng's blood dripped into the fire, making a "zizi" sound.

Fortunately, Fusheng's clothes are made of leaves, not the kind of flammable fabric, the color slowly becomes lighter, the water slowly evaporates, and becomes lifeless.

Buhua jumped in a hurry, and folded the leaves he found into bowls to hold water, but the fire was a flame spit out by Qiqi, and it could not be extinguished by ordinary water.

The incarnation trembled, looking at Fu Sheng's painful appearance, and ran over to knock on Qi Qi's leg again.

"You want to play too?" He looked at it kindly.

He waved his hand and hurriedly shook his head.

Poor Qi grinned and picked him up, like an older child holding a small child and teaching him to shoot darts hand in hand.

"Come, little skeleton! Grab this! Eyes look at the woman in front of you! "Qiqi is very serious about teaching not to change, and those who are not in a hurry are about to cry.

It couldn't break free, it could only shake its head, it didn't want to hurt Fu Sheng at all.

"Come on! Shoot! ā€

As he spoke, the spikes shot out like Fusheng's face.

A gust of cold wind blew, the spikes deviated from the trajectory, and Jiu Ling walked over from a distance. Fu Sheng didn't have the strength to lift his feet, so he could only let the fire burn his feet, and the straw sandals he wore under his feet were burned.

The little boy suddenly turned back to his original form, flapped his little wings and flew into the fountain to play in the water.

Fire extinguished.

Fu Sheng fell from the tree and hit the ground hard.

The feet were burned red.

"Still running?" Jiu Ling's voice flew away above her head.

Fu Sheng raised his head, he really didn't have the strength, otherwise he would have to tie him up and hang him for a few days, so that he could experience the feeling of being targeted.

She struggled to raise her head: "You wait for me!" The body was overloaded, but the eyes were still shining with the light of not admitting defeat.

She won't bow her head like a demon. But she is like a boiled zongzi, and this sentence has no power at all.

"I'll wait." He had a feeling that he couldn't let her die like this now, "Come on." ā€

He conjured a chair, sat down, and looked at her condescendingly.

She was like a poor worm crawling at his feet.

"You!" Fu Sheng tried to stand up, but she couldn't, she was too tired.

Seeing her struggling on the ground, Jiu Ling was in a good mood and lifted her up with one hand.

The carved wooden chair instantly turned into a large open-air soft bed, enough for the Fusheng to roll around and turn over on it.

But right now, the little Fusheng was pressed under Jiu Ling.

Fu Sheng watched as the evil face got closer and closer to him, and the handsome evil had a faint smile on his face.

"Pets also have to learn to warm their beds." His dark purple eyes seemed to suck people in.