Leng Bing helped Qu Feng to climb up the mountain in the night, and after walking for about a stick of incense, a small temple faintly appeared in front of him. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Qu Feng was physically exhausted due to ecstasy powder and spider venom, and the whole person relied on Leng Bing. Looking at her panting appearance, Qu Feng was a little distressed, he saw the small temple in front of him, and couldn't help but say, "Let's go to the temple for one night, and then hurry tomorrow." "Okay." Leng Bing replied. After a while, the two of them arrived at the gate of the temple, only to see that the temple door was open, and it turned out to be a dilapidated temple with no people.

The two walked in, Leng Bing cleaned up the place a little, and found a place to rest under the god case. The two of them sat on the ground, although Leng Bing temporarily suppressed the poison on Qu Feng's body with stream water, but his body was still very uncomfortable, his face was red, and his whole body was hot, as if he was grilling in a fire. Leng Bing took out a silver needle from his pocket, broke Qu Feng's ten fingertips, and forced the spider venom out of his fingertips. "Big brother, you are deeply poisoned. I don't have an antidote, so I can only use this method to help you force the poison, and you endure some pain. Qu Feng just looked at her and didn't speak, as if he had forgotten the pain in his fingers. He was completely addicted to the scent of her flowers, and if he hadn't kept the last calmness in his mind, he would have been unable to restrain himself from wanting to hug her and kiss her. But he knew that this thought in his heart had blasphemed his brother Leng Bing, no, Leng Bing girl, he felt that he was very filthy, sorry for the kind girl in front of him, and even more sorry for the immortal master who had raised him for many years.

"Oh no, someone's coming!" Leng Bing suddenly exclaimed, she hurriedly helped Qu Feng up, quickly covered up the place where the two of them had just sat just now, pretended that no one had come, and then hid behind the idol with Qu Feng.

"Stinky old man, did you take the uncle's things?" A hoarse and brutal voice came, "Stinky old man, if you don't pay me back, I'm going to do it!" ”

"It's like a big black voice." Qu Feng said lightly.

"How did he come here?" Leng Bingqi said.

"Stinky boy, I won't give you this antidote pill." The old voice came.

"Stinky old man, then you are looking for death!" Two figures jumped into the small temple one after the other. In front was a shriveled old man in shabby clothes, and behind him was the menacing black man with a leather whip in his hand.

"I've been following the young master for decades, and finally she rewarded me with an antidote pill, how can I cheap you for nothing!" So saying, he raised the leather whip in his hand and whipped it at the old man's head. Although the old man was not young, his movements were still very flexible, and he dodged the big black leather whip as soon as he rolled on the ground.

"Rat Spirit, it's not easy to see that you have cultivated for a hundred years, why bother to bury your life for a detoxification pill!" Da Hei shouted.

"Who doesn't know that Nangong Yan's detoxification pill is a rare miracle medicine in the world, as long as you take it, you can avoid all poisons. How could I miss this opportunity? The rat spirit laughed.

"Then see if you have this life to eat!" Da Hei suddenly smiled strangely, silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and immediately the whip of the Urging God was drawn on the rat spirit, only to see him spit blood and fall to the ground, muttering in his mouth: "Da Hei, your whip is really powerful." He gasped and couldn't speak.

Da Hei pointed at the rat spirit with a leather whip and said: "Whoever told you to dare to steal my things without doing your best, it can only be asking for trouble, hahaha!" Creepy laughter echoed in the small temple.

The rat spirit took out a pill from his chest and said to Dahei, "What I can't get, you can't even think of getting!" After saying that, he threw the pill at the Buddha statue, and Dahei found that it was too late, and the pill was gone.

"Rat spirit, you're dead!" Da Hei raised the leather whip in his hand and drew it towards the vital place of the rat spirit, and the rat spirit went to the Yellow Spring without saying a word, and turned into a pile of ashes in a blink of an eye. The big black spat fiercely, lifted the leather whip and walked out of the small temple.